<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:02:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freetoblog.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>A breath of fresh air simply rejuvenates</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-6610644343075375636</id><published>2009-12-14T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:17:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My inner soul is beginning to awaken again</title><content type='html'>Went to a Chalet at Sentosa Siloso Beach last Sat in tandem with Zouk out and had a ball of a time.&amp;nbsp;A room cost&amp;nbsp;a whopping&amp;nbsp;$420 per night.The resort itself was quite a tropical getaway and the landscaping was totally gorgeous. That's what I call a paradise.&amp;nbsp;Courtesy of my neighbour Noel. (who bought a spanking cool auto rex on the same day.) On a side&amp;nbsp;note, entry to Sentosa was raised to $7&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;carpark charges were $5 + $3.21 for overnight and after 6am&amp;nbsp;per entry&amp;nbsp;charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were cool and I got to know quite a handful of new friends from the US, Japan, London, Phillipines and of course Singapore. Always love meeting new people from different cultures. Conversations really burst to live with lively exchange of cultures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACqFA9DYxNY/SyXjwxFPL3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CHDFSFWrVcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACqFA9DYxNY/SyXjwxFPL3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CHDFSFWrVcQ/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had quite a fair bit of knit shots that totally KO me throughout the night. It was pure an alcoholic celebratory affair coz we down almost every brand of beer sold in Singapore. When the beer excitement wore off, we hit the hard liqour only to find out that we ran out of mixers. So it was concentrated knit all the way. Fanatically high atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a mild state of&amp;nbsp;euphoria ard 7 and realised I didnt puke and sleep by the corridor (thank goodness!) Haha. Had to stride over to ensure that I didnt step over people who were dead drunk on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a morning walk with Geraldine (a new friend whom had FHM potential in her) to source for breakfast. I swear its tough to buy food in Sentosa in the early morning hours. In the end, we had to walk from Siloso beach to Palawan beach to source for food at 7-11. Ended up buying Nasi Lemak for myself, Geraldine bought Claypot chicken rice and bought a sandwich for Vin (Geraldine's friend).&amp;nbsp;And oh... Tram service were non operational. So the total morning trip to get breakfast took almostg&amp;nbsp;an hour to and bro. Good company for a morning walk. Love the sunrays as they kiss the sandy beaches and the soothing breeze that awakens as it blows into your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel and gang had gone for breakfast by time we got back. The room was in a mess after a night's of partying. A typhoon had definitely hit it for the night! Did basic clean up and segregated the empty bottles of liquor from the (almost empty) ones. Housekeeping is definitely gonna curse and swear. LoL. Checked out at 12 and headed home with Noel as we tore the expressway tarmac half awake. Hit home, slept a little, and went down to East Coast Park for a Roller Blading session. It's madness, considering I was semi drunk when I bladed. Partially dislocated my shoulder in the process, darn old injury. Nonetheless, a good weekend with tons of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-6610644343075375636?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/6610644343075375636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/6610644343075375636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-inner-soul-is-beginning-to-awaken.html' title='My inner soul is beginning to awaken again'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACqFA9DYxNY/SyXjwxFPL3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CHDFSFWrVcQ/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-267822328068613493</id><published>2009-12-10T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:52:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food poisoning</title><content type='html'>I've been down with bad food poisoning since 2 days back and my tummy makes weird noises at odd hours every now and then. It must be the cursed Satay Bee Hoon with half cooked cockles. Cant think of any other culprits. Toilet trips are like once every hour. That's bad, it makes it damn inconvenient to go out. Went thru my CMFAS M6 paper yesterday with a freaking head spinning feeling and a uneasy stomach. Losing hell of a lot of fluid during my sessions with the royal throne. I think there's some kinda of gas churning bateria in my stomach/ intestines. Makes me feel damn bloated without any appetite to eat at all. Went&amp;nbsp;to Marina Square&amp;nbsp;Kenny Rogers for dinner yesterday&amp;nbsp;and barely touched 20% the quarter chicken and ribs set which was shared with Jer. Kept getting that damn nauseuos and on/off wanna puke feeling. Feels like Im pregnant or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my misery, I have a throbbing headache which doesnt seem to go away. Panadol Acti-fast seems ineffective.... Woke up this morning feeling crappier than b4. Food poisoning has reduced me to a wimpy state of mankind. Sian. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-267822328068613493?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/267822328068613493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/267822328068613493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-poisoning.html' title='Food poisoning'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-8199086051170934096</id><published>2009-12-08T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:55:19.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Received an email from OCBC yesterday. I've not been shortlisted for my application for a trainee dealer. Bummer. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in the "We need people with&amp;nbsp;limited experience, but nobody is giving me any" parody. It suxs not being able to get into the field that I'm really into. Its a junior trainee position anyway. I still hope I get shortlisted when more vacancies are opened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-8199086051170934096?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/8199086051170934096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/8199086051170934096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/disappointment.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-321668839090220672</id><published>2009-12-07T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:08:30.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies. It's been 3 years + since I last blogged. Looking back, I can't help wondering how working life has changed me inside out. I've quit my job at Sony since end October this year and it feels good that I have a chance to take the steps to follow my passion in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 years flew by, I worked hard&amp;nbsp;at Sony. Bought a gorgeous Subaru hawkeye impreza for daily commute within 6 months at the job. Went around for business trips, travelled to Miyagi Japan,&amp;nbsp;loved that place, loved the culture, love everything there.&amp;nbsp;Worked in&amp;nbsp;Batam and hated the working environment,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;the weekly trips that only allowed me to return to&amp;nbsp;Singapore on weekends. Learned to&amp;nbsp;appreciate Singapore even more ever since. Learnt to see the corporate world, business strategy and dealings, saw how to solve real problems with both people and machines. Had a tough but ever willing to teach boss who shared the same passion for Subaru cars. Worked endless hours, days and nights. Weekends and&amp;nbsp;public holidays.&amp;nbsp;I saw batches of people from various batches, come and go. Became the last sole standing survivor at Sony when all my peers had left to pursue their dreams. Lost of large chuck of my social life due to the mental and physical overload on myself. These 3 years were fulfilling in a dark way, very rich in dark black and grey hues but somehow lacked the colour that made life beautiful. Finally had the courage and d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ecided to quit and regain my sanity. Currently trying to lay the bricks to find a new start within the financial sector as a trainee dealer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Found&amp;nbsp;a new obsession inSubaru Rally cars and fell deeply in love with it ever since. Joined the Subaru Club and got to know a new clique of friends. Massive car convoys, Mega photo shoots, amazing road trips to Malaysia tearing the highways and&amp;nbsp;adventuring new places. Late night supper at Kulai for Tim Sum. Saw my ex-gf get married. Saw my brothers getting conscripted into the army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Joined facebook and regained all my lost contacts. Signed up a gym membership with California Fitness only to see the money thrown into the gutter due to the lack of energy to workout. Went back for reservist at Airport Police and realised a decade has passed since we completed our national service. Saw my uni friends getting married and having their first baby. Got to know a buddy in my neighbourhood for weekly car washes. Finally picked up roller blading and made it a weekly effort to scuttle along East Coast Park. Decided it is time to settle down and find a soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Much has changed since 2006. Oh yes. I'm glad to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-321668839090220672?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/321668839090220672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/321668839090220672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-115244922053316649</id><published>2006-07-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:47:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 weeks into the job, and I'm already taken ill. I have been down with an inflamed throat, high fever (40 degrees), a terrible headache which refuses to go away. Even after going to the doctor, the medication doesn't seem to help. Working 10- 14 hours a day is damn raxing. Working on weekends ain't surprising anymore. I don't even have the time to blog on a frequent basis anymore. So much work, so little time. I don't have a life anymore. Is working really so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-115244922053316649?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115244922053316649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115244922053316649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-life.html' title='No life'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-115090242290714550</id><published>2006-06-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:07:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slogging @ Sony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm employed at Sony. Sony precision to be exact. Located at Tuas ave 9, it takes me 2.5 hours from home to office. Theorectically speaking, I spend almost a quarter of a day travelling. It's tiring for me and I'm still getting used to it. My body takes the toil from the long hours of travelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday (19 jun 06) was my first day at work. Basically, I'm attached to the Production Engineering Dept where I get to work on the design of Robokids. Robokids is just a fanciful name for industrial robots. Nothing has been eventful at work and I spent the first 3 days practicing Solidworks CAD software by myself. I didn't even get a chance for an orientation tour. No introduction to the colleagues, hence i had to go around chatting up with the people around me. One thing which i realised about Sony is that the environment is dead quiet. Nobody really speaks in office. As far as I can recall, I heard less than 20 sentences from the engineers around me during office hours. I guess the company culture is as such, everyone stares into the 21 inch LCD Sony monitors doing the Computer Aided Drawings for the robokid parts. As expected, the entire department consists mainly of guys. The only ladies I see around are the 40/50 year old aunties. Just "great".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boss is extremely enthusiastic in his work, a tad too much for the engineers under him it seems. Although he tries to motivate the engineers to go the extra mile in doing things, it seems that everyone seems so sad at work. Everything looks zombified at work. Although the situation seems quite negative, the people and environment, I guess I can work this to my advantage. Since almosteveryone has the dreaded "I don't want to die at work" aura, it's easier for me to excel. Less competition. So much the better. I think the boss treats me well and teaches me whenver he is free. Let's see how the situation progresses. He has promised to put me under a new division that requires frequent oversesas travelling. I want to make somehting out of this Sony experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although the welfare is terrible (horrendous) as compared to Motorola and the Japanese work culture is "Working overtime 7 days a week is oh so very normal" , I think I should still give in more effort despite the surplus of negative feedback. Attitude is what makes a person stand out. Thing's are not boring, it just haven't got exciting yet. Turbocharging should fix the situation. For things around me to change, I must be the first to change. Things will turn out for the better. Working OT 7 days a week isn't that bad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-115090242290714550?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115090242290714550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115090242290714550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/slogging-sony.html' title='Slogging @ Sony'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-115012080428864928</id><published>2006-06-12T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:00:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Ole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Orange army is back with a shout! First blood has been drawn by Arjen Robben over Serbia and Montenegro for yesterday's match. Resistance is futile against the Orange Army of Holland. Forget about messing around with the Orange revolution. Vibrance on the outside, lethal on the inside. Don't bother messing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163454596/"&gt;&lt;img height="243" alt="holland" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/163454596_3b4f5413d5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fun tip: Do you S&amp;M is the only team without a country in the world cup? The country disbanded into 2 countries; Serbia; Montenegro respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-115012080428864928?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115012080428864928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115012080428864928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/orange-ole_12.html' title='Orange Ole!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-115001659574367471</id><published>2006-06-11T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:53:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Friends at Monty's Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163440609/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 496px" height="500" alt="emirates" src="http://static.flickr.com/58/163440609_3ac082de99.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The World Cup is here at last! After watching Germany and Costa Rica fighting it out with a record opening score of 4-2 to Germany's favour. Many had expected the preceding matches to explode with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting in sync with the world cup, I was down at Monty's bar with a group of friends to catch England vs Paraguay which many expected to be one hell of a match. England, being favourites in this tie were expected to lash out the fury as potential world champions at Paraguay's expense. Prior to the match, Zhijian, Ka Weng, Caveman and myself were down at Cafe Cartel located at Plaza Singpaura for a sumptous dinner. It is always great to meet up with friends, especially after graduation. Most of us discussed with vigour on our "expert analysis" on the match preview. It was not surprising as many of us had "invested" in the match hoping to have some financial returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Approximately at 8pm, we headed down to Raffles MRT to meet up with Kok Teong who was already there waiting for us. Boat Quay was a stone's throw away and we headed to my favourite hangout pub aka Monty's Bar. Although there is no happy hour and such, I love that place. This pub has quite a number of native British expats who hang out there to show their support to their home country. Surprisingly, underdog fans can be found there too. There was this time during the Liverpool vs West Ham FA Cup final that KW and myself found ourselves outnumbered by WEST HAM supporters singing GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. Haha. What a surprise. Of course, another reason why Monty's Bar has become my favourite hangout place are the cute waitresses. Special mention has to be given to this attractive gal, Yvonne. Always cheery, sweet and very service orientated. She took orders with an extra smile and specially with politeness. It's rare to find hot chicks with a nice attitude nowdays. Had a short chat with her despite her hectic workload. Realised that she has been working there for quite some time and she's here on a part time basis. I guess the pay must be cool to work in a pub. Fun and always exciting. Just 30 minutes before the match kick off, Kelvyn joined us at the pub where we hung out happily catching up and soaking in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the match kicked off, I got to chat up with some British and Indian expats who were there watching the match too. Ain't it great to chat up with people who came from half the world away. Soccer matches isn't just about the andreline rush, it's always about meeting new friends and chilling out with current ones. Interesting events occur once in the while. A beer glass got shatterd while cheering the bottles and glasses. KW suffered minor cuts as a result of the accident from the collision of my Stella Artios beer bottle in the midst of the excitement which drew quite a few surprised faces in the pub. Heh. Sorry bro, never expected the glass to shatter so easily from a slight knock from the bottle. Despite high expectations, the England vs Paraguay match was a drab with the result in England's favour courtesy of an early Paraguay's own goal. Although the match ended 1-0 with all the fellow "investors" losing some financial assests, I will say it's part and parcel of having fun. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. What matters most is still treasuring friends company and sharing bonding sessions. No wonder Carlsberg has this quote on "World of friends" during boozing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the standings as of 11 June 4:44 PM (GMT +8).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Wc standings" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/164722016/"&gt;&lt;img height="336" alt="wc resuts 11 june 06" src="http://static.flickr.com/58/164722016_a6111aa3ff.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bring in the goals !!!! Check out the highlights of the Germany vs Costa Rica thriller below. Ole... Ole Ole Ole...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SCEODyotA8" width="320" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-115001659574367471?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115001659574367471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/115001659574367471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-of-friends-at-montys-bar.html' title='World of Friends at Monty&apos;s Bar'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114981961212220442</id><published>2006-06-09T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:20:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA World Cup 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thoroughout the course of human history, spanning over multiple centuries, there have been prediction of doomsday or the end of the world whenever a major event occurs. Academics worldwide have observed that scenarios of people filled the "Passioned with obsession syndrome" (PWOS). Weary males (read: Boyfriends) and neglected females (read: Girlfriends) over the widely loved FIFA World Cup has sparked an increase in the number of reported cases of people "infected" with the PWOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2006, Planet Earth. There have been reports of sightings that certain genres of humans have started to show the above mentioned symptons. Global experts have gathered at an emergency meeting at an undisclosed boardroom to tackle this upcoming pandemonium. Despite there disagreements on many issues, reliable sources have indicated that world leaders have decided that Singapore will be used as a case study to further analyse any discerning trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIFA World Cup.The Beautiful Game competition that comes once every 4 years. This time round, the mega scale world event will be held in Germany with the footballing elites nations will congregate for the sacred trophy and honour of being the next world champion. Passionate fan groups worldwide have already begun their preparation to worship their footballing gods. There is no doubt the world cup is not just a soccer tournament. It is the competition that binds people from all nations regardless of nationality and race. Political and national differences have been put aside to celebrate the union of the human race. Pride and passion converge, giving people not just pure sportertainment but also a time to bond people with a common dream. Afterall, it's a world of friends to be made during the month of June. Soccer fanatics will indulge in a celebration of world class soccer matches. Not surprisingly, the guys have devoted all their tender loving care (TLC) to their new love in their lives (aka the spanking brand new 42" plasma high definition television set). Never mind the girls, this is what the true breed testorone filled guys really yearn for. Check out the pics before the launch of the world cup with will commence on 10 June 2006 midnight (Singapore time) with Germany playing host to Coasta Rica. The world is waiting for the super sporting spectacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the game where legends are born.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="WC logo" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163360543/"&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="fifa06" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/163360543_5aa86456f7.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Fifa trophy" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163455422/"&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="fifa trophy" src="http://static.flickr.com/62/163455422_e68b3671fe.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Adidas ball" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163435164/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="fifaball" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/163435164_b7a4744c71.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Soccernet" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163360642/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="soccernet screen shot" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/163360642_aee83ab0fa.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladies need not feel left out. As you can see, some ladies are embracing it as well as the guys. Heidi Klum certainly has no trouble with playing her ball. (Even though it's hand ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Heidi" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163459061/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="heidi" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/163459061_b48d202ab3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still NO? Why you so fussy? For the ladies who cannot seem to fall in love with the World Cup, here are some tips which MAY capture occasional glimpes from the guys while the soccer matches are in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="tip 1" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163405426/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="dsc5031" src="http://static.flickr.com/66/163405426_964e60652c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tip 1: Look fantabulous while bringing the booze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tip 2" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163405377/"&gt;&lt;img height="325" alt="cheerleaders" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/163405377_c2447a98f2.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2: Gather your hot gal friends to watch soccer with the guys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tip 3" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163405498/"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="racequeens" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/163405498_d145252d86.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3: Dress in your guy's favourite team colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tip 4" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163405449/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="pinkhair" src="http://static.flickr.com/71/163405449_03a850db66.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 4: Shock him (temporarily) with your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new hair colour during half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, the ladies can always fall back on the.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="GSS logo" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17332340@N00/163364031/"&gt;&lt;img height="319" alt="gss" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/163364031_5bf6da83b9.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys may/ may not notice your absence, so make good use of the time to do your shopping. One item which may catch your fancy during the shopping trip is this sexy little black shoe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Nike Boots" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freetoblog/163360591/"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="nike boots" src="http://static.flickr.com/67/163360591_450ef9166f.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shoes are not nice meh? No no... they are actually sassy sexy strappy shoes from the latest Charles and Keith collection. Your lady eyes must be playing tricks on you. Heh heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the heck. Let the games begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114981961212220442?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114981961212220442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114981961212220442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/fifa-world-cup-06.html' title='FIFA World Cup 06'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114982070857488797</id><published>2006-06-09T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:54:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing around with flickr, trying to host my pics in high resolution using their service. Let's see if it works out well. You may see an exodus of photos if this fun trial turns out successful. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114982070857488797?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114982070857488797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114982070857488797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114969510489364650</id><published>2006-06-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:45:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I've graduated from university!! Results were out on 5 July with lots of my friends sending in sms that the examination results were Hurray! At least i managed to salvage a honours degree, which I consider quite an acheivement for someone who only managed to get a hold of tertiary education only during my third year. The convocation ceremony is on 27 July 2006 (Thurs). Do let me know in advance if you are free to attend (or if you are taking leave from work)! We can take photos together! Almost 2 decades of education and this is what I have been waiting for. It feeeeels gooooooooooooooooooood. Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good 3 weeks vacation break and I'm still looking for my dream job. I'm now officially in the Manpower Board statistic of being unemployed! Time to rock on. This is where life really begins. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114969510489364650?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114969510489364650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114969510489364650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation_07.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114728140553411943</id><published>2006-05-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:24:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alas! The day has arrived. My little girl will be finally getting married later this afternoon at 2.30pm. It has been one year since she got attached and the relationship has blossomed into an adventure filled with a mixture of fun, love, distress and sorrow. Last night, we had the rehearsal till 10pm to make sure everything was in order. The room was filled with people laughing, chatting, exchanging experiences. Everybody is elated. The long awaited ceremony will be what we have been waiting for all these time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to feel after the ceremony. The joy and sorrow of seeing your daughter leaving you. One side of my soul tells me that this is the moment of blissful union. Yet, the other side of my souls tells that I'm finally going to put her into the good hands of another man. Oh... What irony! Human emotions are indeed a concoction of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest daughter, my little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYP (Surface planarization of microstructures for biomedical applications)&lt;/span&gt;, I'm happy for you. No words will be able to express my happiness after today's presentation at TR6 at 1430 hrs. Prof Yeo Swee Hock will be there to ensure you have been under my good guidance. I have high hopes for you and I know you will not let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have grown independent for the past 12 months. You have been the best daughter a father could ever have despite your occasional tantrums which led me to late nights down at the laboratory's cleanroom. It's time for you to build a new future with another student. I'm off to sleep now. I want to be at my best for my little girl's wedding. Now, that will be one load off my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114728140553411943?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114728140553411943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114728140553411943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-daughters-wedding.html' title='My daughter&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114703071469386479</id><published>2006-05-08T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:00:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story for another time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be my last entry that I'll blog in hostel ending my 4 year stint as a hostelite of NTU. I'll be checking out at 12:00pm and surrendering the keys to the hall office. I'm still packing some of my remaining stuff. Zhijian's stuff is all cleared. Nothing left except for a water bottle which I think he forgot to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general elections were out yesterday. Low Thia Kiang of the Worker's Party (WP) retained Hougang and Chiam See Tong of the Singapore Demoratic Alliance (SDA) retained Potong Pasir despite the People's Action Party (PAP) dangling multi million carrots to upgrade the estates in these 2 constituencies. It seems money cannot buy people's loyalty. The opposition fortresses stands out strong and I'm proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed in this elections despite very credible contests by the opposition. The PAP won 82 out of 84 seats in parliment. Once again, another sweep by one political party which seems to be almost invincible. Yet, it's worth nothing that the PAP's support dropped to 66% of the valid votes down from 71% (if i recall correctly from the 2001 general elections). The opposition support seems to be growing within the ranks of the younger generation of Singaporeans who are more inclined to vote of the opposition to have an alternative voice in parliment. The statistical votes seem to show a projected growth of support of the opposition in future elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story. The PAP takes control of the parliment in Singapore, the opposition seems to be unable to upstage any upsets. So seriously, the political scene looks set to remain stagnant (yet again) for Singapore. What's new? Still the same old story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? Another era for the PAP dynasty? How can we be a first world country under a one party stronghold? No doubt, the PAP has done a good job so far, but I still think an alternative voice will prove to be more beneficial for the country's economic and social growth. Just look at Japan and Korea, both these asian countries have higher GDP growth as compared to Singapore despite having opposition parties in parliment. But that's another story for another time. Let's see what will happen 5 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did not get a chance to vote, I spent by weekend in good fashion. Chilling out with friends at cafes,  dining yummy food, watching blockbuster movies (at Cathay Cineplex which I rate very highly for the super duper uber fantabulous service quality), &amp; coincidentally meeting up with avid freelance photographers and their hot models. More on that in later entries. Heh Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note-&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, but I'm still stuck with work. My Final Year Project presentation is round the corner and I have to do my powerpoint slides! Time check- 3:33am, yet another sleepless night bogged with work. Bummer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114703071469386479?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114703071469386479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114703071469386479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-story-for-another-time_08.html' title='Another story for another time'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114689186376960219</id><published>2006-05-06T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:04:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polling day for general elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6th May 2006. It's polling day for the general elections where singaporeans choose and vote for their preferred party to be the parliment for the next 5 years. For the past 9 days, political parties have debated actively on many issues. From major issues to matters concerning on how James Gomez from the workers party didn't submit this minority certificate to the electorate office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have listened, people have seen the candidates making rallying speeches on plans to make Singapore a better place. Who will win this time round in the "hot spots" GRC/ SMC? Will the PAP prevail or will the opposition put up a strong fight? Today's the day where people will decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a chance to vote is cool and sacred, only if you get a chance to vote. As of 10 am today, Channelnewsasia have reported that &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/206831/1/.html"&gt;almost 22% of the people have voted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be keeping a very close watch on the election results. This is afterall, my home, my Singapore. I'm excited despite not getting a chance to vote since my home falls under the walkover GRC. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to vote the next time round. Till then, I very much remain a virgin voter. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114689186376960219?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114689186376960219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114689186376960219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/polling-day-for-general-elections.html' title='Polling day for general elections'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114680345511771210</id><published>2006-05-05T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:11:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First world university my ass!</title><content type='html'>My dear fellow readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time you read this entry, a few hundred students would have already been claimed as casualties by the fluid mechanics paper disaster on 3rd May 06: 1200 hours @ Nanyang Technological University examination hall B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's ironic how contradicting the opinions are from students from universities worldwide. I recall that slightly less than 4 years ago, people once told me university life was super relaxed and relatively stress free as compared to the 'A' levels. To the super elite uber intelligent people with brains of super computers process capability, they probably say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"I never touched textbooks/ lecture notes/ tutorials/ research papers all my life and yet I scored all straight distinctions for the exams. So easy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rite..... in my 4 years of university life so far.... I can only think of two words that best describes this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BULL SHIT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No such thing! As a fellow student, I sympathise with your situation. The administration has always made everything sound so easy. Despite being the incumbent, the university's top heads have failed to comprehend the situation on the ground. Where are the creme la creme when the students need them. I can safely assure you that 8 out of 10 professors suck in teaching despite their "amazing academic track record". So what if they have the best qualifications, it doesn't mean a thing to the students if they cannot relate, speak or teach properly. Go ahead and ask the students down the lecture theatres. Oh... then again, does the top administration go on the ground the relate to you the fellow student? I've never ever seen a top head walking around checking on the state of the student population. Not convinced? Go ahead and sue me for defamatory remarks. I challenge you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about all that "hoo ha" imagery that the media has painted on television. No where in Singapore do you see students sitting on a big green field staring at the clouds after a hectic day of lessons. Forget about the idea of enjoying a good cup of ice blended mocha every now and then grooving to the background music while chilling out in between lectures. Going out to play and shop whenever you feel like it? If you do lead such a lifestyle, there can only be 3 possibilites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are not a student from NTU/NUS/SMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You forget that you are even a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You skip lessons 5X daily, 5 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know the extent of madness that goes on in university, think of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought PSLE was hard,&lt;br /&gt;'O' levels is 5X more difficult,&lt;br /&gt;'A' levels is 10X more difficult than the 'O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;University education is magnified 15x more than the 'A' levels.&lt;br /&gt;Question: How much more difficult is university as compared to PSLE? (15 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;University education is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5*10*15 = 750x more difficult than your PSLE standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait... academics in universities never like making things simple. This is how they will pose the simplified hypothetical question to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree of difficulty can be modelled as the rise in water level in a tank. The water level rises under a steady state for 5 seconds before overflowing from the tank. Assume only frictional pipe loss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DERIVE&lt;/span&gt; an expression of the rise degree of difficulty of university h(x) with respect to time using the following equations. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(15 Marks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Function of PSLE : f(w) = 6wy + 3t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Function of 'O' levels g(u) = tan  (4u+7w)/ dt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Function of 'A' levels h(t) = (dy/dt * dt/dz ) 4xu * cos (5wt) + du/dt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hint: You may find the following formula &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;[P1/pg + V1^2/pg + z1] = {P2/pg + V2^2/pg + z2+ (fLV^2/2gD)] + K(V^2)/2g + (l/g)dv/dt}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The displacement of overspill is z(t)= (z2 - z1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. WHAT "USEFUL" hints. Which doesnt really make sense to the common man on the street. WTF?! Why must derive? 3/4 of the paper is based on DERIVATION. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Siao leh!"&lt;/span&gt; Cannot ask application type of questions found in the tutorials is it? After the professors drill the students with lots of graphs, complex formulae and application questions throughout the entire semester for the module, they examine the unexpecting student on DERIVATION? Curses to you and your freaking overdeveloped brain. Thanks to you my dear professors, many final year students with hopes of graduating in 4 years are now living in morbid fear that graduation may never be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that some student will send an email to the administration complaining about the many matters which are considered "trivial" to the top heads, they will probably detract the student that he/she did not have his papers (lecture notes) in place, and say the student is a liar and a person who lack of integrity. How dare they accuse the top heads of the administration of such atrocities. The administration is FIRST WORLD ok? Our professors are also FIRST WORLD ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To to first world, we must have first world professors who will produce first world students. Nothing but NATO (No Action, Talk Only). Even all those evaluation forms are darn useless. The same old dogs still come biting you semester after semester. Who says life in university is wonderful? A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? I don't think so. Stop dangling the carrot with advertisements like.... "I can clinch a deal anywhere, I can address the world and what not...". Nothing but hot air and bullshit. Academic theories rarely apply in real life. First class university education? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114680345511771210?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114680345511771210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114680345511771210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-world-university-my-ass.html' title='First world university my ass!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114625054129983183</id><published>2006-04-29T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T02:55:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are ending soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My last university paper will be on 3rd May 2006, where I will contest and conquer the final boss code named "M463: Fluid Mechanics". Hopefully, I will graduate and convocate this semester. Till then, no new blog entries until the end of my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the GE round the corner, let's see what events will unfold. Till then, stay tuned. I'll blog again after 3rd May 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114625054129983183?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114625054129983183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114625054129983183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams-are-ending-soon.html' title='Exams are ending soon'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114552431304228172</id><published>2006-04-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:39:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Apathy in Singapore??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;General Elections&lt;/span&gt; coming up, many Singaporeans are eager for a chance to vote. In order to create a greater awareness of political issues amongst the younger generation in Singapore, Channelnewsasia broadcasted a talkshow called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why my vote matters- a dialogue with Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. I had to watch it online via google video as I rarely watch television (about 10 hours of TV a year). You can watch it and recap the major issues that were brought up below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 318px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DogAAANgUhUXMeSJ3sI7fXk91-joRLex1iacFACNMIdAcYG_iZteDbJBrIMu22MFV6nW028HgAzKhzCXk8EpquvNcuyuLoLf6XXtXqbcExqK_HtGRLXCSYaeFZjQQBJaI7lAj93fANKm83xVA5JxpdE90avT10Pl2i1Z5PR8kmYEdjYj7leIVD3IWJ8H35gHVEcwc8HZgXxMLsjuGa7YYcK6VhmwRNRAiyaBj5AJb5ZCUGEhp%26sigh%3D7J1a88onAeM4-50gMBWjEx-CWC8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D3054100%26docid%3D-1409818981384963003&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D5864be5c26beb54%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1145526094%26sigh%3D0er10NTyjYezzCX8g6QvzFpMlWw&amp;amp;playerId=-1409818981384963003" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(FAST Broadband connection recommended to watch the streaming video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the show was broadcasted last week, there is now a major stir that the younger  generation of Singaporeans do not show adequate respect to the Minister Mentor (MM Lee). The dialogue session was harsh and direct with normally shunned questions being brought up directly to MM Lee. The "panel" of 10 Singaporeans, below the age of 30 brought up almost every single issue that was brought up by the opposition parties with regards to the upcoming elections and Group Representative Constituency (GRC). Questions like the People's Action Party (PAP) were depriving the opposition of a level playing ground. Controversial topics like the PAP being arrogant and power crazy were brought face up to MM Lee himself. Of course, the big question of whether the PM Lee Hsien Loong was backed by MM Lee in parliament. Questions like the PAP being seemed as intimidating were also hung up. Unfazed by the barrage of direct and blunt questions, MM Lee remained sharp and  gave back authoritative and candid replies. No stone was left uncovered and statements with the lack of evidence were shot back firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the broadcast, public opinion was hugely divided. One school of thought consisting predominatly of the elder generation (1st and 2nd generation) of Singaporeans claimed that the younger generation showed a lack of respect for the man behind Singapore's remarkable progress in nation building. The other school of thought, consisting of the 3rd generation of younger Singaporeans rebutted back claiming that the questions were not provocative but was meant to voice out the opinion of people and to bring up issues which were normally considered taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that it took courage to bring up senstive issues face on with a man of MM Lee's stature. Afterall, MM Lee has tasted more salt than what most younger singaporeans have encoutered. Thumbs up to those who brought up taboo topics, this is how society operates. The truth is never sweet tasting, and most of the time, it's sensitive to mention anything openly. I believe that this is a sign that people believe strongly in democracy. People should always have the right to say and bring up constructive criticism. This is the only way for us to strive forward. If Singapore is to maintain her worldclass standards in many aspects, locals should be more broadminded and critical on national issues. Kudos to those who braved the mental fear to voice the public's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic that despite the objective of the dialogue session was to provoke a sense of political awareness, people are complaining that the younger generation who is "politically ignorant" are being too hard on in criticising the government. I see these behavoirs as a sign of different cultural upbringing. The english educated generation is more direct and open, while the chinese educated generation believe more  on moral and social values. Either way, both parties win despite their differences on opinions and thoughts. Singaporeans are now talking about politics in their daily lives. The public apathy on national issues and politics have suddenly been given an upheaval. People are now better aware on the issues like the importance of elections, government and the political systems of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, read up on news articles on this recent issue. &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/203871/1/.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here's the side of the story&lt;/a&gt; from the people who were involved in this dialogue. Channelnewsasia will be broadcasting another episode on the aftermath of the dialogue session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to expect from &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com" target="blank"&gt;channelnewsasia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="cna9"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="cna9"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That Dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I Rude Or...?&lt;br /&gt;A discussion on "Why My Vote Matters - A Dialogue with the Minister Mentor" created a stir after the programme went on air. One camp applauds the young Singaporeans for daring to brave MM Lee. The other found their manners wanting. Hear their takes on the issue. Thu, Apr 20 @ 2030 SST.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch the upcoming episode (online) if possible [even though I'm in the midst of my exams]. A good debate stimulates my inner burning desire all the time. Let the sandstorm begin and stir up some dust! Who says there is political apathy amongst the younger generation of Singaporeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;(Updated 8:45 pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On a lighter note... Check out what &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com" target="blank"&gt;Mr Brown&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;has for his latest podcast. Simply hilarious!!! Here's a spoof , tastefully done via &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1254_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1254_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better Man(R) : So you wanna contest me in the&lt;br /&gt;upcoming jedi election eh? Feel my lightsaber!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/mb/tmbs-060420-jedi_elections_special.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/mrbrownpodcast.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Browncast: Jedi elections special (Click to listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Editor's note-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*In yoda speak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Brown and Mr Miyagi - Funny... you people are. 2 thumbs up! Like podcasts... I do.  Heh Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/19613029-114552431304228172?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114552431304228172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114552431304228172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/political-apathy-in-singapore.html' title='Political Apathy in Singapore??'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114544589894884930</id><published>2006-04-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:31:19.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam grades spoof</title><content type='html'>Report card day spoof. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"What?! You got a B+ ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="318" height="262"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKnloiM-0Ns"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKnloiM-0Ns" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="318" height="262"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs* Don't scold me.... *Sobs* I promise to score all 'A's the next time round...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114544589894884930?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114544589894884930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114544589894884930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/exam-grades-spoof.html' title='Exam grades spoof'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114518999300051614</id><published>2006-04-16T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:20:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervy jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just came back from Eugene's hall for revision. It's ironic that the more we revise, the more worried we become. Starting to have the tingling nervy jitters for my first paper (M481) tomorrow. I hope the paper will be managable. This prescribed elective seems a little too taxing for my liking. No chances for any mistakes this semester. Everything must be cleared at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 hours &amp;amp; 15 mins to go. The clock is ticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114518999300051614?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114518999300051614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114518999300051614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/nervy-jitters.html' title='Nervy jitters'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114504305537533361</id><published>2006-04-15T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:36:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muggerisation</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks, I realise that mugging for the exams has turned my life upside down. I'm officially infected with "muggerisation". Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10.30 am: Wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10.45 am: In a state of daze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;11.00 am: Read notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;11.30 am: Brunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;12.30 pm: Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6.30 pm  : Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;7.30 pm  : Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;11.45 pm: Night snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;12.00 am: Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3.35 am   : Zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days and counting. Honeydew day approaches. Ain't you envious of my "nerdificious" life? *zzz* Let's over and done with the papers. I wanna graudate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114504305537533361?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114504305537533361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114504305537533361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/muggerisation.html' title='Muggerisation'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114486741499966705</id><published>2006-04-13T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:31:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When +ve becomes -ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was speaking to my ex over the phone a few days back and there were somethings which left me pondering. During the midst of the conversation, she told me that during our recent 3.5 years of courtship, I tended to think highly of myself and probed her whenever she was troubled. She told me those were 2 weaknesses which I really should attempt to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.. which brings me to question the very fundamentals on how I was brought up. My parents always taught me to set standards for myself and to be confident in my actions. I was also encouraged to open up and ask whether in doubt. These traits seem to be positive at a young age but they seem to become negative as people grow up. Strange isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confidence breeds success doesn't it? If I don't think highly of myself, I will not have what it takes to drive myself forward. I know that over confidence is dangerous, but cockiness only comes with great self belief doesn't it? If I don't elude any form of confidence, then I'm definitely not meant for greater things in life. Achieving greater things in life also means building for a better future. No? Hmm.... So what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ask whenever you're in doubt",  my teachers used to tell me during primary school. If you are unsure of how someone is feeling, then ask him/her. No point guessing right? Surely I cannot be expected to guess someone's thoughts all the time? Asking seems to be the logical way for me. Guessing games ain't my cup of tea. I prefer to get the facts and opinions and lay them out to discuss. I really cannot comprehend secretive people. (There is nothing wrong in being secretive though). But if there is nothing bad, then what's there to hide? Just let it out and let people close to you share your woes. Why keep worries to just to yourself? Whenever people ask, it's a sign of love, care and concern. If you didn't mean anything to me, why would I even ask what's troubling you? Hmm... So what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So exactly, what's right and what's wrong? That will probably be a question which I may not have an answer to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then again, maybe I'm just not able to see things outside my perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guys and gals really think at different frequencies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maybe that's why some people say that "Men are from mars &amp; Women are from Venus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side note- It's a warm and humid night as I blog this entry. My 1st paper is 4 days away... Exams sux. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114486741499966705?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114486741499966705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114486741499966705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-ve-becomes-ve.html' title='When +ve becomes -ve'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114476563299071937</id><published>2006-04-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:08:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People get stressed out over many reasons. Work, school, personal life, family and financial problems. Feeling upset and falling into depression? Destress the Super Mario way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2002/s8141707e/mario.swf"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/mario.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Click on the picture to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jumping helps you destress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Groan* 5 days to my first paper (affectionately known as the Honeydew day) *I &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be ready to kill the exam papers!*&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/19613029-114476563299071937?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114476563299071937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114476563299071937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out?'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114473484615963017</id><published>2006-04-11T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:58:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dawn signals the end of night and the beginning of day. The break-in sunshine brings in hope, tranquility and warmth to our daily lives. Sometimes, one really has to learn appreciate the simplicity that nature has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-04-06_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-04-06_0635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-04-06_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-04-06_0641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-04-06_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-04-06_0645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-04-06_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-04-06_0654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's politically correct to say that tranquil moments never last. We live in a world of chaos. Enjoy your inner peace while you can. Soon, it'll be time to yield your weaponry and fight for your worldly possessions and gains; both tangible or intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examinations are nearing coming in 6 days. Battle royale is about to commence... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114473484615963017?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114473484615963017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114473484615963017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-break.html' title='Day Break'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114468368276983436</id><published>2006-04-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:48:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Burger Code</title><content type='html'>If you have read "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown, you'll probably find this following text extract and this infamous drawing familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="default0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"The Vitruvian Man," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Langdon gasped. Saunière had created a life-sized replica of Leonardo da Vinci's most famous sketch.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="default0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Considered the most anatomically correct drawing of its day, Da Vinci's &lt;i&gt;The Vitruvian Man &lt;/i&gt;had become a modern-day icon of culture, appearing on posters, mouse pads, and T-shirts around the world. The celebrated sketch consisted of a perfect circle in which was inscribed a nude male... his arms and legs outstretched in a naked spread eagle.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Da Vinci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Langdon felt a shiver of amazement. The clarity of Saunière's intentions could not be denied. In his final moments of life, the curator had stripped off his clothing and arranged his body in a clear image of Leonardo da Vinci's &lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vitruvian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Man.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="default0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Da%20Vinci%27s%20The%20Vitruvian%20Man.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Da%20Vinci%27s%20The%20Vitruvian%20Man.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" st="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci had a well documented history of including hidden cryptographic codes in his drawings.  "de Cryptographie" often spend countless time in solving the cryptic puzzles. I saw this drawing when I was down at Orchard Road. Introducing,  "The Da Burger Code".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/da-burger-code_edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/da-burger-code_edited.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messieur&lt;/span&gt; da Vinci seemed to have a love for burgers during his time. Do you have what it takes to decrytify the meaning of this drawing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114468368276983436?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114468368276983436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114468368276983436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114468368276983436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114468368276983436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-burger-code.html' title='The Da Burger Code'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114457861185699856</id><published>2006-04-09T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:15:07.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small bear biscuits</title><content type='html'>This is something which i MUST bring to the attention of all "Meiji" fans! I'm sure many of you have seen this familiar packaging in assorted flavours that looks like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.on-the-globe.com/Travel/Photo/Photo_001_Indonasia_Bali/017_hello_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.on-the-globe.com/Travel/Photo/Photo_001_Indonasia_Bali/017_hello_panda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this? Check out these "Hello Panda" biscuits (affectionally known as small bear biscuits) which were packaged in CUPS. I found them at Prime supermarket. Heh. "La pi xiao xing" will be crazy over these "xiao xiong bing gan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/04-04-06_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/04-04-06_1840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh Heh. I like small bear biscuits. They are the coolest biscuits in town. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114457861185699856?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114457861185699856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114457861185699856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114457861185699856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114457861185699856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-bear-biscuits.html' title='Small bear biscuits'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114435813151576795</id><published>2006-04-07T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:34:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time is 0423 a.m as I blog this. My roomie, Zhijian is asleep and there are pesky light-loving insects hovering above my table lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official! I've attended my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;last lecture&lt;/span&gt; in university. The lecturer, Prof "Spot" was mumbling about turbomachinery and something about the radial flow turbine which I believe is not examinable for the paper. 4 years of lectures and tutorials in the university is more than sufficient for me. 8 gruelling semesters, countless tutors and lecturers. But I must say I have utmost respect for 2 special professors who had the most impact on me. They were there to help and pull me up whenever there were pitfalls. Prof Yeo Song Huat and Prof David Lee Butler. They are the best 2 teachers I ever had for my entire course of formal education. Despite having some torrid times in school (failing certain killer modules which I had to repeat), I will have to say that university life has got to be the most formative period for me. I feel that it has been most enriching, fun, shaping me towards independence. 4 years of staying in NTU's halls of residence have brought me wonderful memories. Looking back, I've been studying for the past 18 years. That's almost 2 decades of education to get me ready to contribute to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10 days to my first paper &lt;/span&gt;of my FINAL examination. I can't wait to get over it even though I have not been revising as hard as I should. To be truthful, I'm quite sick of studying. 18 years of formal education is indeed a long time. Jer replied to one of my emails and in it, she wrote "Study hard and you will do well". I'm happy and I really feel very much more motivated to press on for my final lap. Simple words of encouragement that pushes me on. It's a nice to know that she still cares. Sometimes, words have a different impact when said by people close (or used to be close) to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Not forgetting&lt;/span&gt; those who love me (or used to love me), to those who encourage me, to those who who bother to make cards to cheer me up, to those who provided great company, to those who were in my external event committee/sub committe, to those who slogged with me as a business manager to secure sponsorships, to those who provided endless fun during freshmen orientation camps, to those who nudged me awake during boring lessons, to those who studied together in the tutorial rooms/study benches/ study rooms/ canteens, to those who gave me wake up calls for my morning lessons and morning papers, my tertiary life would have been monotonous if not for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhijian and I discuss about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;life after university&lt;/span&gt; now and then. The future ain't gonna be a bed of roses, but I still do look forward to it. Career, Girlfriends, Flings, Family, Friends &amp; Finances.... whatever... What does the future hold for a 24 year old undergraduate? It's going to be a new path in life where I finally get a chance to decide on what I really want to do. The first thing I'll do after graduation is to personally thank all those who have encouraged me to bravely move on. I am what I am today because of all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time check. 0520 am on a Friday morning as I close this entry.  I'm suppose to help Linda with CMP polishing at the clean room @ 12pm, meet Prof David Butler @ 3pm to submit my FYP report and study for my upcoming papers later today. Meantime, I'll open MS Word and start finalising my report. It's time for me to hit the books. I don't think I'll sleep today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side note-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fatality count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; of light loving insects since I started this entry: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114435813151576795?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114435813151576795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114435813151576795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114435813151576795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114435813151576795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114400837774401845</id><published>2006-04-03T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:47:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat-Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Post entry update! (6th April 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://kennysia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kenny Sia's blog&lt;/a&gt; yesterday when I saw him posting these pictures. I can't help myself but to update this entry. What a coincidence. Those vandals are funny. Horse Lee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060405-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060405-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060405-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060405-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Original Entry)&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new friend, Cat-Lee. Proudly named after my superstar idol Kelly. She pops into my hostel room once in a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/16-03-06_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/16-03-06_2214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/16-03-06_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/16-03-06_2211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/16-03-06_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/16-03-06_2213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/24-03-06_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/24-03-06_0133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/11-03-06_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/11-03-06_0147.jpg" alt="" 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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/11-03-06_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/11-03-06_0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one cool cat. I think she's my lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114400837774401845?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114400837774401845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114400837774401845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114400837774401845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114400837774401845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat-lee.html' title='Cat-Lee'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114391124615390793</id><published>2006-04-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:27:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac rules. Windows suxs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/cool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/cool.jpg"&gt;Click here to zoom in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A total fresh new look! I simply love the gorgeous iMac interface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny says- This is an enhancement. NOT cosmestic makeover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up. I'll revamp my life. I deserve better. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114391124615390793?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114391124615390793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114391124615390793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114391124615390793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114391124615390793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/mac-rules-windows-suxs.html' title='Mac rules. Windows suxs.'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114390559392984674</id><published>2006-04-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:39:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The promise</title><content type='html'>I thought we had an agreement.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we promised to notify each other.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you enough to inform me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I had to ask before you told me so.&lt;br /&gt;No excuses are needed.&lt;br /&gt;The promise has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there still a mutual trust between friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;Friends abide to promises.&lt;br /&gt;Friends share their joys and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114390559392984674?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114390559392984674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114390559392984674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114390559392984674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114390559392984674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/promise.html' title='The promise'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114313003122425992</id><published>2006-03-23T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:04:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The prime evils of my life</title><content type='html'>Does this make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2002/s8141707e/evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2002/s8141707e/evil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... you'll probably be saying, "HUH" ? (Else... stay away from me).&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;prime evils&lt;/span&gt; which has been giving me endless headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the prime evils in order of atrocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;FYP Project&lt;br /&gt;M463 Test&lt;br /&gt;M464 Project&lt;br /&gt;M460 Project&lt;br /&gt;M481 Assignment&lt;br /&gt;M458 Test&lt;br /&gt;CS814- Assignment and Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yucks. I really wished I had time to edit and upload the tons of photos which I've taken over the past few weeks. I'll be back once I clear everything. The final exams are due in 3.5 weeks! Will my sanity still be intact by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I quote from &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blinkymummy&lt;/a&gt; - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;am&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; sian&lt;/span&gt;" =_=  Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;**I saw her face... in a crowded place....and I don't know what to do....** - James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114313003122425992?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114313003122425992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114313003122425992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114313003122425992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114313003122425992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/prime-evils-of-my-life.html' title='The prime evils of my life'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114132522272647495</id><published>2006-03-03T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T03:05:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With less than 100 days to the World Cup 2006 and counting down, let's get a feel of some fever. Referees can also have fun in the beautiful game. Samba soccer rocks but how about something for a change? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt; soccer anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="318" height="262"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6e4YjAIzrQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6e4YjAIzrQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="318" height="262"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one referee that should really feature in the upcoming World Cup in Germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114132522272647495?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114132522272647495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114132522272647495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114132522272647495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114132522272647495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/ballet-soccer.html' title='Ballet soccer'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114128258949828000</id><published>2006-03-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T02:35:31.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in Nerdy Noob Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I have not been blogging for quite some time &amp; here's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stranded on a hypothetical island affectionally known as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Nerdy Noob Paradise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm stuck with tons of workload for this month. Waves of tutorials, assignments, projects and tests hit me hard and fast. Multiple deadlines are due soon! Been too busy to even get some decent sleep, but then again... most final year students are stressed out and show signs of weirdness due to the intense workload. My life revolves around nothing but books, journals and articles. Darn... I seriously need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that I will&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  come up with short entries over the next day or so. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114128258949828000?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114128258949828000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114128258949828000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114128258949828000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114128258949828000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/stranded-in-nerdy-noob-paradise.html' title='Stranded in Nerdy Noob Paradise'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114095885036231931</id><published>2006-02-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:24:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissing in public</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a kid pissing in the middle of a crowded coffee shop during dinner (at the NTU extension). This kid stood on a chair and sprayed his yellow piss into the plastic bag which his mum was holding. And yes... the boy was half naked and his shorts were at his ankles revealing his willy in full glory. (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Singapore being a civic minded society. Where is the decency and respect for the surrounding customers? Surely the parents knew that this was inappropriate? Besides, the toilet was only less than 20 steps away. Ugly Singaporeans. I am totally grossed out.&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/piss" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kid" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114095885036231931?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114095885036231931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114095885036231931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114095885036231931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114095885036231931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/pissing-in-public.html' title='Pissing in public'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114070919963067548</id><published>2006-02-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:59:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP Tammy scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm certain the name "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;" needs no introduction to the country of "Sillypore". Her name is on almost everyone's lips nowdays. After that scandalous NYP affair, even the Straits Times newspaper got excited and wrote an article on it. Poor Tammy, a victim of technology.  I'm sure everyone knows the entire scandal by now but in a nutshell, there is this girl called Tammy from Nanyang Polytechnic who had her hand phone stolen by some jealous fellow cheerleader. Whatever the reason, she was unlucky enough to have her sexual exploits exposed via her state of the art video camera phone. The person who stole the phone even went to the extent of publishing her personal details and mass mailed it to the entire staff and student population of NYP. As if this is not enough, the video is now generously available on the net. To further hype the attention, rumour has it that the videos were released part by part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hype is not so much on the closer to life "Made in Sillypore" ponography video that is available. People will always be curious for sleazy and unorthodox news. Afterall, it is not everyday that sex scandals are revealed in our own sunny island "Sillypore". Some people in "Sillypore" do silly stuff, really silly stuff. There is no doubt that the person who released the video was all out to make Tammy a household name. In fact, Tammy may just be the next star after the infamous Anabelle Chong. Technorati even reported that the topic "Tammy NYP" was the top search topic for the week in "Sillypore". I heard many people talking and laughing that Tammy's home made video puts Paris Hilton's sex video to shame. Sure... this may be interesting to talk about and for a good laugh but has anyone thought of the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy is already a victim for a vicious attack. Her time is in a total mess and she has to live a life of a refugee. I will say that her plight is worse that the victims of the 911 attack, 2004 tsunami, Bali bombings and the latest phillipine landslide. Has anyone spared a thought for this poor girl? Many of you can argue that she shouldn't had let her boyfriend film their sexual escapades. Some of you can also argue that a 17 year old polytechnic student should not even be having sex in the first place. The rest can even argue that she should be punished and expelled!? Let us get the facts straight, why is all the attention on poor tammy and not her boyfriend? We can only guess. People all around the world have sex, so what's the big deal? Why should a victim get further abused? It's like sentencing a victim of a robbery to jail because he/she was robbed. Does this even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I openly condemmed the person who released the videos. This is too extreme a revenge for anyone. This is living hell. What is the cause for this act of revenge? Fear? Anger? Hate? Tammy ain't no celebrity or a prominent figure in the media and yet, all the spotlight is suddenly on her in a notorious manner. Let's be clear about one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;leads to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Anger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;leads to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;leads to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUFFERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful life, a bright future has been shattered. I have NO IDEA how tammy is going to pick up her life again. She can avoid her friends, breakup with the boyfriend and other stuff to get away, but can she face her parents and relatives? Is it ever possible for her not to be scorned by her elders in a conservative asian society? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; deserves to be a "tammified" and be on the receiving end for such a matter. Revenge only begets revenge. Somethings in life simply cannot be repaired. Shattered souls remain shattered like broken glass, never to be beautiful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give the poor girl some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nyp+tammy" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114070919963067548?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114070919963067548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114070919963067548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114070919963067548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114070919963067548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/nyp-tammy-scandal.html' title='NYP Tammy scandal'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114062798552728655</id><published>2006-02-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:11:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of Star Wars (Sneak Peak)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel my lightsaber you will !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1253_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1253_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114062798552728655?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114062798552728655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114062798552728655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114062798552728655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114062798552728655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/art-of-star-wars-sneak-peak.html' title='The art of Star Wars (Sneak Peak)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114062112519240123</id><published>2006-02-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:45:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, Kelly (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Kelly Mania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised earlier, here are some pictures of kelly's album which I bought last week. After days of continuous listening, I'm still can't get enough! I LIKE! Here are the tracks in her debut album labelled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Love Me, Kelly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Change your font encoding to unicode if you can't see the chinese words.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/15-02-06_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/15-02-06_2054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/15-02-06_2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/15-02-06_2055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/15-02-06_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/15-02-06_2056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;爱, 无力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;答案&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;计时炸弹&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些爱&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;非爱不可&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;那一秒说的话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;魔力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;美丽笨女人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;关于爱情 (Feat. 洪俊扬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" name="lovemekelly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱, 无力&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;definitely got to be my all time favourite. The lyrics are just so true, so real.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you readers have yet to see her latest MV, &lt;a href="http://www.yes933.sg/mv/mv_kellypan.wmv"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to directly watch a preview. The MV is a preview version, so there are some lip sync issues but hey, it's as close as you can get. Please stop telling me that her blue "raincoat" looks ugly. It's a funky nice dress for goodness sake. Love Singapore's very own superstar &amp; want to know more? Check out Kelly fan club by clicking on the kelly fan club website image below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panjiali.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/kellyfornia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="lovemekelly"&gt;Speaking of which, did I mention that I got a poster of Kelly upon purchase of the CD? I&lt;/a&gt;'m elated that I've got the mega sized poster of her. Haha. Now I have a hot chick looking down at me every morning when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like I will not have problems waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In order for me to stay motivated and awake, I even placed the CD casing on my desk space! Did you know that Kelly is my friend's (Michelle) friend? So cool right? What a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1262_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1262_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grooving in the beat as Kelly sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did you buy this week's issue of I-weekly? Kelly's the cover girl. I specially bought the issue with the plastic wrapping. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1269_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1269_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1272_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1272_edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1274_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1274_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1273_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1273_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% Kelly and no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meantime, please stop asking me to rip the tracks into mp3 so that I can send them to you. Go get her album (either the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;normal or limited edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; versions) if you have yet to do so. Go get an exclusive copy of i-weekly too! Your eyes and ears will thank you for it. :) GO KELLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Side tracking, in case, you are wondering about all that Star Wars stuff which I have all over my desk space, that's because I visited "The Art of Star Wars" exhibition at the science centre a few days back. More on that in another entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114062112519240123?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114062112519240123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114062112519240123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114062112519240123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114062112519240123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-me-kelly-2.html' title='Love me, Kelly (2)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114011164267711979</id><published>2006-02-17T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:30:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, Kelly (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought Kelly's debut album, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Love me, Kelly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day before (wednesday) and I've got an exclusive mega sized poster!!! I've put the poster up on my hostel room. Woo Hoo! I've been listening to it over and over again and loving every tune to it. SHE ROCKS! Even the newspapers gave her debut album a 4 out of 5 stars rating. Really great stuff. To those who have not bought her album yet, get her album asap! You will not regret it, fantastic tracks. Go Kelly!  Always my superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later. I'll upload some pictures soon.  :) Meantime, Ed has informed me via msn that Kelly is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cover girl&lt;/span&gt; for this week's issue of "I-weekly". I'll definitely rush to get my copy the first thing in the morning. Her music video is also available for preview &lt;a href="http://www.yes933.sg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (Wait for kelly's picture to appear in the flash and click on it). The full MV will be out on channel U on 19 Feb 06 at 8.45 pm. Do remember to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114011164267711979?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114011164267711979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114011164267711979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114011164267711979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114011164267711979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-me-kelly-1.html' title='Love me, Kelly (1)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-114011068430096396</id><published>2006-02-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:31:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Jer told me that she'll be off to Hong Kong tomorrow on a holiday with her friend (that police kid/ guy who is giving/gave her the supplementary credit card as mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/material-girl.html"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt;.) Hmm... a holiday for two? I'm surprised on how fast things progressing. She told me that she bought tickets there two weeks ago. Oh well, she explained to me the whole rationale that she wants to get used to travelling abroad and other personal reasons on how she ended up flying off with just this guy. I get this melanchonic feeling, but on the other hand, I'm also worried about her safety. Remember the song "Leaving on a jet plane" by Chantel Kreviazuk? I have the exact sentiments. I'll give her the benefit of doubt in any case. Either way, I'm in no position to interfere. She lives her life and I'll happily live mine. She'll be flying out of Singapore again after this Hong Kong trip. Apparently, her company will be sending her for a business trip in March. Ah... I hope she enjoys herself there. Afterall, she really wanted to go yo HK for a long long time. Have an enjoyable trip Jer. Remember the promise you gave to me. Bon voyage and take care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I want to go to Japan in the near future. I've always dreamed about experiencing and visiting the land of the rising sun. Someday, I'm spread my wings out and fly around high above the clouds... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-114011068430096396?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114011068430096396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=114011068430096396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114011068430096396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/114011068430096396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-she-goes_16.html' title='There she goes'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113999800946146446</id><published>2006-02-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:11:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sniff sniff* Need a MC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;It's drizzling as I write up this entry. There have been showers that go and off for the past 2 weeks or so. What's it with the weather? Someone should write a complain to the Ministry of Rain to complain about the inconsistent spells of mini showers. Not surprisingly, many people have/had been suffering from the *sniff-sniff-ha-chew* syndrome (including myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pop in another miracle pill that helps to alleviate my cold like symptons (aka the vitamic C pill), I thought back on how my fellow national service friends used to fake illness just to avoid the 5km morning in the wee hours of the morning. Afterwhich, they will run over to the medical centre after practicing their *I'm too weak to do anything* facial expressions in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the common practices which were successfully implemented. Introducing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;" How to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chao Keng&lt;/span&gt; in front of the MO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; for dummies "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy one tube of toothpaste (super fresh and minty type), squeeze out all the contents and eat them up. Sure to get stomach upset and fever overnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Effectiveness- 2 days MC, 1 week light duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steal a jumbo sized box of Kong Guan buscuits from the mess. Crush them, and mix them container with drain water. Finish them quickly before you get caught by your sergeant. CONFIRM get  "lau sai" (diahorrea).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Effectiveness- 1 day MC, 3 days light duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the medical office, when it is almost your turn to see the doctor, hurry run to the toilet and take some water+ soap and rub it into your beloved eye. Rub your eye until it become swollen, then cry in front of the doctor saying got bee sting your eye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Effectiveness- 1 week MC plus a chance to chat up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nurses at Tan Tock Seng Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS- The last time I heard, none of the following tricks work anymore ever since the cleaner complained about constantly refilling the hand soap in the toilets and having to clean up metal Kong Guan biscuit containers found near the drains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113999800946146446?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113999800946146446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113999800946146446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113999800946146446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113999800946146446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sniff-sniff-need-mc.html' title='*Sniff sniff* Need a MC?'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113990602548100034</id><published>2006-02-14T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:13:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collective events!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am able to squeeze out some time to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my hectic schedule eases its way through, I am beginning to gain back some of my sanity. All the late night reports and research has taken some toil on my body. I've been down with a slight runny nose since yesterday. Being a little paranoid from what I see from the news I was beginning to suspect the possibility of contacting bird flu. :/ After all, I did had chicken rice for lunch a few days back and the chicken looked kind of bloody. Despite that good old glorious bloody mess, I ignorantly wolved the plate of chicken rice in a record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/covers/501050926/images/main_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/asia/covers/501050926/images/main_splash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... A little too late to regret? Edwina commented that it was probably due to the lack of sleep. I guess she's right, I do feel a little better after some intensive sleep and some cold medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at parklane with KW last Saturday evening when I bumped into something quite unexpected! As I was walking towards peace centre, I saw an entire army of black people! They were cheering, screaming, shouting and punching their fists in the air. Taken aback, I turned my head 90 degrees and saw police cars with the blinkers flashing on. I looked back and I saw roads being cordened off. Before I could blink my eyes, more Indians flooded the vicinity and were walking all over the main roads causing slight traffic congestion. I was stunned! A revolt? A mutiny? Mass protest and demostration from the Indian community? Isn't Singapore suppose to be a harmonious place right where people from all walks of life fuse together as one? Hmm.... But wait! There are burly looking Indian men who were carrying Kavadi(s) pierced onto themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/kavadi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/kavadi.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's Thaipusam!!!" KW shouted at over the surrounding noise. Cool... A festival celebrated by Indians all over the world. There were hundreds of devotees carrying offerings to their Hindu gods and there were some who pushed their devotion to the test by piecing themselves with Kavadi's into their flesh as a large offering to the Hindu god, Lord         Subramaniam. I must say that their pain threshold is very high! That Kavadi looks heavy and it's pierced into this flesh without any visible wounds. Amazing! I'm just bewilded on why there is no blood flowing out  the piercings. Wanting to test out whether it was painful to have all those piercings, I told KW to offer his arm as I pierced my fingernail into his flesh. *Ouch!* Not surprisingly, he brushed me off saying I was crazy. Ha.I seriously wanted to stand beside one of the Kavadi carriers and take a photo but decided not to. Afterall, this is something very sacred to the Hindus. There were many people whom I believed to be family and friends of the Kavadi carriers who were shouting and cheering to give the Kavadi people encouragement and support. Some even had drums as they hit a rhythm to motivate the people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/piercing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not every Hindu devotee celebrated with extremities, some of them carried offerings on their heads decorated with flowers and religious ornaments. Many of them were walking barefoot as a test of their resilience. If i recall correctly, the devotees started off from a major Indian temple at tank road (near little India) and walked 3km to the next major temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed female Kavadi carriers. The ladies were carrying smaller version(s) of Kavadis but they still looked heavy. One middle aged woman was on the verge of tears as she hobbled in pain. Such is the power of faith and devotion. I can't help but to have a deep sense of respect for the devotees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely an eye opening experience. I'm glad to be in Singapore. The fusion of different races and religions does really spice up the life and exposes different people to the cultures of other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, today is V-day! Yep. It also coincidentally happens to be Kai Shun's (my younger bro) 16th birthday. Incidentally, Siew Lan's birthday also falls on the same day too! We're gonna have a belated celebration for her tomorrow. It must be fun to have your birthday falling on valentine's day. Some much love around. The entire campus is flooded with V-day booths, performances and love food. Flowers are going all around!! &lt;a href="http://wispie.blogspot.com"&gt;Wispie&lt;/a&gt; even distributed chocolates wrapped in pink papers to her friends. Way cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif/180px-Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 160px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif/180px-Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there reading this. Happy V-day to you irregardless whether you are single or attached. Have you told someone you loved them yet? Look around you and you'll realise that actually, love is all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113990602548100034?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113990602548100034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113990602548100034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113990602548100034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113990602548100034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/collective-events.html' title='Collective events!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113990810530288586</id><published>2006-02-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:10:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special dota guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;JUST IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This entry is meant for all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; gamers out there. I was chatting with my friend "Dao Ming Shi" when he sent me a special guide on how to use lina inverse. This is some funny guide! Useful to a certain extent for those who are trying to master the skills involving this heroine. He has just brought Warcraft  3 to a new level. Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2002/s8141707e/lina%20guide.doc"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to read up on this exlcusive guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113990810530288586?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113990810530288586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113990810530288586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113990810530288586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113990810530288586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/special-dota-guide.html' title='Special dota guide'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113939638367300681</id><published>2006-02-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:06:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog entry eating ghost lurking in blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm fumed !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading the past entry on 4 Feb 2006 titled "Better man found in ancient china", you will have realised that I blogged about the the kung fu movie flick on "Huo Yuan Jia" aka "Fearless" featuring Jet Li. Just 2 days back, I realised that the entry disappeared into thin air even though I did not do anything to my past entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if were to scroll down, you will see an entry that reads "Coming up- Better man found in ancient china" That post was DELETED by me after I posted my entry on the movie "fearless". Somehow, my "fearless" entry was deleted and the "coming up" entry kinda of ressurected from the dead. In short, the post which I deleted, came back by itself and the post which I posted, got deleted mysteriously. What the hell is wrong with blogspot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hence deduce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3 conclusions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There is something wrong with the blogspot server.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone hacked into my account and did something funny without me knowing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a phantom ghost in blogspot.com that pulverises blog entries at its own sadistic will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Somehow, I choose to believe the 3rd conclusion. I am disillusioned that an entry which took some real effort on my part just disappered into thin air. I'm still hoping that it will magically reappear. This totally suxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm screwed and drained from my projects. Living in the lab makes my ass hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113939638367300681?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113939638367300681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113939638367300681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113939638367300681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113939638367300681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-entry-eating-ghost-lurking-in.html' title='Blog entry eating ghost lurking in blogspot.com'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113923477038206147</id><published>2006-02-06T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:06:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects in crisis</title><content type='html'>I have been boogled with serious issues for my final year project recently. It seems that I spend more time in the laboratory than attending lessons. A typical school day will comprise of around 4 hours of lesson and 7 hours in laboratory and 1 hour for breakfast/lunch/dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Butler has been really helpful,  but it seems that the problems are mounting. I hope I will not break his limit. I have been doing everything except doing my FYP which is basically the planarization of silicon wafers via Chemical Mechanical Polishing. I have to coat the wafers with photoresist, pattern the film and develop the wafer. This may sound really simple, but on average, it takes about 3 hours to prepare 2 wafers and I have 20 wafers to prepare in total. I also have to spend time making slurry solutions which keep agglomerating and refuse to liquify. It seems that I have to spend time mixing ammonium to my gelated fumed silica to liquify it. Whats more, there seems to be insufficient slurry powder to go around. If you thought that was worse, I have to spend time with machines that break down on a frequent basis or machines that shatter my wafers while processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! As I quote from my prof, I am indeed an over glorified technician. Problems + Trouble + Frustration = Crisis. All I want to do is to polish my wafers and get my results nicely plotted out. Surely that is not too much to ask for? I don't wish to get stressed over trivial issues, but surely this cumulative problems are beckoning me to send a "SOS" signal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my FYP,  I still have to deal with my M460 design optimization project. Edwina was kind enough not to kill me when my zen micro could not be detected on the computers. We had spent hours (at night) trying to work our optimization design in the CAD/CAM lab. I appreciate her tolerance and kindness not to tick me off. Fortunately, we managed to get some more designs up and going (even though we had problems trying to get ANSYS working.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! There's more. M464 is another project to tackle. It seems that my current tutor is more demanding as compared to M364 tutor. My team is now required to show research papers and do indepth analysis week after week. I am however glad that my team mates, Mel and Ming yao are very nice people and are pretty great to get along with. It seems that people with the same frequency seem to get things done more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, with my 3 projects to handle, I still have to study for my prescribed elective M480 Surface Mount Technology module which is due NEXT WEEK, still have to do up on my M428 Quality Assurance CA assignment and slog for my M463 Fluid Mechanics CA which is due by the end of Feburary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I survive a turbulent month of Feburary and come out in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impossible is nothing - ADIDAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- There may be a lack of postings over the next few days. I'll probably be cracking my heads out over my crazy schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113923477038206147?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113923477038206147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113923477038206147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113923477038206147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113923477038206147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/projects-in-crisis.html' title='Projects in crisis'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113897302107693510</id><published>2006-02-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:51:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up (This is a phantom entry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Better man found in Ancient China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This blog notice was deleted but it somehow resurrected)&lt;br /&gt;(This space used  to have a movie critic entry on "Fearless" featuring Jet Li)&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea how my entry vapourised into thin air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113897302107693510?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113897302107693510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113897302107693510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113897302107693510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113897302107693510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/coming-up-this-is-phantom-entry.html' title='Coming up (This is a phantom entry)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113889866882442143</id><published>2006-02-02T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:54:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mr Hitler Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new year! New lecturers teaching new chapters. New faces, new inspiration to doodle during lessons. There is a  new lecturer for my  M481 prescribed elective with a distinct tinge of uniqueness. In what sense you may ask? Read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was 1530 @ LT 14 , Prof XXX (Name changed to protect his identity) stepped in and started to introduce himself to the class. He started off with introducing some upcoming semi conductor industry talk. Not surprisingly, most students started dreaming away in the freezing lecture theatre. As he started talking about the industry trying to share some industrial knowledge with us, I couldn't help but to look at Prof XXX in wonder due to his unique style of grooming. Both Winston and myself were self entertaining ourselves with this drawing. The head was drawn by me (in blue ink) and the body was drawn by Winston (in black ink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quoting some of my lecturers who seem obsessed with equations.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall now derive this&lt;br /&gt;linear relation mathematically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ibiblio.org/hyperwar/USA/USA-E-Supreme/img/USA-E-Supreme-p176a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ibiblio.org/hyperwar/USA/USA-E-Supreme/img/USA-E-Supreme-p176a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rpi.edu/%7Eturcoj/Timeline/Art%20History/charlie%20chaplin%20silent%20star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rpi.edu/%7Eturcoj/Timeline/Art%20History/charlie%20chaplin%20silent%20star.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/02-02-06_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/02-02-06_1625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A starking resemblence aint it? I hence deduce that the law of superposition applies not only in mathematics but also in real life. Let's just say he looked a bit like Charlin Chaplin and Adolf Hitler combined. Haha. I'll post a photo of the man himself once I get a chance to take a snap shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113889866882442143?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113889866882442143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113889866882442143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113889866882442143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113889866882442143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-mr-hitler-chaplin.html' title='Meet Mr Hitler Chaplin'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113862972395131109</id><published>2006-01-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:02:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp of blog layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sure you readers will have realised distinctly that there has been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;major revamp&lt;/span&gt; on my blog's layout. In view of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese new year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, I decided to sweep the previous template off (even though it's only more than one month old) and start the new year with a fresh look! The super long weekend has indeed given me lots of free time to tweak around with my bloggy. This revamp is a result of 2 continuous nights of tweaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/old-blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/old-blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~Sayonara oldie blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gambatte new blog~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113862972395131109?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113862972395131109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113862972395131109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113862972395131109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113862972395131109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/revamp-of-blog-layout.html' title='Revamp of blog layout'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113844554183404108</id><published>2006-01-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:58:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY questions you love to hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the eve of Chinese New Year (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;) or better know as "chu xi". Families gather together to celebrate the tradition of having a sumptous dinner to welcome the new year. When the clock strikes 12, Chinese around the world usher in the &lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;year of the dog&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House visiting is a tradition which many families practice during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; period. Although it is good to meet up with you relatives which you seldom see, one will surely be barraged by repitative questions by the elders. Ever wondered what you will hear whenever you go house visiting during chinese new year? More often than not, your elders will start asking you questions which they have asked for as long as you can remember. Here is a compilation of questions which you can expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For students....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can cope in school? You got how many 'A's for last year's exams?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah Boy/ Ah girl! You are still studying? When you graduate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where do you study ah?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You waiting for 'A' levels/ 'O' levels/ 'N' levels results? You sure do verrrrry well one la.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have grown so much!! Do you still remember how small you were last year?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you been a good boy/girl? Got listen to daddy and mummy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For singles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh? Your girlfriend/boyfriend never come? Oh?? You all break up already har? Sorry ah... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got girlfriend/ boyfriend? How come never bring her/him along?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What? You're 30 this year already?? How come still no partner? I match-make you lah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For couples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both of you have been together for quite some time, when are you getting married?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come still no kids leh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For those who need to work during CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor thing leh.... Holiday also need to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday pay good or not? How much money??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many more questions which one can expect. Fret not, once you get past the barrage of questions, it will be time for the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hong Baos&lt;/span&gt;"! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's note- Model answers are not provided to the above questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113844554183404108?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113844554183404108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113844554183404108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113844554183404108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113844554183404108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-questions-you-love-to-hate.html' title='CNY questions you love to hate'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113820345190467953</id><published>2006-01-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:56:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Zodiacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chinesezodiac.ifrance.com/zodiac.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chinesezodiac.ifrance.com/zodiac.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you believe that the animals in the chinese zodiacs can reflect your fortunes? The chinese zodiac comprises of the twelve animal signs. This is how they place in order,        the rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey,        rooster, dog, and pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Chinese New Year approaching, I got curious and decided to check up on my zodiac sign for the year of the dog. This is what my chinese zodiac says about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;METAL ROOSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 5, 1981 to Jan 24, 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isymbolz.com/astrology/ch_zodiac/cz019-rooster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://www.isymbolz.com/astrology/ch_zodiac/cz019-rooster-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The rooster is often seen as the original strong silent type, not unlike the Humphrey Bogart and Greto Garbo prototypes. Most people consider them quite eccentric. Sad to say, relationships with other people are often strained. They are quite moody and can be too outspoken. They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;often self-centered, but can be quite brave when the situation calls for it. On the other hand, Rooster People are quite talented and capable. They are always devoted to their work and have a reputation for being the hardest of workers. Rooster People are deep thinkers and are pioneers in spirit. They can experience the greatest of joy in complete solitude. Even though often alone, they rarely experience loneliness. Instead, they enjoy their own company and feel solitude helps them in their quest after knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes this one walks around with its head in the cumulus clouds, higher than the stars. You see, this rooster struts around with peacock feathers and they never ever ruffle. So much arrogance can make it hard to get along with others, especially when the Rooster is also intolerant of those who are less talented and a bit slower than normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the other hand, the Metal Rooster is extraordinarily talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Of all twelve Zodiac signs, this one is probably the most high-minded of them all, with a very clean line of thought. The Metal Roosters can distinguish right from wrong very clearly and it doesn't matter which direction they pursue, they always wind up going the right way. If they confront a maze, or big problem, they will immediately see a solution because of their analytical, logical way of thinking. Through their perseverance, any hurricane becomes an orderly thing of beauty, just like that! When it's time for romance, the male Metal Rooster has no trouble at all, love just abounds; the female has a tendency to keep to herself, making connections less freely, but lastingly when they happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This year, the Rooster will see plenty of helping hands assisting you this Dog year 2006! Colleagues, friends and superiors will be very supportive towards you and will be firmly behind you in all endeavors. Roosters should also start retaining funds this year and keep them safely in the bank, as the Dog year 2006 may indicate financial losses! On the work front, the Rooster may experience some setbacks, but they will be mild and not too stressful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How will your fortune be like for the new year? Wishing all my readers a prosperous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinese-new-year.org/img/gongxi_facai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://www.chinese-new-year.org/img/gongxi_facai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;$$ GONG XI FA CAI !!! $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113820345190467953?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113820345190467953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113820345190467953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113820345190467953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113820345190467953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-zodiacs.html' title='Chinese Zodiacs'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113791388981464830</id><published>2006-01-22T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:47:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamed !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Less than 24 hours after I posted the &lt;a href="http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/material-girl.html" target="_blank"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt;, I got flamed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(on msn)&lt;/span&gt; by HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to hear bad things about his/herself and I whole heartedly agree. But there is no smoke without fire. If she thinks what I said is totally untrue, maybe she should think about it. Is it a fact? Or am I just making up stories. I rest my case. I have no intention of a personal attack, it's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Update (Edited): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She's definitely &lt;s&gt;offended&lt;/s&gt; not too happy. I rather let her know the truth before it gets out of hand. She can choose to hate and snub me but I hope she stays true to herself. She spoke to me about this and it seems that she now knows that there is an issue. Maybe she can be "cured" afterall. There seems to be hope for h0^pE afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113791388981464830?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113791388981464830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113791388981464830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113791388981464830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113791388981464830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/flamed.html' title='Flamed !'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113785550704626317</id><published>2006-01-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:34:58.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Material girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Human relations are the most important thing in this world. All of us engage in it all the time, irregardless of where you are. The essence of interaction and communication between people is vital in our everyday lives. Do relations get irradicated by materialistic wealth? Let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it possible for relationships to change just a the snap of the fingers? Some people may digress that it is impossible while others will say that feelings just disappear. Even though break up was done in a good and peaceful manner, how does one feel after some underlying bastard who has been lurking down there waiting finally pounced? Do females change their attitude once some wimp(s) starts  to treat her like a goddess? Do females choose to forget those who used to be close to them? I believe so. A very wise person once told me, all girls are fickle minded and undecisive. As much as I chose not to believe in this saying, I cannot deny the fact there is some truth in it. I have experienced it myself. I have seen it with my very own eyes. Some girl out there has made me feel disappointed everytime I meet up with her. Too often at times, she either turns up very late, make empty promises, or people around her have to adapt and change just to go along with her needs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Compromise&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem to be in her vocabulary. She seems to enjoy to see my reaction when she gleefully tells me about how this this wimp who has agreed to apply for her a credit sub-card. I knew it. She can hang out with that silly wimpy bastard for all I care. I hope she spends all his money and make him regret. I despise wimps who suck up to girls and loose their dignity in the process. They are a disgrace to the male population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here's the verdict. Most girls are materialistic. Those who aren't will turn materialistic and vain in the near future. Don't come and flame and complain that this is bullshit. YOU KNOW ITS TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words won't bring me down. I believe in myself. I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; regret breaking up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Post entry note- Why has she become so materialistic? She's no longer the girl I used to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113785550704626317?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113785550704626317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113785550704626317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113785550704626317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113785550704626317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/material-girl.html' title='Material girl'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113782558497057367</id><published>2006-01-20T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:39:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters of the Clementi kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is one of the few decent hang out areas left in the western part of singapore. It may just be another heartland, but the variety of FOOD is unrivalled. I was down at clementi for dinner with my roomie after a long and gruelling day in campus. Just wanting to tuck into the huge variety of food available, it was no wonder that my hunger pangs tingled for something sumptous. But even before I got to my destination, a "freak incident" occured on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/fip%20flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/fip%20flops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... My flip-flops came apart.... *crappy slippers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with no choice, I was forced drag "rightie" with me for the entire journey until I managed to find a shoe shop. After an intensive search, I found this guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/new%20flip%20flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/new%20flip%20flops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... The orange guy was right in saying that. Those brown dudes were trashed together with some cardboard boxes in a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, dinner was settled, but not without any disturbances. Some eldery couple shared a table with us and they started talking. It all began with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/old%20couple%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/old%20couple%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on and on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;I could only stare at them in shock as they started telling us a fair bit of their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After hearing their tales of how youngsters should take good care of the eldery, there was no doubt that this old couple had been neglected by their kids. I could sense that they were lonely folks that wished someone will be there to listen to their thoughts and opinion when it really matters. After they finished their meal, we bade them farewell as the old couple trodded off slowly with some new year festive goodies in their hands. With Singapore having an ageing population, will this be a serious social problem in the near future? Maybe this chinese new year will be a good time to show care and concern to our elder folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that surprising encounter with the old couple, Zhijian and me decided to pit our skills at the pool table. We ended up at snookerium , which was actually a pool/ arcade centre occupying the space of an old cinema theatre. The pool table was located at the highest point of the premises (probably the back row area of the old theatre) and we had to climb a flight of stairs before reaching the table. There was this old looking sign which caught my attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/16-01-06_2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/16-01-06_2052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it just me or is the message ironic? The words "Locked" and "open" seem to contradict each other. I guess the intention is to keep the door open at all times? But....hmm.... but the door was closed and locked when I took this snap shot.  So which is which? *Puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ended the game and made our way back to the hostel, I couldn't help but to take this snapshot. The chinese new year decorations were up in a near by wet market. Ooo... even though it's in a dingy corner of the wet market, and the decor is simple, the decor certainly livens up the mood in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/16-01-06_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/16-01-06_2127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like chinese new year is around the corner! Bring on the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ang Pows&lt;/span&gt;".  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113782558497057367?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113782558497057367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113782558497057367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113782558497057367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113782558497057367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/encounters-of-clementi-kind.html' title='Encounters of the Clementi kind'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113756663831946018</id><published>2006-01-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:58:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd vs Man City show down at Oyster Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Been too busy to do a proper write up, so here are some pictures for you! The highlight was the derby match between Manchester Utd and Manchester City! Many fans were rooting for a strong confident victory for Man Utd against their less fanciful and pathetic rivals. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO RED DEVILS!!&lt;/span&gt; It's time for the boys in blue (Man City) to pack their bags home!! The location of the show down was at Caesar's Pub, Wine and Oyster Bar at Liang Seah Street (Opposite Bugis Junction). On a side note, Zhijian and Ka Weng got to meet each other for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kick Off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's TIGER TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ABSTRACT ART&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what this picture is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too drunk when the photo was taken. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah... I know this photo is a repeat picture.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the final score was Man City 3 - 1 Man Utd. &lt;br /&gt;Shucks....  Disappointed with the crap result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-01-06_2255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Funky Police Car parked outside Bugis Junction&lt;br /&gt;(Note its parked on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOUBLE YELLOW LINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen such a police car during my national service stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next saturday will be time for another Big Match! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Red Devils &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will meet up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Liverpool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's see the English Premiership Titans fight it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-01-06_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113756663831946018?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113756663831946018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113756663831946018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113756663831946018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113756663831946018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-utd-vs-man-city-show-down-at.html' title='Man Utd vs Man City show down at Oyster Bar'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113750237735418589</id><published>2006-01-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:02:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seiyu Charity Bazaar at NTU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:300%;"  &gt;S-A-L-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How many Singaporeans can resist this word?&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he shopping bug had struck again! This time, students and staff from NTU had the shopping centre brought to their door step. Shopping after lectures amidst the hustle and bustle of NTU's campus life to add rejuvenated excitement to the new semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In conjuction with union week, the Student Union had brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Seiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; departmental store to the university. The Japanese departmental store brought in a huge variety of items ranging from swim wear to fashion apparels. The 3 days event was located at the heart of the campus, the Nanyang Auditorium. Waves of people went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Seiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Charity Bazaar to check out the latest bargains. True to its word, the sale was definitely catered to students as many items were going below the normal prices found in external &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Seiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/12-01-06_1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/12-01-06_1434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Branded apparels for sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/12-01-06_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/12-01-06_1440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look what I bought at the sale. A Kappa Sling bag at a bargian price! Guess the price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-01-06_2020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-01-06_2020.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-01-06_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-01-06_2022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the Kappa metal tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-01-06_2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-01-06_2021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheap right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;HoHo! Kappa rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many students left the bazaar with huge shopping bags after a crazy spree. Both male and female students agreed that the sale was definitely an event which allowed them to do their Chinese New Year shopping. Not surprisingly, the female students splurged the most cash on their new clothes and apparel after their latest session of "retail therapy". In fact, the NTU tribune reported that Lingerie was the biggest item sales during the bazaar. It does seem that sexy lingerie does bring it big dollars afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday should be this colourful at university. Looks like the new wave of vibrant culture in breeding within campus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113750237735418589?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113750237735418589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113750237735418589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113750237735418589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113750237735418589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/seiyu-charity-bazaar-at-ntu.html' title='Seiyu Charity Bazaar at NTU'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113706084632908209</id><published>2006-01-12T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:05:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorola Black Carnival Invites !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey people! I've got exclusive passes to the&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:300%;"&gt;Motorola Black Carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an extract of what is printed on the pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;You are cordially invited to an evening when individualism is King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Experience a mystical night of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; fashion at its best.&lt;br /&gt;Explore the metamorphosis of a girl to a woman through&lt;br /&gt;Hansel, Nicholas, Mizu and Baylene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Date: 21 Jan 2006 (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: DXO (Esplanade- Colours by the Bay). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Doors open at 8pm and the show commences at 8.30 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;This carnival is by invite only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Let me know ASAP if you're interested. I've got 4 passes in total. I'll try to get additional passes for you if you are interested (No guarantee to get more passes though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Motorola-Black.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/Motorola-Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to NTU friends, the passes are available at the Motorola booth beside canteen A (Podium area outside OCBC Bank). Let me know if you have got tickets too. Then we can all party together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, you can get to the Motorola Black Carnival website by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.motorolablackcarnival.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113706084632908209?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113706084632908209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113706084632908209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113706084632908209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113706084632908209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/motorola-black-carnival-invites.html' title='Motorola Black Carnival Invites !!!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113689485221069991</id><published>2006-01-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:37:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you have not noticed, I've adopted a new friendly pet. I hereby name her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's hanging on the side bar.  Scroll down and check her out. It's feeding time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gravitywell.com/docs/store_images/eotd/preview/eotd_black_widow_001_back.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113689485221069991?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113689485221069991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113689485221069991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113689485221069991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113689485221069991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/pet-adoption.html' title='Pet Adoption'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113687488060276460</id><published>2006-01-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:52:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More rainy day woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hostel premises has been drenched down due to the continuous rain and I'm stranded indoors on a public holiday. Everywhere is liquidfied. *Sheeh*  More rainy woes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1130.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1130.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1107.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1113.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1113.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1116.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1128.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's only one word to describe the surrondings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W E T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come to think of it, it is not so bad afterall. I have an excellent window view of the softball pitch from my room and I have a grand stand view of every softball tournament that takes place during the inter hall games. People are still playing softball even though its pouring outside. Lots of cheering and screaming are going on. The only thing missing are the cheer leaders shaking their pom poms. Seems like not even the wet weather is enough to dampen the spirit of the games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1132.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1132.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN1133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN1133.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 of rain and counting. I hate being cooped indoors....  Maybe I should join in the wet games too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113687488060276460?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113687488060276460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113687488060276460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113687488060276460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113687488060276460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-rainy-day-woes.html' title='More rainy day woes'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113683174898269566</id><published>2006-01-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:49:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away, come again another day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fabricattic.com/rainy%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fabricattic.com/rainy%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a Split Splat Splosh ...... and before I knew it..... *BOOM* thunder....*FLASH* Lightning streaks and then..... Torrential rain!!! The day after tomorrow had arrived....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past 3 days, the skies have been pouring, pouring, pouring and pouring. Thunderstorms have ravaged our island and "typhoons" were a common sight. Not surprisingly, many people were cooped indoors over the weekend. Ask anyone in Singapore and they will tell you the weather was wet and gusty winds brought our tropical typical 33 degrees celcius temperature to around 22 degrees celcius. What a drastic drop. Gusts hit against the glass panels causing them to shake violently and water levels flooded the drains causing water to slush out from the roads.. That is definitely NOT an exaggeration. I think the last time man experienced such a ridiculously heavy downfall was from story where GOD called Noah to build the titanic but the ship hitted an ice berg.... oh darn... i think i mixed the stories up! ... Anyway, I think the ship(ark) was suppose to hold lots of animals or something. Blah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With many activities limited, window watching is one of the favourite activity for many. If you to looked outside, you may have seen the following "disasters" occuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Event #1 - Wheel drops loose from a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How unlucky can any driver get? Apparently, this dude was driving out of the carpark when his car wheel just came off!!! Amazing right? The chances of that happening is smaller than striking 1st prize for Toto. I think this guy waited for the rain to simmer down before leaving. See the photos below, this incident happened at carpark at my home. If you see really carefully, the car is jacked up at the left back where the wheel was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Time: 1.30 am ,&lt;br /&gt;8 Jan 06 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-01-06_2328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-01-06_2328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;They were lucky when it was only &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;drizzling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;when the tow truck came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-01-06_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-01-06_2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;The wheel is clearly missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;2:15 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/07-01-06_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/07-01-06_2329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;The mechanic managed to fix&lt;br /&gt;the wheel eventhough the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;started to get a heavier soon after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can anyone see the car plate number? Take note of it and buy 4-D!! Don't forget me if the number strikes first prize! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Event #2- The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;guai lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;* hawker at the 179 bus stop kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guai lan* - Dialect for attitude problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you happen to stay near the 179 kopitiam, you may have seen 2 guys waiting at a table for almost 40 minutes without any food. Yup! That's me and my room mate (Zhijian), we braved the down pour to eat there, hoping that a change in food variety will do us good. Actually we ate our food already, but feeling hungry, I decided to order fishball soup to suppliment my main meal. The conversation hence took place while I was ordering my food;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: "Uncle, "yi wan yu yuan tang"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: *No reply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thinking that he probably did not hear me from the surrounding noise and hustle, I repeated my order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:"Uncle, wo yao yi wan yu yuan tang"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: "Huh? Le ai simi??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Wanting to make sure he did not give me the fishball NOODLES instead of just the fishballs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: "Yu yuan tang" *saying slowly this time round*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: *continues to cook without replying or acknowledging my order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: "Yu yuan tang... Bu yao mian.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;*He gave me an attitude face and snaps back rudely* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hawker: "Yu yuan jiu si yu yuan tang lor....na li you mian de!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (-.-") ... "Wo zuo zai na li"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hawker: *Giving me the pissed look* OK LAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT THE ....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I PLACED A SIMPLE ORDER, AND APPARENTLY HE DID NOT HEAR MY ORDER PROPERLY. INSTEAD, HE SNAPPED BACK AT ME WITH A RUDE TONE. WHAT KIND OF SERVICE IS THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 10 minutes, nothing came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 20 minutes, still nothing.... we were getting impatient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 30 minutes, we noticed that the customers who came later had their orders served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 40 minutes, we signalled stall assistant and she ask me whether I had placed an order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT THE....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The stall holder refused to take my order without telling me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a huff, we left the kopitiam bemoaning the poor service. In order for me to "honour" this stall owner, I took the signboard from his stall. I wanted to take his face down, but as the crowd was increasing, I did not have a chance to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NOTE TO ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;(Especially NTU students staying in hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boycott this stall from the 179 bus stop kopitiam (See photo below). This stall also sells "Ba chor mee" or mince pork noodles. The service sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*Picture is small due to the zoom from my camera phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/06-01-06_2253.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/06-01-06_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Event #3 - Freezing laboratory environment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Even though the school term has started, I still have to go down to the laboratory to do my Final Year Project. Since the project involved Silicon wafers, I had to work within the clean room to do my metrology and processing. The clean room is a place where there is almost no microscopic dust in the environment. This is to ensure that all wafers are not contaminated. In order to enter the room, all personnel are required to don on the "bunny suit" prior entering the clean room and have an air bath. The following photos show how the bunny suit is worn. Note that my hair stands up due to the difference in air pressure in the laboratory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Clean%20room%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Clean%20room%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1- Wear the anti static smock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Clean%20room%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Clean%20room%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 2- Wear the surgical mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Clean%20room%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Clean%20room%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 3 and 4 - Wear the shower cap and put on the gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Clean%20room%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Clean%20room%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 6- Safety googles in check and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a irrelevant note, I think I look better in the white bunny suit. So here are more photos taken from another laboratory clean room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/clean%20room%20a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/clean%20room%20a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/clean%20room%20b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Air bath in progress. See those nozzles behind?&lt;br /&gt;They blow out forced air to remove dirt and contamination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/06-01-06_1318.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's freakin' cold in the clean room&lt;br /&gt;Temp: 10.5 degrees celcius&lt;br /&gt;Relative Humidity: 39 percent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining cats and dogs outside when I enter the laboratory. Not surprisingly, I enter the clean room semi- drenched. Freezingly cold!!!!!! Wafer handling gets increasingly tough when you can barely feel your fingers! Brrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/18-08-05_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/18-08-05_1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 inch wafers with a reflection of my phone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/14-09-05_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/14-09-05_1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo resist spin coat machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/15-12-05_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/15-12-05_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo lithography mask used for patterning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/clean%20room%20c.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/clean%20room%20c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a dreamy state&lt;br /&gt;due to the cold temperature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/clean%20room%20f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/clean%20room%20f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Patterned wafer under&lt;br /&gt;white light interferometer microscope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/clean%20room%20e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/clean%20room%20e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Micro structure patterns on the wafer&lt;br /&gt;shown on the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;A box of wafers can be seen on the lower left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOTE TO SELF&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AVOID ENTERING THE CLEAN ROOM ON RAINY DAYS. THE WAFERS ARE ICY COLD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event #4- Exercise Northstar V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you have watched from the news, Singapore recently held it's largest scale anti terror drill over the weekend (when it was still pouring heavily outside). Despite the heavy rain, the surprise drill proceeded. Look at this screen shot where the fire engine was driving through the torrential rain around 6.30 am on Sunday morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/northstar%20fire%20engine.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/northstar%20fire%20engine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, here is an except from the channelnewsasia website regarding the anti terror drill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;**Singapore held a large-scale surprise civil emergency exercise codenamed Exercise NorthStar V. The exercise lasted from 6.30 am to 9.30 am. The exercise was conducted at the Dhoby Ghaut, Toa Payoh, Raffles Place, Marina Bay train stations and the Toa Payoh Bus Interchange. There were however a total of 13 stations closed throughout the exercise. The affected stations were Toa Payon, Novena and Orchard stations, among others.&lt;/span&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/SPAN&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can watch the news video on this exercise from channelnewsasia by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/northstar/vod.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;Rain or shine, Anti terror measures will still be implemented to keep a high standard of vigilance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19613029-113683174898269566?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113683174898269566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113683174898269566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113683174898269566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113683174898269566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/rainy-day-woes.html' title='Rainy Day Woes'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113646210930891890</id><published>2006-01-05T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:40:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine dining with FYP friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meet my Final Year Project (FYP) friends. This photo was taken at the 2005 year end gathering at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.restaurantsweb.com/restaurants/streeters/images/logo.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.restaurantsweb.com/restaurants/streeters/images/logo.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streeters Restaurant and Wine Bar, a Spanish restaurant in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;35 Keong Saik Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This bistro is very fine place with an elegant ambience to put you into a fine dining mood. The food was definitely a culinary treat and it serves dishes that are normally unheard of. It has wine tasting events on certain days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the restaurant has an extensive menu consisting of more than 60 items, it also pride itself of serving one of the best Paella's in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Feel free to try the baby squid in ink sphagetti. Alicia (See the photo below) highly recommended it to the rest, but most of us squinched at the sight of it. The taste was too bad afterall. It had a very strong squidy taste that stayed in your mouth after swallowing. Do be careful not to stain your lips with the squid ink, it's a pain to remove it once it stains. We also tried all kinds of food, like spanish potato pastry with egg, calamari, 3 different types of tapas, an expensive sounding bottle of spanish alcohol with mixed fruits, spanish brownie, special spanish ice cream and many other kinds of food with exotic names which I cannot recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I recall correctly, there were more than 10 dishes ordered. The dinner bill which amassed to $440++ was settled, courtesy of the BIG BOSS, our supervisor Ast/P David Lee Butler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Thank you very much sir for the generous treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the happy faces after the exquisite dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/fyp%202005%20meetup.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/fyp%202005%20meetup.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back row &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chicks &lt;/span&gt;(L to R): Claris, Linda, Mariko(bending down), Min Hui (behind mariko), Eulyadra (in red), Alicia (behind Eulyandra), Jessica, Sha Kee, Wendy (with blue hair), American girl (I forgot her name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front row &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hunks&lt;/span&gt; (L to R): Michael, myself, Prof David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing from photo: The wife (Prof David's wife) who was the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113646210930891890?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113646210930891890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113646210930891890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113646210930891890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113646210930891890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/fine-dining-with-fyp-friends.html' title='Fine dining with FYP friends'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113629381215938793</id><published>2006-01-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:10:12.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet your Ah Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have you ever read about Darwin's evolution theory? Essentially, it states that we, humans are the evolutionary descendants of apes. Theorectically speaking, let me present to you a picture of our common great great great great .....(to infinity) grand ancestor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say hello to your great great great grand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ah-kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/king_kong_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/king_kong_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, he thought that frowning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes him look macho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given his very good looks, he was scouted by Peter Jackson to star in the latest blockbuster, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;. It seems that he does have some acting blood in him afterall! Haha. Jokes aside, this film deinitely lives up to the hype! The 3 hour epic is filled with action, humour, a tinge of romance, and raw beastly emotions. Go watch it if you haven't caught it yet. It should still be showing in the big screen. I am not going to mention anything about the movie plot for that matter.  In honour of my favourite titan gorilla, I've decided to give you readers a bonus! The video section at the side bar has been updated. Scroll down and enjoy the spoof to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; is everything a machoistic testorone filled male should be. He is physically strong, mighty, worshipped by people, egoistic, powerful and filled with pure machoistic andreneline. Yet, he is gentle on the inside, aggressively protective towards the female gender, and fights for what he  strongly believes in even if it means placing his life in danger. Have you ever seen King Kong sob for mummy or crying over his battle wounds? He is what I rate as a super duper ultra Alpha Male. 101% pure grade testorone in action! Gals who have watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; think he is funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/girl%20love%20kong.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/400/girl%20love%20kong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to support my stand that girls go "Ga Ga" over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;, you have to check this out. It seems that the Japanese never run out of funny ideas. I stumbled upon this Japanese, bubblegum genre music video titled "King Kong". It's silly in a funny kind of way. Irritatingly addictive to listen to. Click &lt;a href="http://file.yashi.com/1/movie/204228.wmv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the music video.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113629381215938793?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113629381215938793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113629381215938793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113629381215938793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113629381215938793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/meet-your-ah-kong.html' title='Meet your Ah Kong'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113619521110891431</id><published>2006-01-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:48:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/2006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/2006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wishing everyone a fantastic 2006!&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the &lt;em&gt;happy moments&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/fireworks.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113619521110891431?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113619521110891431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113619521110891431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113619521110891431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113619521110891431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113618720984088973</id><published>2005-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:34:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Story for 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; year end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;celebration on 29 Dec 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Post dated entry for 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Dinner fun @ Pepper Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Red Indians @ Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;E-Max @ Cineleisure L9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alley Way Pub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Outing%2029%20Dec%2005%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Good Bye &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt; 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113618720984088973?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113618720984088973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113618720984088973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113618720984088973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113618720984088973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-story-for-2005.html' title='Photo Story for 2005'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113587161828127511</id><published>2005-12-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:02:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timetable for my final semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For your convenience, there is a copy of my registered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;timetable&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my final year, final semester&lt;/span&gt; in NTU.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Click to enlarge the thumbnail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/my%20sem2%20timetable.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/my%20sem2%20timetable.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rock on and clear the very last hurdle! Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113587161828127511?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113587161828127511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113587161828127511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113587161828127511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113587161828127511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/timetable-for-my-final-semester.html' title='Timetable for my final semester'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113584474980009188</id><published>2005-12-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:53:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoots about hooters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Christmas time is the season for giving, the period to foster better friendship and to have good time. This X'mas was indeed something different from past years. My bro, Ka Weng introduced me to this magnificent bistro on my birthday (on christmas) where my senses were tingled. No... I'm not referring to my smell and taste buds. I am mentioning the sense of sight. This American themed restaurant is located along Clarke Quay and has a strong superficial appeal to both genders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hooters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Restaurant is one place you will not forget once you dine in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20003.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ka Weng and myself chilling at Hooters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;For a change, Hooters gives the consumer a new perspective of dining. The food was definitely not the only thing that was sizzling. What made it different from the rest were the waitresses, better known as the “Hooters girls”. Hooters uses the old adage that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;SEX SELLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;. It always does. Desires of the flesh are something that not many can turn away from. The waitresses were sizzling sexy and they were dressed in tight tops and cute little short orange shorts. It seems that only ladies with sizable assets qualified to become hooters girls as all the waitresses had very nice curves and with substantial cleavages.  There was little denying that placing a dinner order was quite distracting and challenging (in a positive way) as I had difficulty concentrating on the menu. ( The service attitude was also fantastic. The staff greeted customers with mega watt smiles which gave people a sense of welcoming. The majority of the hooters girls were foreigners and it gave the place an exotic ambience.  The subtle touches of good service mixed in a fusion of desires of the flesh made the dine-in experience an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;uplifting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Pun intended.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;The overall presentation was such that there was never any sleaziness in that place. It seemed more like a lively and fun place to hang out. One side observation about the place was that there was an equal ratio of male to female customers. Hence, it definitely appeals to everyone. I even noticed some families with kids dining in there! I’m not providing any of the girl’s photos here. Go down and have a look yourself if you are interested to see. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;The main highlight was definitely not the food, although the food was pretty tasty. It will definitely be a cool place to bring your next date there. The décor was definitely unique where there are high stools for you to sit on (just like those in the pub- See the background of the picture above). Even the toilets were funky. Scroll down and check the pixs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ka Weng trying hard not to get distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20006%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20006%20edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the menu- Did I see it correctly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;The price is $888.88 for their oysters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why I'm looking at the&lt;br /&gt;set lunches when we were having dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our food in full splendour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures of the toilet. Seems like a FHM galore to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/Hooters%20Xmas%2025%20Dec%2005%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet with an 'artistic' touch to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;If you are interested to get down there, pop me a call. I'll bring you there personally if you promise to treat me. LOL. It'll definitely be an eye opener for a dine-in experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Side note-&lt;br /&gt;Ka Weng, Thanks for the birthday treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113584474980009188?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113584474980009188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113584474980009188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113584474980009188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113584474980009188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/hoots-about-hooters_29.html' title='Hoots about hooters'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113573898723113568</id><published>2005-12-28T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:08:14.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian tsunami- Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollandsentinel.com/images/010105/THAILANDQUAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hollandsentinel.com/images/010105/THAILANDQUAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a year since the destructive Tsunami wrecked havoc throughout Asia. Many newspapers have reported that rebuilding of the coastal struck areas are well under way and tourism is slowly getting back on track. However, there are some things in life which can never be reconstructed. Families have been wrecked, friends have been lost and bodies of victims were never recovered. Too often in life, we take many things for granted. Disasters are only sad stories read off the news if they do not happen to you. However, when they fall upon us at the most unfortunate moment, it becomes a horrific tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can you imagine your life today if you were affected by the Tsunami? This time last year, I was down in Thailand for a holiday trip. Initially, I planned to go to Phuket (one of the worst struck disaster areas). Fortunately, some persuasion made me change my mind. Furthermore, the plane tickets were fully booked by then. Hence I ended up in Bangkok and manged to return to Singapore in one piece. Lady luck must have been on my side! If I had gone to Phuket, I would have been dead and my name could have been inscribed as one of the death toll list during the tsunami memorial. I saw the memorial service on television, it was indeed a sad and sombre event where people paid their respects to the victims.&lt;/span&gt; Here are some pictures of the memorial service taken off the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/phuket%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dharmavijaya.org/tsunami/gallery/49th%20Day/49%20D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/phuket%203.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/phuket%20memorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/phuket%20names.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, when things don't go your way, look on the bright side. It may be a blessing in disguise. There is always a silver lining in every cloud. The massive tsunami was indeed a wrath of nature and many people were killed. But it serves as a wake up call that disaster warnings can be signalled early to reduce the casualties. Humans will always be at the mercy of nature. We cannot predict the future and we cannot change the past. The only thing you can change is today. I was watching the movie "Vertical Limit" on channel 5 over the weekend when I came upon this phrase.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All men eventually die, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it is what &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before death &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that really matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy your festive season and have a jolly christmas day with your family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jingle bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jingle all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people have fun at the countdown parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to my birthday (Christmas Day!)  =D  Hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113536388992015546?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113536388992015546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113536388992015546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113536388992015546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113536388992015546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113536258353704912</id><published>2005-12-23T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:43:43.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure @ JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pre-entry note-&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are no photos are available for this entry. I did not have my digi-cam or my camera phone with me at the point of the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, Zhijian and I headed down to Johor Bahru (Malaysia) for a short trip making good use of the very short term break. This is my first trip to JB is a decade. I have not been there since I was a kid. The last destination I went to was in Bangkok, Thailand. I was kind of excited and in the mood for some good bargain hunting once I got to Malaysia. We headed from Kranji MRT and took bus CW1 (It's a malaysian service) to the causeway. We paid like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SGD$0.80&lt;/span&gt; each for the bus fare which will bring us all the way into Malaysia. Woo ... Cheap. When the bus arrived, it was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bright funky yellow&lt;/span&gt;. Nice... I like! At least it looks better than the TIBS yellow buses. The ticket to us was in paper form. A PAPER BUS TICKET! SO COOL! (You have to keep your ticket or else you have to repay the bus fare once u reboard the service from the customs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"When was the last time I ever held a paper bus ticket? Ever since that magnetic bus card to the current ez-link tap card, many singaporeans have done away with paper tickets. Fares are all deducted electronically nowdays." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time I touched a paper ticket was like a decade ago. Kind of brought back a sense of nostalgia. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall not digress. The bus stopped at the Singapore custom check point and we waited for our turn. The queue was like freaking long despite it being a weekday. Hence, we waited for approximately 15 minutes before it was our turn. I found the Singapore check point really nice, since it was air conditioned and the queue seemed to be clearing pretty quick. Once we cleared the singapore checkpoint, we had to go down to take the same bus service (CW1) to the Malaysian checkpoint. The bus service was pretty prompt and had to show the conductor out tickets to board the service again. As the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;bright funky yellow&lt;/span&gt; bus moved along the causeway, I noticed the notorious traffic jam. Disgustingly packed. I made a comment to Zhijian that the delivery drivers who shuttle to and fro everyday on the causeway must be incredibly patient to be trapped in the jam day in day out. I swear I never want a job like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhijian replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bo bian, they all have no choice. What else can they do besides waiting? It's part of their job. They have a family to feed back home. At least they can listen to the radio. Still not so bad being stuck in the jam."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom. No wonder I call him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Master Tien"&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the bus lane was pretty fast moving as we zoomed past the stranded cars and lorries which were miserably stuck in the mid day jam. Soon after we alighted at the Malaysian checkpoint, we had slight difficulty looking for the immigration card which all visitors must fill up. The customs was in a slight mess with throngs of people walking around. So CROWDED. After a slight search, we finally found that the immigration card was stashed in some corner of a counter with no indication that visitors are suppose to collect the cards from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTE TO MALAYSIAN CUSTOMS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please put a clear sign to infom all visitors to collect the immigration card at a particular spot. I'm sure many first time visitors (like me) will appreciate it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily Zhijian told me I must get the card, if not I will queue up in vain. This time round, the wait to get the passport cleared was much longer than the previous one. We had to wait for almost 45 minutes to get our travel documents cleared. In the process of waiting, I made some interesting observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The customs officers looked extremely bored as they stamped the passports. Can't really blame them though, as their job seem relatively monotonous and repititious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The place had no air con, there were huge dirty fans circulating the air. Do not take deep breaths of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The traffic outside was congested. Surprisingly, I never heard any horns blaring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavy traffic outside = poluted air inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a category of people whom I define as queue hoppers. They pounce regulary onto other queues that looks shorter only to realise that the queue only looks shorter as the clearance counter is further deeper in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always bring a pen with you to fill the card. I didn't notice any free pens around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill the card while queuing and not before you queue. This saves lots of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring a MP3 player / PSP/ handphone (with games) along. It will keep u occupied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be alert. Keep a lookout of "queue hoppers" who will suddenly cut your queue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring a bottle of water. I did not see any water coolers around in case u get thirsty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the toilet before you enter the causeway checkpoint. You wouldn't want to leave the queue once you are in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't touch the windows. There is a thick layer of dust on it. (I accidentally touched it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long wait, it was approximately mid-day. We got out of the immigration building and I saw a entirely different world. Johor is slightly run down and the roads and pavement seemed to be quite a challenge to walk on. Buildings were quite grey and looked like it was constructed during the 1980s era. Despite the condition of the place, I enjoyed the experience. It seemed such a long time ago since I walked on a super spacious pavement. I think 5 people could have walked together in a horizontal row and there will still be space left. I kid you not. The pavements in Singapore are pretty narrow. I simply loved the S P A C E !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short walk led us to our 1st desination. City Square shopping mall. We had to cross an overhead bridge to get into the shopping complex. Unfortunately, there was NO ESCALATOR. *Sigh* It was the traditional bridge where we had to climb the staircase that will lead us up. Once we got up the overhead bridge, the first thing that caught my attention was a .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATED CD SHOP! The variety of software was incredibly huge The CDs ranged from the latest movie DVD, VCD to various computer software and games. I saw "King Kong" and the "Narnia" on sale too! Only 3 Ringgit! SO CHEAP! Although I was tempted to buy, I remembered that I was suppose to be a better man. Hence, no purchase took place. Besides, piracy hurts the industry and it is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Karma : +500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We entered City Square shopping mall soon after. The place was huge and the place looked like a cool shopping complex. It was SPACIOUS and had many retail outlets with international brands. There was not much of a christmas mood though. Only a few shops had decorations and had christmas tunes playing. I guess people from JB don't celebrate christmas. We walked on and feeling really hungry, we decided to settle our lunch at "Secret Recipe". The decision was made to eat there because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The restaurant had posters all over showing it was the most promising brand, best food outlet, best whatever whatever.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The place was quite cheap. (by singapore standards)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was ample seating available.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Once we settled down, Zhijian settled for black pepper chicken and Ice cream while I  settled for Mushroom sauce chicken and their highly recommend "Marble Cheese Cake" (which was very highly rated by them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that we had to pay for PLAIN WATER. Surprising isn't it? If i recalled correctly, it cost RM50 cents for a glass. I always thought plain water was free. The food came soon after and there was a slight twist to what I had expected. It was served as chicken chop with some salad and some purple colour rice. The rice had some black pepper on it and it tasted.... Eugh... The chicken was nice though. When we signalled for our desert, the most unexpected thing happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BLACK OUT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great! There was a lot of commotion. It wasn't entirely dark as there were still a few lights on  the ceiling but the place was difinitely dim. The entire basement was shut off from power supply. It was later discovered that other retail outlets on the other levels were also cut off. There was some excitement in it. The waiters and waitresses gathered at the counter and started chatting among themselves. For 10 minutes, I enjoyed the commotion, until I waited and waited and waited for 30 minutes plus for my desert to arrive. After multiple request from the waiter/waitresses, I was told that they have yet to place my marble cheese cake order as the computer system was down. WHAT? Surely they can serve me my cheese cake while they fix the computer right? *Sigh* The irony of technology. People have becomed so dependent on it such that when a power cut off occurs, EVERYTHING comes to a stand still. Zhijian was fortunate, his ice cream was served promptly after some beckoning. Another 15 minutes passed and I saw many new customers leaving as they could not dine in due to the black out. After a whopping 45 minutes wait, I beckoned the waiter and told him I wanted to cancel my order. Guess what? VOILA! The Cheese Cake came immediately, even though the power was still down. Funny right? Surely I can expect a more decent standard of service from a outlet which is so highly acclaimed?  Power came back  within  an hour after the blackout and we promptly left the place upon payment which set us back about RM $20 each. Really cheap for a dine in at a bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the final verdict for secret recipie-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.5 out of 5 stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food and the service should have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, a little shopping was done. Things are generally cheap but when it came to international brands like Nike and Adidas, the price was similar to Singapore. There was barely any price difference. For good bargains in the shopping centre, head down to the smaller retail shops. They can offer you some discount. One shop which caught my eye was this budget retail outlet called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THE REJECT SHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So weird. I mean, the name is unique and it is cool to have a budget boutique around, but the name does sound quite negative overall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another observation was that the Bridal boutiques and Spas there are so nice! The shops were like palaces only fit for royalty to enter. It was definitely fantastically well decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which caught my eye was the pricing and the menu at MacDonalds. The meals there are so cheap! It costs around RM$6.75 for a fillet of fish meal. That works out to be around SGD$3.06. There was also some offer from 3-6 pm where certain food/drink combination will cost you only RM$3. Apart from the pricing, I noticed that they actually sell &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;RIBENA&lt;/span&gt; there. How come we don't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;RIBENA&lt;/span&gt; in singapore too? It's the blackcurrent drink you used to drink from young, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE TO MACDONALDS SINGAPORE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We want &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIBENA&lt;/span&gt; too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS- It's pronouced as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;RIE - BEE - NAH&lt;/span&gt; and not  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;REE - BEE - NAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was also something which I loved. It was some kind of promotional sundae served with jelly and fruits. It was called Triple Jelly Trio or something like that. The bottom 1/3 of the cup is filled with blue jelly, the middle part is filled with your normal sundae ice cream and the top 1/3 is served with tropical Jelly and fruits. So unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhijian ordered ice lemon tea and he commented that it was too sweet. I also thought my sundae was too sweet to my liking. Maybe Malaysians like their food sweeter to give it a stronger flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that the food was too sweet, we decided to go to the restroom to rinse out the sweetness. To my surprise, we had to PAY for the toilet. RM$0.50 cents per entry! That's expensive for toilet usage. I never had to pay for public toilets in singapore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination after city square was Holiday Inn Plaza. Apparently, the only way we knew to get there was by taxi. Since there are no meters inside the taxi, we had to bargain the fare before getting on. The trip there was RM$7 which was quite a good bargain for a 15 minute trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, the place was slightly run down and it looked a little like queensways shopping centre except that it was more spacious. The place was INFESTED with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;PIRATED CD SHOPS&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you, piracy is really rampant. Every level had at least 10 shops selling pirated CDs. I had a hard time trying to prevent myself from buying any illegal CDs given all the soliciting. Again, I didn't buy any CD/DVD from those shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Karma: + another 500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variety of boutiques and hair dressing saloons were vast. The clothes were much nicer and classier. However, the pricing of the clothes were not far off from the prices from City Square shopping complex. The service at the boutiques were fantastic as the sales people smiled and helped you with your shopping. They never stalked you and gave you ample space to look around , but were always there to offer assistance when needed. Special tribute to this retail shop by the corner which sells only guys clothes. The decor of this shop was really well done and they were playing to the tunes of Lin Junjie. The lighting was warm and the ambience was very soothing. This was totally unexpected from a shop in this area. There were 3 pretty sales girls who were really polite and nice. I vouch that one of the sales girls look a little like a combination of fann wong and fiona xie. VERY PRETTY! Haha, but let's not digress. The range of clothes were huge, nothing which one can find in other shops. The designs were unique and classy. Unfortunately, the clothes were quite pricey and was out of my budget (The average price was RM$89.90). The service level was good but since I do not know the shop name, I shall call it the $89.90 shop. I think they deserve an award for excellent customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well done to the girls from the $89.90 shop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time we were done, it was evening time and tummies were starving. The initial plan was to go down to Perling and eat at this famous seafood restaurant called Orang Asli (as recommended by Jessica) but there was a change of plans. The taxi driver told us the cab fare was going to be expensive as he had to drive to mud paths and pass by jungles to get us there. Our reaction to this was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mud Paths? Jungle? (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. So Perling was definitely out. It was too far and I didn't quite trust that the driver will not dump us at some remote area in Malaysia. Hence, we went to this place called Sri Taman Tebrau. Apparently, Zhijian went there to eat before and he told me the food there was also quite delicious. We took the cab there and did some exploring by foot. The place seem to be a high end residential estate as we saw big cars and big houses around the vicinity. There were also hair saloons there, but the prices were almost triple of the prices we saw at Holiday Inn Plaza. The shops there seem to be catered to the rich as they were mainly posh retail shops. After 30 minutes of walking, we went back to the hawker centre to see the variety of food. GOSH! The food variety was huge! Seafood was caught fresh from the tanks displayed outside the food stalls. After some scouting, we sat down and order roasted pigeon, sting ray and beggar chicken. The sting ray was good, but nothing special. However, the roasted pigeon was definitely something to mention. The wings were kind of tiny, which made it difficult to bite into the meat without sinking your teeth into the bones. The meat was lean and there were no fats found. The meat was definitely 100% lean muscle, very elastic. The beggar chicken was another highlight. It was baked in aluminium foil which was covered with clay. The chicken had herbs in it and the meat was cooked to perfection. The taste was definitely premium, You have to try it the next time you go to JB. It seems that the roasted pigeon and the beggar chicken are local delicacies. After gorging to a sumptious dinner which made us very full, the price was a pleasant number too. It only cost RM$50, which brings to about SGD$11.36 (per person) for that meal. Fantastically cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdict- 4.5 out of 5 stars (Excellent food at an excellent price)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take another walk after that heavy meal and do a little more exploration. After a few enquries about road directions, we decided to walk back as some dude told us it will only be a "short" walk back. Apparently, the "short" walk took us 40 minutes to get back to city square shopping mall. We had to brave walking on busy roads without pavements and walk on uneven cement walkways. On certain occasions, we had to dash across the wide roads as there were no pedestrain crossings and traffic lights. We came across a map which proved to be entirely useless and the only signs we could look out for were the "fertility clinic" which we passed during the taxi ride and road signs which said "SINGAPURA". Fortunately, we were never really lost throughout our journey. (Guys have excellent sense of directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things were smooth sailing once we arrived at city square. Zhijian bought a bag from the pregnant sales girl shop at a bargain and we discovered that the cinema theatre prices were very cheap. Every Tuesday will be movie day and all tickets will sell for RM$6. Every Wednesday will be ladies night and the ladies will be entitled to enter at super low prices. We were surprised that the theatre was showing movies like "King Kong" at timings like 1.30am on a weekday. We departed off to Singapore soon after as we were totally burnt from that long and danger striken walk back. It was  no surprise again when we reached the customs check point. The queues were long, the waiting time was terrible. This time round, the buses back to Singapore took ridiculously long to arrive. We waited almost 20 minutes for SBS service 160 to arrive but in the end decided to take SBS service 170 as it seemed like the only bus service to continuously arrive every 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once we were back in Singapore, I couldn't wait to get back home. The trip was eventful and fun filled. I was drained by then from the entire day's events. Johor is indeed a bargain hunting paradise, but I really learnt to appreciate things like the clean roads, nice bus stops and the ever- reliable MRT train service.  Too often in life, we take things around us for granted. That night, the train ride back home seemed to feel special as I started to appreciate the everyday things I have here, in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113536258353704912?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113536258353704912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113536258353704912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113536258353704912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113536258353704912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/adventure-jb_113536258353704912.html' title='Adventure @ JB'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113515762818890279</id><published>2005-12-21T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:33:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release of NTU examination results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a greuling semester and a very long exam period. I finally got a chance for a refresher during the post exam recess. I kid you not when I say that many final year students were almost burnt out by the end of the examination. Time really flies and before I realised it, the examination results were out. I never looked forward to checking my results (even when the exams were smooth sailing) as it often signalled that the end of the term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded feeling came when I received a sms from Edwina on one fine day which said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;RESULTS R OUT.&lt;br /&gt;DO CHECK IT OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh-oh. D-day had finally arrived. Hence, I logged into the NTU student link to view my results. The first thing I noticed was that the results gives a better standing on how well a student has faired. Past grades ranged from A,B,C,D,E,F but this time round, the grades reflected were in the form of A+,A,A-,B+,B,B-  and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Special thanks to Jer who helped me study smart&lt;br /&gt;by making brief and concise notes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw my grades. This was the best set of grades I've obtained since my tertiary education. Lucky me! I survived every single module and they were pretty well done. :D It seems that all that late night DOTA gaming action during the examination period did not pull my grades down. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the grades out, it is time to plan my timetable. I'm only left with 17 Academic Units (inclusive of FYP) to clear for my core modules. Finally! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe I'll graduate within 4 years after all. Gambate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113515762818890279?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113515762818890279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113515762818890279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113515762818890279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113515762818890279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/release-of-ntu-examination-results_21.html' title='Release of NTU examination results'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113488738676984348</id><published>2005-12-20T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:38:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration of the New National Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your first impression to a library? Dark, dingy, boring, deathly pale zombie liked librarians walking silently around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dusty books kept of the shelves with cobwebs. Nothing but thick collections of gothic books cramped up in every single shelve space. They may be the valid for libraries during the 1970- 1990 but let history live in the past. Behold the new generation libraries of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Although the latest National Library has been opened for almost half a year, I never really found time to enter and explore. So, after months of procrastination, Jer and mavis got me down to explore and experience the hype about the newest state of the art building at Victoria street on &lt;s&gt;18 Dec 05&lt;/s&gt; 17 Dec 05. This library was constructed to replace the old red brick wall library at stamford road.The library building itself was really tall and it stretched way above 17 stories high. Impressive, considering that 17 (or more) stories were nothing but library exhibitions, galleries, books, drama centres, historical references and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My first impression upon entering the library was like... "Woah... Almost 70% of the external architecture was made up of glass and metal. Totally futuristic. There were almost no sign of bricks and the ugly grey concrete. Just white, black, silver and transparent materials. Simplistically classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Futuristic Architecture (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futuristic Architecture (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Upon entering, one will be overwhelmed by its massiveness. Warm lights made the place comfy and art pieces displayed gave the place an aura of tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1656.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Library entrance view from top level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Drama Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were interactive exhibitions, level after level showing the stuff ranging from history&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to modern day facilities and services provided by the library.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be honest, I was never a fan of libraries until today. There are so many unique things to explore at every corner. You just have to see these exhibits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the hanging banners at the exhibits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funky banner hung above another exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Traditional library cards used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost 2 decades back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A historical exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any idea what this device is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ancient tap relic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a antique book press!! Initially, I thought it was some ancient tap from some sewage system. Haha. Anyway, this device was used by librarians to repair old and tattered books in the past. Kudos to all those librarians who must have spent lots of time repairing books which shared a wealth of information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As I went up the building, there was something which I totally did not expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Huge plasma televisions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;were on every level greeting visitors coming up form the escalators. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;were showing various information on upcoming events and workshops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was even a SKY GARDEN! Awesome. Sometimes, people even forget that they are stepped inside a library. There were even couples taking wedding photo shots at the sky garden. How cool can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky garden at the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, I must give special mention about this person. (I think he is a very rich business man). I've seen his name on the National library plaque, seen the main lecture theatre at Nanyang Technological University (NTU) named after him, and also seen the business school at Singapore Management University (SMU) named under him. There could be more buildings/ facilities named under him but I've yet to discover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A plaque in his honour from the old national library.&lt;br /&gt;(Now displayed as an exhibit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He must be a really well respected man. Thank you Mr Lee for contributing to our education facilities for the general public. (He may be reading my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the toilets? They're really quite well designed. Apparently, it seems that the toilet designs vary from level to level. So here's a photo of one of the male toilets. It looks really nice right? Sorry dudes, no pic of the female toilet. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1711.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arty designs in the male toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contrary to what I expected, I only saw 2-3 levels filled with books. I think they were the top few levels. Check out the American style decor on this level. The ceiling was exceptionally high and it gave a modernly granduer feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This level spans up to 2.5 storeys high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1728.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The colour of the background &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;changes every few minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Books nicely stacked on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Latest book additions on display&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The books look really new and they were nicely spaced out on the shelves. I didn't see any ancient relic books though. The rest of the levels were all digitised and computerised. All the information from the library is now a click away. Even the OPAC search computers look really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OPAC computer terminals with a artistic tinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After exploring around, Jer and Mavis finally decided to check out the books. Here's a snap shot of them looking really "engrossed" reading the books. Haha. Jer is the one in blue. Mavis is the one in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candid shot of the gals browsing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mavis was browsing thorough some arty fashion book when she showed me this drawing! OOoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1718.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinky fashion drawing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of bored. We decided to take a shot to immortalise our visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jer (left), Mavis (centre) and the better man(right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gals sit back and relax on the sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creepy shot of 2 "souls" looking at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; an ancient painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Considering the fact that the sky was getting really dark and droplets of rain started to fall against the glass panels, we decided to leave the place and go all the way down using the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1738.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the elevators look hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1739.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift control panel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/17-12-05_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/17-12-05_1740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Accomplised!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 adventurers after their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;landmark exploration trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now who ever said libraries were boring? Certainly not me. :D&lt;br /&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/19613029-113488738676984348?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113488738676984348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113488738676984348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113488738676984348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113488738676984348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/exploration-of-new-national-library.html' title='Exploration of the New National Library'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113458346071658015</id><published>2005-12-15T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:13:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer from the deep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ferocious predator of the deep has survived for 400 million years and has resisted evolution. The ultimate killing machine which enters a mindless frenzy at the slightly drip of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOOD. &lt;/span&gt;The undisputed monster of the sea. It kills anything that moves with a bone crunching attack. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;No logic,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No passion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Pure carnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharks.com/types-of-sharks/shark-pictures/great-white-shark-picture-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sharks.com/types-of-sharks/shark-pictures/great-white-shark-picture-022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maneatingsharks.com/Images/GreatWhite/gws1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.maneatingsharks.com/Images/GreatWhite/gws1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.i2ko.com/Careers/Fun/Images/whiteshark6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.i2ko.com/Careers/Fun/Images/whiteshark6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you see a large unmistakable fin above the water with a huge dark shadow swimming towards you while you're swimming out at sea.... the jaws of death may just be the last sight you will ever have... Or will you live to tell your terrifying tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sharkattacks.com/images4/gwman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sharkattacks.com/images4/gwman1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you are lucky or unlucky enough to live through the fatal attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (depending on whatever that is left of you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, you'll most likely end up with horrific injuries with parts of your body brutally bitten off. The following link displays gruesome graphical details. You have been warned. Photos of shark attack victims can be found by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sharkattacks.com/bites.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mun.ca/biology/scarr/CARCHARODON.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mun.ca/biology/scarr/CARCHARODON.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Despite these cases (which have been recorded as statistically rare), do you know that the sharks main predator is none other than man? Sharks have been vastly huntered for the value of their fins to the extent that certain species are already nearing extinction? Many known shark species find their populations rapidly dwindling due to the extent of over-hunting. Environmentalist are calling for governments to protect the sharks and clip the shark fin trade which is booming in Asia. The fact that illegal sharking finning is rampant makes it more difficult to save this "prehistoric killing machine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real Time Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The illegal fishing for shark fins in the Galapagos has increased dramatically in the past few years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to WildAid, about 100 million sharks are killed every year in a trade which it likens to the scandal of the slaughter of elephants for their ivory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fins themselves are dried and 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style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post entry- 15 Dec @ 2100 hrs (Singapore time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think you're good at it?&lt;br /&gt;Beat my SCORE of 6500!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/my%20madshark%20score.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/my%20madshark%20score.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click on image to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113452660957668893</id><published>2005-12-14T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:29:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google search bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Google search bar under construction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stay tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Post comment ( 15 Dec 05) - I've tweaked around and finally managed to get the google search bar working. Hope it is useful for you to search the net if needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113452660957668893?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113452660957668893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113452660957668893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113452660957668893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113452660957668893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/google-search-bar.html' title='Google search bar'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113441074381311308</id><published>2005-12-13T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:38:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was keeping my laundry from the clothes line outside my hostel room when I made an interetsing discovery. Apparently, someone living one/two level(s) above me had accidentally dropped his/her underwear which landed  on my clothesline. It was not so much about seeing an underwear drop from the sky but to see a pair of the boxers with cartoons(not too sure whether it was a guy or gal's boxers)  It showed a picture of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Homer Simpson&lt;/span&gt; which screamed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Take me off !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/homer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/homer.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The cartoon is not the same, but I happened to find a similar pose of homer off the net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovy&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all admit it. Underwears have become a fashion statement. Gone were the days where guys would have nothing but white/ off white underwear and girls will have plain beige boring under garments. People are no longer embarressed to show off their underwear. The tag that labelled people who own lots of flashy undies as perverts were a thing of a past. Nobody gives a hoot about laughing off at people's under garments. Remember an era not so long ago where young teenage guys loved to show off their underwear band which had famous brand names like "Calvin Klein" or "Armani". Girls of today show off their fashionable bra straps without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a back dated issue of FHM where I saw advertisements on guy/gal underwear being marketed as hip and cool. The lingerie business is huge , and the male underwear sector is rapidly grabbing a fair share. People of today embrace fashion, branding and more importantly, comfort. Luxury undergarments cost a bomb. Somehow, I have yet to comprehend the logic of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;less fabric = more expensive&lt;/span&gt;. Is there a rational for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, it's time to throw your cheap 3 for $10 grandpa/grandma undies away yeah? It's all about you. Do you know that your type of underwear reflects your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what some dumb quiz said about me. Surprisingly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 232, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that your underwear doesn't offend anyone - in case you get in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of guy who lets his girlfriend pick out his underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- If you decide to purchase a pair/ pairs of funky undies, please keep an eye on them while drying your laundry (esp if you live in hostel). Underwear thieves are unfortunately always on the prowl. You wouldn't want to lose that funky pair do ya?&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/19613029-113441074381311308?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113441074381311308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113441074381311308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113441074381311308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113441074381311308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/funky-underwear.html' title='Funky Underwear'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113438335884636915</id><published>2005-12-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:57:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog must also upgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woo Hoo! My Blog is less than a week old and I'm already getting compliments from people on the content and stuff. Feel so proud of myself. Haha. Alright, it may not be as fantastic as the incredibly popular blogs like the Xiaxue or Mr Brown but give me some credit yeah? I'm working on it. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Mr Brown's blog, he said something like government nowdays upgrade a lot flats. So much so that his kid even has a swing in his place. Wah! I want an Osim I-squeeze in my hall. Any sponsors? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of upgrading, here are the latest features I've added to my blog. Blog must also be upgraded, if not will look like some traditional text based website. Singaporeans are a kiasu bunch. Must always try to be number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Background Music&lt;/span&gt; (Special thanks to wispie and indirectly heisuke). I stole the code from her blog. Haha. Yeah...I'll post my own music when I find the time. I may consider removing the background music as it interferes with the video? Meantime, you readers will just have to settle for this. If you wanna stop the background music. Click on the "STOP" icon on your browser toolbar. I know it doesn't play on other browsers apart from IE. (I'm using firefox and no music plays in the background. Anyone knows any way to fix to browser issue?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Added a Blog hit counter&lt;/span&gt;. For me to know how my blog is faring. Still waiting for you readers to recommend my blog to your other friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Added a MV section&lt;/span&gt;. You can now enjoy and watch Music Videos on my blog. Now showing- "Ai Mei by Yang Chen Ling". I like the soothing vibes to this song. You are supposed to see a windows media player window at the side bar below the song title. Not too sure if it'll give problems to those who are not on broadband. Do give me comments and I'll try to tweak on it accordingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing too fanciful in the meantime. Waiting for feedback from you people. Email me or leave a comment. Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113438335884636915?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113438335884636915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113438335884636915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113438335884636915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113438335884636915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-must-also-upgrade.html' title='Blog must also upgrade'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113432015068408955</id><published>2005-12-11T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:25:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in an unfair world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uphill battles are fought everyday by millions of people world wide. For every battle won, lies on how the war was waged. More often than not, this is what separates performers from the high achievers. I chanced upon this phrase while reading a magazine some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All human beings are created equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Such simplicity in a sentence with deep meaning?? Not convinced, I looked from different scopes at people from all walks of life to look for examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This example has to be the best classic one can find today's world. Forget about Microsoft and Apple. Those were stories of the past. Google is real deal for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to the 5 Dec 05 issue of BusinessWeek, the cover story wrote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a market cap in orbit and more cash than a small nation, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; is altering the tech industry's behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More cash than a small nation? Seems remarkable for a tech startup founded in 1998. Some basic math will show that within a span of 8 years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has a market cap of $120 billion. In case you are wondering. $1 billion= $1000, 000000. (One thousand million). Now, multiply this number with 120. Alrite, I'll give you 5 seconds to gawk at this number. Now.... that's a whole load of money. How much can one earn in 8 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANDSOME HUNK VS COMPUTER NERDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a simple comparison, "David Beckham" vs "The founders of Google- Page &amp; Brin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/beck%20vs%20google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/beck%20vs%20google.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;David Beckham&lt;/span&gt; is the highest earning soccer player in the world. His wealth accumulated for the past years was last rated at 75 million pounds (as of 2005). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No where close&lt;/span&gt; to                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; $120 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Verdict- Nerds rule the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Were Brin &amp; Page (Co-founders of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) just plain lucky? They used to termed as geeks and nerds, but suddenly, they seemed to have lost that tag overnight. Sure! They had the luck and a fair share of opportunities, but without the hardwork, strategic planning and acute sense of technopreneurship placed into building a cyber empire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;would probably ended up like just another search engine offering some internet services among the millions of websites out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But wait a minute, if they can do it? Why can't we do it too? If the world was fair, wouldn't everyone be millionaires by the time we reach 25? I can also say I look better than Beckham (haha... subjective mah...I have a big ego), but how come I don't get famous? I can also play soccer what. My JC friends called me Jaap Stam (after the famous ex- Man Utd defender). I also have played around with programming what... how come I do have opprtunity to set up my own search portal? I doubt it if one were to say that the rest of us lack the ability and drive to succeed. Do we lack dreams and ambitions? I doubt it. Why is it they are so successful while many of us who aspire to be the best remain fighting it out within the masses? I believe the answer lies in luck and opportunity. Everyone can put in the same amount of effort, but some will make it big, while others remain hidden  in the gallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still not convinced? I'm not going to make extremist comparisons so, let me make another comparison between 2 local personalities. Both are good at their own fields and have talents to their own right. I'm also sure both have also strived very hard towards their goals. I'll let you decide again if all human beings are created equal. Here's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia Mok&lt;/span&gt; and the ever fanntabulous &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fann Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/pat%20vs%20fann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/pat%20vs%20fann.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You really want me to compare the both of them? Enough said. Period.&lt;br /&gt;Crap to the saying that all human beings are created equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh yeah... In case you have not realised. Yes... I am a Man Utd supporter and I simply adore Fann Wong. Haha. U either love them or hate them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113432015068408955?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113432015068408955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113432015068408955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113432015068408955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113432015068408955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-in-unfair-world.html' title='Living in an unfair world'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113411800857127569</id><published>2005-12-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:00:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionable controller design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the World Cyber Games held in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; not too long ago, there has been a sudden explosive interest surge in the world of computer games. PC games enthusiasts and game console enthusiasts alike have found common grounds and are discussing the new controller designs for the next generation for gaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Note to girls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok girls, I know some of you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gals&lt;/span&gt; may be thinking... "This entry is boring.... maybe I should just go shopping." Don't lose interest yet. Trust me... this entry is especially dedicated to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; out there. There's a surprise at the end just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Microsoft X-box and the Sony's Playstation 2 consoles being tremendous hits with gamers world wide. Gamers worldwide have high expectations on their new controller designs. Although both the X-box 360 and the Playstation 3 have yet to ship in, and developers have claim theses are just prototype designs, sneak previews on the new designs have sprung up over the net. (Note: All designs are copyright of their respective producers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here's the design of the X-box 360 controller. (below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/xbox%20controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/xbox%20controller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; Here's the design of the Playstation 3 controller. (below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/ps3%20controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/ps3%20controller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool rite? Simply amazing. All the wireless technology and microchip power in your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; surprise&lt;/span&gt; as promised earlier... I found this comic strip by the guys who host &lt;a href="http://www.squarebrain.net/index.php?strip_id=1"&gt;Squarebrain.net&lt;/a&gt; . Personally I think they are really good with their comics. Check out their comic presented below. Introducing..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"A questionable design choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scroll down and enjoy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Click on the image to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 332px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to these guys who have done a really good job. They have kindly agreed to allow the reproduction of this material. Do check out their &lt;a href="http://www.squarebrain.net/index.php?strip_id=23"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on their websites. Something really refreshing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys... who ever said girls were never actively interested with the new generation game consoles?? *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113411800857127569?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113411800857127569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113411800857127569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113411800857127569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113411800857127569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/questionable-controller-design.html' title='Questionable controller design'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113411248459382186</id><published>2005-12-09T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:50:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems that you'll never run out of tasting something new in Singapore. Just a few months back, a few food outlets have sprung up in town and the sub urban areas. Being an avid food adventurer, I decided to explore the new tantalising tastes to pamper my tastebuds. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For today's episode, allow me to introduce Carl's Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Carl's Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burgers that are too hot to handle. For those of you who are still wondering, does this brand name sound familiar? No? How about the name below?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PARIS HILTON&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still no? Oh well... how about this? Just for your viewing pleasure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/carl%20paris%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/carl%20paris%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/carl%20paris%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/carl%20paris%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha. Now that I've got your attention, allow me to give my critic on Carl's Jr. I went to take a look at the branch outlet at Marina Square and was quite happy with the standard of the decor, service and food. For those who have yet to try it out, do not be deceived by the name. This junior serves huge monster sized burgers. This american fast food chain established itself in Singapore in mid 2005 and has been a hit with people. It is not surprising that you will have to queue sometime for your food before being served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Food serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you thought MacDonald's Big Mac was huge, think again. Expect burgers with servings 1.5 - 2 times larger than your typical burgers. The meat patties were larger than life topped with a generous proportion of ingredients like tomatos, onions, cheese, lettuce and etc... depending on your choice of burger. In short, everything is monster sized. Forget about your happy meal sized meals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're for kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pricing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Expect to pay S$4.20 for the cheapest fish burger, Carl's Catch, to as much as S$8.50 for the Double Guacamole Bacon Cheeseburger. Each combo set costs an average of S$10 and comes with a burger, fries (onion rings or chicken strips) &amp; a huge empty cup. The price is generally more expensive than your other regular fast food outlets and depending on your choice of combo meals and side orders, an order for two people will set you back by S$20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Food quality and menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup! In case you were wondering about the above part reagarding the empty cup, you've read it right. The empty cup allows you to have a choice a drinks available and it's free flow too. It's no wonder why crowds of people can be seen queuing up to top up their drinks. By the way, I must comment on the onion rings. Contrary to what I expected, the onion rings were also monster sized, with the average diameter of each ring the length of your thumb. Each ring was actually made up of REAL ONIONS and you can actually pull the onion out of its breaded crust. I also noticed that there was  a condiment bar and 14 types of sauces for you to choose from. The menu was extensive and it was definitely a refreshing change from the normal, the menu had chicken/beef burgers, sandwiches, chicken strips, fries, onion rings and potato waffles. Check out the pictures below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/carl%20burger%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/carl%20burger%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/carl%20burger%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/carl%20burger%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/carl%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/carl%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may wish to click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.carlsjr.com/menu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to see what they have to offer. I did not managed to find a Singapore based website for CJ but this US based website will suffice. The burger patties were generally tasty and succelent. From what I understand, each meal to cooked to order, so you have to take a number tag (just like MOS burger) while they cook your food. I will personally recommend the Charbroiled portobello mushroom burger.  They are having a $2 off promotion off the combo meal if you have the voucher. The taste was fantastic and I subconciously wolfed the entire burger in less than 3 minutes.  I can't say the same for the Crispy chicken with bacon burger. (Not too sure of the full name). The chicken patty was quite hard and the taste was quite bland. The bacon also lacked the aroma and taste one would expect from an established food outlet. Do let me know your comments if you've tried the other burgers and side orders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I quote from an article from the sunday times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt; by Mak Mun San, 28 August 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;There will always be new players coming into the market and that is welcome news for consumers as well as industry players.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looks like this may just be the time for MacDonald's , Burger king, MOS burger, KFC and Long John's Silver to relook their corporate strategy. This new kid to the block is one to look out for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Overall Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4 out of 5 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S- I don't get any royalty fees from writing this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113411248459382186?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113411248459382186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113411248459382186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113411248459382186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113411248459382186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/food-galore.html' title='Food Galore!'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113394635747975294</id><published>2005-12-07T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:15:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing, Sex and Regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This entry is dedicated to all my guy friends who constantly ask me questions concerning the female population. Ok... Don't ask me why people always come to me for advice whenever it comes to matter regarding the female population. I have no idea. I have neither the professional expertise nor experience in such matters. I guess that hanging around predominantly with platonic female friends have given me a better insight on their complex behaviour and mindset. I feel I have a moral duty to educate the male population. With enough said and done, let's begin with this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;**Disclaimer**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no love guru, neither am I some professional skirt chaser. I have my own code of ethics and I believe that in no way that girls should be treated with disrespect. If you are expecting tips on how to be a swinger/ how to cheat on your partner/ how to flirt without getting caught, *shame on you*. THIS ENTRY IS NOT FOR YOU. I do not believe in all that nonsense. Tips given here are based on my own personal judgement and may/ may not be socially/ethically acceptable to some.&lt;span class="body"&gt; The better man (me) also disclaims all responsibility and liability which may/may not lead to your personal uprise/downfall while employing such tactics. Tips given below have/have not been tried and tested. Readers are advised to employ them on their own personal risk. All characters mentioned below are ficticious and do not represent anyone dead or otherwise. If you agree to these terms and conditions, read on. Otherwise, &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and entertain yourself with something more “wholesome” instead of flaming me and complaining/whining/bitching about how your life would have been better if not this entry.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Clubbing night's out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;At the pub&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was another typical Wednesday night. Peeter Parker met up with his buddies after work and they were hanging at their usual pub for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Peteer Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt;Yo bros, I sick of all these crap, can't we go somewhere else. Need some spice in my life. You know, some place more "exciting", here got no chio bu. Haiz.. *Shakes his head in disappointment.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom Kruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;- Yeah man... this place suxs. I'm tired of hanging here all the time. This place is cool, but....*rests his head on the bar counter*.... sibeh sian* And we all do not even have girl friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blatt Pitt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why not we go down to dbl-O tonight? Ladies nite right? Sure got a lot of chio bu then we can also go down to the dance floor to rock our sexy manly bodies. Steady? I'm sure the chicks will be impressed by us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peteer Parker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom Kluise- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Steady! Let's go clubbing tonite. woo hoo.. Fiona xie... Fann Wong look a likes, here we come!! Haha. *Runs off excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Upon arrival and dbl-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Dum da da dum da* Sounds of groovy beats can be heard in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tom Kruise-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Eh? How come the queue is so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blatt Pitt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah man.. Looks like we have to queue up. Hey... Check out that cute chick on the right. Groovvvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tom Kruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah man.. she's hot. Wow.. *starts to drool*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blatt Pitt- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Hits Tom's head* Hey! stop drooling, your saliva is dripping all over the floor. By the way, where is that Peeter Parker. He always disappears mysteriously. Wonder what he is up to this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tom Kruise- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Looks around* I don't see that bugger... OH! There he is...hmm.. wait a minute. I smell a rat. Shucks! Do u believe it? He's chatting with that hot chick we saw moments ago&lt;b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Blatt and Tom wave frantically to get Peeter's attention. Peeter sees them and reluctantly returns to his buddies.*&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peteer Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hi guys. Wadzup? *Acts innocent*&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blatt Pitt- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;What were you doing with that hot chick? She looks like Kelly, you know… that one from Project Superstar.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tom Kruise- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You’re faster than I thought! We have yet to enter the club and you are already picking gals up. *Gives a brotherly punch to Peeter* I’m proud of you! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Blatt Pitt- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah. No surprise. Haha. Congrats bro. So have you gotten her number? What’s her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peteer Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Shrugs his shoulders* I have no idea. I just know that she’s called Ice. A cool chick with a hot body. I’ll give her 8/10 stars. I think she likes me.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Blatt Pitt &amp; Tom Kruise Laughs off as they all enter the club. *&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;All 3 dudes decide to get a few drinks to get started and they drink up chatting up about the day’s events.30 minutes later, they decide to go down to the dance floor. All 3 guys decide to go on their separate ways to look for their individual targets and agree to gather back 2 hours later. Blatt and Tom had little luck in attracting any girls. Peeter on the other hand had a different experience..&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter spotted Ice who was dressed in a tube top and a mini skirt. She dancing on the podium stands and was performing a very sensual dance. Peeter decided approached her directly, grooving his body through the crowd. Ice was totally already mildly drunk by then and she was crazily shaking her bonbons and was attracting a lot of attention from the male population who was swarming over her. Peeter decided that he would not stand any chance if he joined the rest of the other guys who were like packs of wolves cornering their prey. Hence he decided to do something different.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Peteer Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Approaches Ice and passes her his hand phone* Hey! Your friend is one the line. He says that he just got something urgent to tell you.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Huh? *Taken by surprise*. This isn’t my phone. Hello… hey!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter walks away in a cool manner, intentionally ignoring Ice’s claims. He takes his time and make sure he doesn’t turn back.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey! You… come back. *Steps down from the podium and chases after Peeter* There isn’t anyone on the line. You’ve made a mistake!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Turns around and pretends to look surprised. He smiles at Ice coyly and grabs her hand*. I know there isn’t anyone on the line. As a matter of fact, this is my phone. How else was I going to get your attention from the pack of wolves out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; *Taken aback* Oh! &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lesson Learnt- Girls like her a constantly surrounded by desperate guys. Get her attention in your own personal unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;By the way, take out your phone. Let me show you something.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice takes out her mobile phone, giving Peeter a surprised look. What was he up to? Peeter tell her to key in the number.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Store this number in your phone. 98765432. You’ll need it later. By the way, you look ravishing in this outfit. But be careful out there will yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Uh…Ok. *Confused but flattered at the same time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Peeter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nice meeting you. You can join me later when you’re done. I’ll be sitting at that corner. *Places his mouth near her ear and whispers* By the way, that’s my number. Call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice smiles at him and returns to the dance floor. He’s quite an interesting guy, she thought to herself. Moments later, Ice decides to look for Peeter, she goes over to where he’s sitting and starts chatting. Both of them have a certain chemistry and as they are both under the influence of alcohol, they let loose their minds and let their instincts take over. Soon, they engage in a certain level of physical contact.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You’re cute. Have I met you before?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah.. We chatted outside the club earlier. Remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Peeter Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Acts deep in thought* Oh really…. Let me think…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Peeter Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh yeah… you’re that gal I met at the entrance. So what is a hot chick like you hanging out here? Don’t you have a life? You should be out with your boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I like this place for the music, ambience and the drinks. I come here once in a while to chill out to get rid of all that stress at work. Haha. I don’t have time for a boyfriend. So this is the next best place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lesson Learnt-  Peeter tried to engage in a mutual conversation to get information out of Ice in a subtle manner to know more about her status and lifestyle. He does not show that he is desperate to get Ice. Attractive ladies have guys skirt chasing them all the time. Say something different which will get her interested in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter Parker-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; That’s cool. But enough said. You look drunk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m not. I’m just … … *Ice leans herself on Peeter and closes her eyes. The influence of alcohol has taken a toll on her.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter Parker- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Feels a big sense of ego boost* Hey Ice... are you alright? Hello? Let me send you back. Where do you stay?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;… … … (*dead drunk*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Peeter decides to bring Ice out. Despite his repeated talking to her, Ice is in a very drowsy state. Not knowing where to bring her, Peeter decides to bring her over to the nearest hotel and leave her there. Upon reaching the nearest hotel, Peeter places Ice on the bed and decides to wash up. He is still under some influence of alcohol and is semi conscious. When he was done washing up, he looked at Ice, stared at her body and before he knew it, his instincts look over…. Ice was slightly conscious by then, she knew Peeter was all over her but she couldn’t find the strength to push him away. Just then, she felt better groping her body and she knew what was going to happen next. She was not interested in selling her body. She did not want to engage in any sexual activity with a guy she met a few hours back.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey… stop… What are you doing? Get off me you jerk !!! *pushes him away but to no avail*&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter continues to let his instincts take control. Ice was furious by then. She felt she had to stop it before anything happened. Obviously she could not overpower him physically. Flashbacks of her self defence class started to come to her and she decided to do the only think she could remember.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;*OUCH… OUCH…ouch…ouc…ou…o….*&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Peeter laid on the bed with his hands at this groin in tremendous. Ice had given his a deadly kick between his legs. All peeter saw was Ice quickly getting her clothes in proper order and quickly leaving the room. He blacked out soon after.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;When Peter woke up, he found him self lying on a cold and hard cement surface. The room was dark and dingy. He looked around… His hands were restrained by handcuffs. He saw that he was confined in the police lock up cell. Ice had called the police in bid to protect herself. Peeter knew this was the end, his moment of folly had led him to his downfall. He sat down on the floor with his knees bent and head bowed down… He was in trouble…&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Blatt Pitt and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tom Kluise- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey friend, how did you end up here? What the hell were you thinking?? We could not find you and you just went missing? We rushed to the police station the moment we heard you were arrested. Don’t worry bro, we’ll try to bail you out… Eh.. Policeman.. how to get my friend out of jail? *Voices fade away as his friends walk out of the lockup area*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Lesson Learnt- Respect the lady and treat her with dignity. Just because she engages in some form of physical contact with you, it doesn't mean she wants sex. Clarify her intentions before doing any thing stupid. Be in control all the time. Do not take advantage of her under any situation. Read the &lt;a href="http://www.scwo.org.sg/cms/content/view/28/62/"&gt;women’s charter &lt;/a&gt;and educate yourself. I can only advice you how to get the ladies attention but only you are responsible for your personal actions after that. I do not condone any bastardly actions against the female population. Learn to be a better man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113394635747975294?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113394635747975294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113394635747975294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113394635747975294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113394635747975294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/clubbing-sex-and-regret_07.html' title='Clubbing, Sex and Regret.'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113386302395064412</id><published>2005-12-06T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:57:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do people blog? I wonder to myself at times. It seems that based on my judgement that people blog to open up a new world, both for themselves and to others. Some do it for personal reasons, others do it as a business. I've been reading blogs for many many months. Some were crap, but others were delightful to read. People like &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rockson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/"&gt;Mr Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have made a difference to others.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Their blogs don't go unnoticed. They are (in my opinion) one of the better blogs I've seen so far. They dare to blog things which many people don't dare to speak about. Of course, some of these bloggers occured the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrath&lt;/span&gt; of some readers and needless to say, there were quite a few problems. Considering the fact that most Singaporean dare not make their dissent voiced out in public. It's just part of our culture not to complain and criticise about the government like the westerners. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I salute to people like Xiaxue and rockson for daring to be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is the reason for me to blog? I feel that to a certain extent, I use it as an outlet to let out my thoughts. When I was much younger, I was pretty introverted. Although I'm much better today, having a wide social network of friends from all walks of life, I can't help but to feel that little tinge of introvertness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"It's not very good to keep everything to yourself you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keeping too much inside lead to depression. I'm sure nobody wants to end up with a nut loose in their heads. Ironic as it sounds, it is difficult to say things to people whom you know. Blogging is by my definition, talking to someone out there who is a complete stranger to you. No man is an island. We used to be confined by physical barriers. With the internet, the world is at your finger tips. We always need someone out there to lend a listening ear. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113386302395064412?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113386302395064412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113386302395064412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113386302395064412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113386302395064412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why Do I Blog?'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113385996066884400</id><published>2005-12-06T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:11:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a better man (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the final posting on this issue. Read part 1 and 2 if you have not done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the holiday stint to Bangkok, our relationship became rosier and sweeter. We made it a point to have meals together on a frequent basis despite our hectic schedules. I was on industrial attachment at Motorola and was generally quite free after work. This was definitely a good change from the hectic work load during school term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;January is a month for the Chinese New Year celebrations. For the very first time, we went down to Chinatown to experience the buzz and excitement. Last year's Chinese New Year was not a happy one, we quarreled over a minor issue and despite having an enjoyable night after the dinner and dance event, we ended the night with a sour note and I recklessly sped on the road which left her frightened and traumatised. This time round, I was determined not to let history repeat itself. I specially waited and bought "Bak Kua" for her so that her family could enjoy the traditional tasty delights for the festive season. Jer and myself visited Chinatown a few times (3 times, i think), just for the fun of it and it was a different experience altogether when you walk down the bustling street with a special someone. It was unlike any festive season I've spent with her. I felt like a lucky man and cherished every single moment with her. For the first time in many years, I went down to her relatives place to wish them a happy festive period. She in turn, also went house visiting with me. I felt very proud to let others know that I had a cool gal as my gf. I could not help but sense a warm feeling which engulfed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Is this how happiness really felt like? If so, will it last forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd - 3rd Quarter of 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jer bought me a lightsaber. It is the one from Master Replicas Force FX Lightsaber; The Darth Vadar saber from episode IV. I've always wanted one as I'm a star wars fanatic. All that light saber slashing action is now a reality. Words cannot describe my excitement. Jer paid the collectible in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;full. A whopping S$250 dollars. Honestly speaking,  that is very EXPENSIVE for an over rated piece of fluoroscent tube light blub attached to a piece a plastic. Never once did she back out from her promise to get me my new toy. Check out the lightsaber. It's the totally cool red colour lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/lightsaber-3up_newer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/lightsaber-3up_newer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went down to catch glimpes of the National Day Parade. I recalled we had Pizza Hut &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; KFC for dinner @ Funan centre. It was quite an experience as the pizza was placed in a really really small package. We were fortunate enough to catch more glimpes of the national day parade and we even got the best view of the fireworks (from an air con bus) along sheares bridge. Very LUCKY!! Jer was so excited that she messaged her best friend about watching the spectacular fireworks right after. Sometimes, it really makes me happy to see her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Quarter 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jer called me and told me she was seeking a change in work environment. After spending a considerable time at modus, she felt that it was good for her to switch careers. Her new workplace is located at Suntec City, right in the middle of town. She asked me whether I could accompany her to scout for the new office before she started work. Normally, I will have brought her there. Somehow, I was bogged down with tons of school work and ended up on the selfish side. I told her I was too busy to accompany her to locate the place and constantly procrastinated. In the end, she went to search for the place together with her friends. I don't know why I didn't accompany her even though it would only take a small amount of time. I promised to be with her and help her in times of need, but I guess my selfish behavoir surfaced out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She never said anything after that, but I knew I had disappointed her once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As per usual, the end of the year marks the time for the dreaded examinations. Jer and I occasionally went down to the Jurong regional library to study for the exams. She was taking 2 modules, Economics and some other business management module. She seemed jaded and exhausted, mainly because she just changed a job and was still adapting. Her modules had lots of readings and I constantly saw her mug for the exams. Even though she claimed she did not study very hard for the exam, I knew she will be able to score well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;She has proven before that she juggle both work and school easily. That is one aspect on why I respect her greatly, her sense of discipline is greater than most other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Too many of times, I've seen people giving up because they cannot handle the stress and workload of work and education. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She is indeed special. No denying to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jer asked me about how I felt about the relationship and whether I felt we could continue. Both of us felt drained from everything and we felt something was missing. I smiled and told her I will give her a reply after my examinations (which was directly after her papers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;every single day after she asked me that question. Was I doing her justice. There was no denying that she loved me more than I do. There was no denying that I did not treat her as well as I do. As each day past, I constantly asked myself how I felt for her. I love her, I still do, but will it be fair for her? She gave me multiple chances, forgave me multiple times and still continued to care for me. I have this instill fear in me that someday, when things go sour, things will turn out very bad. I don't want her to be hurt. I don't want her to be tied to a person like me who cannot give her long term happiness. I dare not give her commitment in fear that I will hurt her again in the future. She is truely a unique gal with a big heart. Surely she deserves someone better than me. The decision is a hard one to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes, the most painful decision in life is one which will give that someone special a better tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613029-113385996066884400?l=freetoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113385996066884400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613029&amp;postID=113385996066884400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113385996066884400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613029/posts/default/113385996066884400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freetoblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-better-man-part-3.html' title='To be a better man (Part 3)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113384994222570124</id><published>2005-12-05T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:06:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a better man (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This entry is linked to the previous post. Read part 1 before reading on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late 2002- Late 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was the whirl wind part of the entire relationship. Just like a tornado. We just started out for not too long and then the issues started to pour in. I really liked Jer and tried to put a lot of effort in to make things work out. I still recalled I made grand plans to celebrate our one month anniversary and told her to keep the day free. It was going to be a surprise, I told her. She smiled and agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During this period, she seems to be very busy not only at work, but also busy doing her MLM with e-excel. I was not a great fan of MLM and didn't like to see her doing it, but I knew it was something which she believed in and the benefits of the health products she was promoting. Initially, it was skeptical about how this whole MLM thing will turn out, as I was worried that she will be cheated. However, she convinced me that she was handling it well and she was happy with it. Hence, I relented my stance on this issue. When the one month anniversary day approached, I was excited about it and got things prepared to ensure nothing screwed up. Nothing must go wrong, i told myself. Sure enough, things went according to plan until she called me in the afternoon telling me she can't make it because she had to meet her cousin and attend some e-excel talk. I was stunned for a moment. Surely our anniversary is more important than some last minute MLM talk? She shrugged it off and said anniversaries meant nothing to her. At that moment, I felt silly for even planning for an anniversary. No doubt I was upset and told her about it, she gave me the impression that she was a bit "Bo chup" or in other words, " I cannot be bothered with you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feb 14, a day for lovers to celebrate their love. V-day approached and it was another disapointment. Not from her, but from me. I told her I will pick her up at city hall and told her to wait outside mango at 6:30 pm. She arrived early, sometime around 6:10pm and I guessed she was to a certain extent looking forward to the night. I was on my way driving down from Ang Mo Kio, down the CTE when I realised i made a serious error. *Shucks* , I was stuck in the rush hour traffic jam and to make things worst, I didn't realise the ERP was in operation and I can't find my cash card. What to do.... no choice. I made a detour, weaving out painfully from the jam to avoid passing through the ERP gantry. As such, I got lost on the road. I was a newbie driver then, and totally unfamiliar with the roads and I wandered and wandered until... I ended up at Keppel where all the container trucks were. ANOTHER TRAFFIC JAM!! By then, I was already 15 minutes late and no where near the destination. I gave her a call and told her I will be there soon. She sounded bored but she said it was okay and she'll wait for me. By the time I reached there, it was 7:15 pm. 45 minutes late. There she was, dressed up prettily like a blooming flower. She smiled even though I made her wait for almost an hour. I gave her 2 roses, and a teddy bear. I packaged the 2 roses for her personally and bought her a teddy bear (which she still keeps today) Although I knew she felt it was quite cheapskate, but I was really broke at that time and $40++ for the flowers and bear was taxing on me. (I'm only a student with no allowance...). Nonetheless, she still thanked me we made our way to down. By the time we got down to town area, it was 8 plus. (Kena caught in another traffic jam...) We settled for some light drinks and food at taka's coffee club express, watched some busker performing, spent a little quiet moments together. By then, she was really tired as she had to work the next day and so, we went back. (She must have really been disappointed.) But that was not all, the "best" part came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got lost again and couldn't drive her back home! Great....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Felt darn embaressed but had no choice but to ask for directions at some petrol station. Some uncle who was pumping fuel kindly agreed to lead us to the proper road so that I can get back on track. Off we went, until..... we had a shock. The guy led us to a road along bukit timah with a road sign that pointed to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOHOR (Malaysia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a shock!! Both of us were like... huh? Were we being tricked or something? I steadied my nerves and assured that I will get her home safe. I drove along bukit timah and with a stroke of luck, I magically managed to get back on course to the road that led to her place at hill view. I knew I had messed things up. She laughed at me over the incident and I blushed sheepishly. At least I got her home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were many times I went out with her during festive occasions. What could have turned out as happy events were screwed by me. Back then, I was bad tempered and flared at her for the slightess reasons. I embaressed her in public by shouting at her. Made her cry for no reason and constantly made mean remarks about her. Although she was patient and always kept things calm and tried to pacify me, I treated her badly. Naturally, she was not happy about how things turned out and her attitude towards me became cold and unfriendly. Things turned out quite bad between the both of us, we had cold wars, quarrelled over minor issues and not surprisingly, we broke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At that period of time, my feelings for her were not as deep and I merely shrugged the entire incident off. However, she called me persistently and asked to patch back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Community Service with kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There was this occasion where Jer asked me to get involve in some community service project for the less fortunate kids @ the science centre. We were not very close, and had already broken up. We met up with the other volunteers and for the very first time, I saw a different side of her. She was in charge of taking care of a young malay girl who seemed quiet and demure. Totally different from the other kids who were rowdy and noisy. I saw Jer showing care and concern and for once, I saw the motherly side of her. She took the young girl around, constantly making sure the kid felt secure. Suddenly, a feeling struck me like a bolt of lightning. All these while, I have never given Jer a sense of protection and security... What have I been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite my feelings for Jer, I never asked to patch back. She continued to call me despite me ignoring her for multiple times. After much consideration, and given my big ego, I agreed to patch back only on the condition that things will only work out my way. I knew she felt small and vulnerable at that point of time, but I didn't really bother. I was still very much immature, I continued to treat her well only when I felt like it. She constantly put up with all my anger, my tantrums, my attitude and my nonsense without complaining. I always blamed her for everything that went wrong, complained and grumbled about how she was and other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My attitude didn't change as before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her that our personalities didn't match as she was the homely type of person while I was the direct opposite. As such, I called her a boring person to be with and called her names. Never once did I ever spare a thought for her. Many other major events occured. Some too personal to be written. But Jer was constantly by my side, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not surprisingly, I soon noticed that there were many other guys beginning to chase Jer. From people like Weizhong, David, and how can I ever forget..... ANDVIN (or however u spell that name... i don't care). I knew deep down that Jer had many suitors and I also knew that they treated her very well. They showered her with gifts, cards, drove her around, picked her up from places, and cared for her. I don't know what came over me, but I accused her of being flirtatious and being unfaithful. Jer explained to me that she couldn't stop those guys from chasing her even though she rejected them and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;she reminded me that I should really treat her better&lt;/span&gt;. I was hot headed, bossy and unreasonable ; I told her off straight in the face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you think other guys are so good, then go to them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I threatened to breakup again. She protested that we never really had a chance to work things out as agreed but I felt that I was never in the wrong. No doubt that she was very upset. After I railed and blasted at her, she quietly sent me an email telling about her personal thoughts. I felt the sorrow in her email as she tried to explain her situation. The email was dated January 2004. Jer doesn't come from a rich family, neither does she get a huge pay check, but she showered me constantly with expensive gifts without a second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things went crazy after that. We broke again and patched back once again. I knew Jer loved me all this while but I didn't reciprocate. She was facing a lot of personal family problems, but she never showed her sorrow openly. I felt sad for her, as I've been through the same experience as her. Jer was at the point of break down during many times and although I tried to be there for her, I knew she didn't feel secure with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy moments togehter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The situation became better as time got by, I treated her better and I could sense that she was a little happier. Quarrels became almost non existent and we worked things out together as a couple. We went to places all over singapore, and she often said I behaved more like a tourist than a local. haha. We went to places like Escape theme park, the zoo, bukit timah hill for trekkings, Sentosa and many more.... There was this instance when we were at escape themepark and she was very frightened of driving on the go-kart. In fact, she got into a mini accident on the track. At that moment, when I saw her go-kart go out of control, my heart stopped and I prayed nothing has happened to her. I rushed over to check on her but fortunately, she was generally alright. I'm sure she was frightened and was in shock but I was very glad she was not hurt in that incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of accidents, I was involved in an accident too. Although I was traumatised, Jer was there for me and also offered me unselfishly a huge sum of cash to fix the vehicle. I remembered she almost fell out with her mother on that sunday afternoon because she left her house quickly after she went back home, so that she could accompany me to search for the repair workshop. Although she claims that it was a small issue for her, it really touched my heart and I knew she was willing to stay with me in times of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later in Dec 2004, we decided to go for our very first overseas trip. We were very excited over that trip and we made the trip down to Thailand. Initially, I suggested going down to Phuket, but luckily.. Jer insisted on going down to Bangkok. It was during our trip that Thailand, especially Phuket was struck by the killer tsunami that killed thousands of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel that Jer was indeed my lucky star. If not for her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wouldn't be alive today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had an enjoyable time at Bangkok, and Jer really liked to shop at the weekend market (It's called Chuptuchap or something like that, don't how to spell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I recalled her going on a shopping frenzy and she was so happy going from shop to shop. Many events happened there and we throughly enjoyed ourselves. It was definitely the happiest time spent with her. Pictures speaks a thousand words, so here are a few pictures to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The iterary was nicely planned out by her and I have to admit that all that effort put in led to an excellent holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN0599.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN0599.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/1600/DSCN0630.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6063/1944/320/DSCN0630.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" 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2)'/><author><name>Jason Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05227174467772243294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613029.post-113383829939669115</id><published>2005-12-05T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:32:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a better man (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have you ever took anyone for granted. Someone who was always there for you but you never  seriously cared? People come together for a reason. For a common cause, some for goals, some for love, some for their beliefs. There comes a time, where there is a little thing up there in you called "concience". Someday, one will realised that selfishness and self centeredness will only hurt those around you. Some will choose to leave, but the ones who stay with you despite everything are the ones who matter the most. I've was once a jerk who never treated relationships seriously and hurt a girl emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;whom loved me dearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;time and time again. I've feel that I've let her down badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still serving my national service then, being posted to Airport Police Division as the staff assistant to the Head Manpower/ Admin/ Logistics officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was posted to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; position after a little hassle with the patrol team WO but after speaking to Yixiu (the NSPI in charge of manpower then), I was finally brought up to the administration department. It was a dream posting for me, I was discontented with how things were at the patrol side given the lack of challenges and I was no doubt glad that I finally got a post which will give me more job satisfaction. Back then, I was just 20 with dreams to fufill and was aspired to be successful. I didn't want to be just any national serivce man, I wanted to be someone who will stand out from the crowd. The post was great, I got to know many new friends and my head officer was happy with my job performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I was quite active in online chatting. So much so that I was online every single day (even while on duty... shhhh) Haha. Ok.. I still did my work and maintained a high standard of work commitment so it was'nt much of a problem. Everyday, I just scrolled down the ICQ pages looking for new friends all over the globe to chat with. Every online friend I knew was fun and entertaining but there was this gal who stood out from the rest. What caught my eye was her ICQ nick. "h0^pE". Initially, I deciphered it as "Hoo - pee" ; I thought it was cutre and funny. Hence, I chatted up with her and realised her nick was actually "Hope", a nick inspired by one of her classes during her stint as a kindergarden teacher/assistant. She was called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jermaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I called her &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; for short. She was unique and we started to click. I later got to know that she was working at Modus media at as a CSR and she did tell her her job was quite routine at times. Endless days were spent chatting with her and we finally agreed to meet up. Ha.. I know some of you out there will be thinking... another chee hong kia.... NS guys are damn desperate. Haha. But not really, I just wanted to meet her up as a new friend and to see her as a real physical person instead as another online personality. Anyway, we agreed to meet outside hereen and at a given timing. When the day arrived, I was there earlier than the stipulated time and I waited.... and waited .... and waited. She was late... and I called... then I waited and waited and waited. Wah Lao!! Waited at the bus stop for close to 1 hour. I was thinking.... what the hell... kena fly aeroplane liao. *sigh* But just when I was about to leave, she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My 1st impression of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This gal is not as friendly as I thought her to be....quite guai lan leh... turn up so late and never even say sorry. Some kind of princess? Hmm... How come like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Ok.. never mind". I thought. "Let's just get this over and done with, since I'm already out." We walked a little, then ended up at taka coffee bean. Chatted a little, she seemed a little friendlier. Soon after, some dude called stanley turned up. (her then- bf). Seems fine to me, but didn't bother much. We chatted for another 5-10 mins and she told me she had to leave. Had to go more some DOG SHOW at marine parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was thinking... "Huh? DOG SHOW at marine parade?? Seems weird lor. But what the heck... how come meet up less than half an hour then need to leave? At least tell me in advance, so I can make other plans..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I smiled and bade farewell to her. Quite a boring and meaningless outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Overall Rating- 3/10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Should have gone to play C-S with my "banglah" buddies and fragged some kid's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't chat with her for the subsequent week as I didn't feel that she was a nice person. She was too different from her online personality. Oh well.. I did chat up on ICQ occasionally and that was it. Nothing else. Another person living in singapore. No big deal....or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ORD from the police force, entering a new chapter of my life. I got accepted into NTU engineering and looked forward to experiencing tertiary life for the first time. I had given up on ICQ by then and didn't chat with her anymore. In fact, I didn't keep in contact with her since I stopped ICQ. Things were going on their rountine cycle until one day, I received a sms from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Wanna meet up? I'm meeting up with my best gal fren from NAFA. We can hang out if you want**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not the exact words, but the meaning is there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... unexpected sms, but since I had nothing on then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I was single then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &amp; didn't feel like fragging people on C-S.  I agreed. We met up again but I didn't really expect anything out of it given the bad experience earler. This time round, she was early. wow... I thought... maybe it won't turn out as another disaster aferall. She was nicer, sweeter and friendly. Her NAFA friend on the other hand was too chatty, but bo-bian.... I tried to converse with her too. We hung out at a few places in town, had real conversations and my impression of her soon improved by a lot. I didn't know whether she was still with her then-bf but it wasn't really my concern. Soon, the meet ups started from once every month, to once every week to few times a week. Things turned up better than expected. We had dinners together, made silly jokes and shared happy friendship moments together. It was not long, that i realised that this girl was different from the others. Sure... she was not as chio as fann wong or fiona xie, but there was something in her which made me happy while hanging out with her. It was a warm, nice feeling which felt like warm chocolate melting on a nice plate of desert. One fine day, we met up again as usual and hung out in town.  (Singapore got not many places to go leh.. haha) then the most unexpected thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly recalled we were walking along CK tang towards far east plaza when she suddenly held my hand.  *Huh?* I thought. It took me completely by surprised. I never tell her on how I felt for her and neither did she tell me how she felt about me. In fact, we only began to hang out for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was a bit shy then, but also felt quite honoured, coz  that was the first time a gal actually initiated to hold my hand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Initially i just let her hold my fingers, but then she was quite brave. lol. She even asked me why I didn't want to hold her hand. Finally, I knew I had to give her credit for her actions and also knew I had to show her how I really felt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This girl is definitely different.&lt;/span&gt; I held her hand tight and gave her a nice hug on her waist.  Nothing else was said between the both of us. We walked down the streets of Orchard Road hand in hand feeling that this was going to be a new beginning. That night, we spoke over the
