<?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-18865092</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:07:56.012+08:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Ballet'/><category term='Homosexuality'/><category term='JJC'/><category term='University'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='NSF'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Favourites'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='06s05'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='News'/><category term='Crap'/><title type='text'>mytemple</title><subtitle type='html'>free joss sticks for sale! (irony intended)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7191427299626650161</id><published>2009-09-06T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:36:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparated!</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short message to let you guys now that I have shifted to another provider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun time finding! (hint: tuabehgong is a deity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All effort has been made to keep you guys in contact, or else I am still trying to inform you guys. haha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7191427299626650161?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7191427299626650161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7191427299626650161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7191427299626650161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7191427299626650161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparated.html' title='Apparated!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-2489552028232502940</id><published>2009-07-27T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:38:54.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Blogging from camp!</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe I am actually blogging from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should do so more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2489552028232502940?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2489552028232502940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2489552028232502940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2489552028232502940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2489552028232502940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-from-camp.html' title='Blogging from camp!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-4443645841367798672</id><published>2009-01-24T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:40:35.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Festivities Along the Corridor!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivities is &lt;s&gt;round the corner&lt;/s&gt; along the corridor because I am already halfway there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first Chinese New Year celebration on Wednesday with almost the whole company when the original plan was to have with it with only the IS people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner cum Lou Hei was at Farmart, some bird-don't-lay-eggs corner of Chua Chu Kang and Lim Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the entire HQ Armour, including my unit of course, was involved in the Chinese New Year celebration with the bosses and big bosses and big big &lt;s&gt;balls&lt;/s&gt;bosses of HQ Armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played 3 rounds of BINGO! which none did I took part. Then got to lou hei again with my platoon mates but this time the lou hei quality lousier but more violent. Edwin Ng got veggie strands on his head! LOL! But I must say the food catered seems really not bad though I only ate the Ice Kacang because thats the only thing we get to make ourselves, as in add in the ingredients ourselves! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my platoon mates went to PS with me to celebrate my &lt;s&gt;20th&lt;/s&gt; BIRTHDAY at Manhattan's Fish Market!! They finally got rid of the non-existent butter cod and replaced it with something called Cherry something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I really have an ability to quickly forget things that ain't appealing to me. Like the Cherry something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, my family brought me to the long-ago-wanted-to-go restaurant called the Prima Revolving Restaurant at Harbourfront area. LOL. My parents kept telling me that they brought me there once when I was much much much younger. And the restaurant is still revolving after so so so many years! PLUS POINT: you don't get dizzy with the spinning. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dinner is really a 1x expensive one. Though the food is exemplary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wished it was 2010, because I will ORD on my birthday next year which is this date. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found many SMSes left by my loved ones and writings on my Wall. Once again, I really thanks everyone for remembering this date and spending the effort to SMS me or write on my wall. THANKS ALOT, especially when I saw SMSes and writings from friends whom we rarely communicate with each other in Nan Hua Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some really LOL SMS such as one from Meiting which wished my a Happy 18th Birthday! HAHA! After I exposed her, she aid she meant me to be always as young as 18 years old. HAHA. I AM! LOLOLOL. I mean mental age. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is infuriating because I got tricked! LOL! because Chrsitine wrote a sms with a FULL STOP in the middle and blank blank the middle part, and I really thought it was a full stop. So only reading till there, I replied her and THAT EXPOSED ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she replied me, I shouted OMG! in my room lah! And laughed silly myself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Hong, you cannot believe yourself man. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is still to have the usual Reunion Steamboat on the Redwood table and maybe some visiting at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be seeing most of my relatives = most of my angbao! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday most probably is rest already because I need to book in at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on, only you will know when I will blog again, because when I blog again, you will see it here. LOL! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter February, there will be a 2 day course, equipment test, 2 weeks of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all let Mr March wait for us to catch up first ba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4443645841367798672?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4443645841367798672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4443645841367798672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4443645841367798672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4443645841367798672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/01/festivities-along-corridor.html' title='Festivities Along the Corridor!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5977061482420618158</id><published>2009-01-18T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:37:02.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Sneak Preview at 2009!</title><content type='html'>BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my first 6 months of 2009 is going to be a blockbuster, topping box office all around Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the past week has been a simulation of what I will be doing for the next 5 months. And who knows what will happen again after June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my tone, I am quite certain everything will pass quite fruitfully with at least an overseas trip in bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my Aunt's husband's funeral yesterday night. It was somewhat not as sombre as what I thought it would be. Perhaps I only felt sadness fromhis immediate family. Somethings doesn't tally with what I thought a funeral is always like. Quite glad that my cousins took it well, perhaps because they were all mentally prepared for some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I garner, is really really such a profound intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is has many identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lets one misunderstand the wrong identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps one guessing if it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one seek for cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one keep a portion of conscious for the loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one think of her whenever he sees something related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one's insides burn when they are not together, just like how Dumbledore felt when he drank the potion in the cave that was hiding the Horcrux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed everyone has loved something or somebody at a certain point in life. I don't know about others, but I felt it has a life of its own. It grows. It has roots like a fungus, hard to rid of it and it grows again at every chance it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said it well, &lt;em&gt;try to rediscover what it was that brought you two together in the beginning, and see if it's still there today. if it's gone, it's time to move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I guess I tried to move on, but realised that I am still rooted to the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the readers, do believe that nothing is too late, except for latecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I typed that chunk of incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I will try to blog as often as possible, with more interesting entries than today's. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5977061482420618158?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5977061482420618158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5977061482420618158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5977061482420618158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5977061482420618158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneak-preview-at-2009.html' title='Sneak Preview at 2009!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-9065521332863284953</id><published>2009-01-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:48:07.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><title type='text'>First Cohesion in 2009!</title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up terribly late today for my company cohesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet at Vivo tram station at 10am and I woke up at 9.20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushed, bathed, packed, cabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! I cabbed down. Or else I would have been late. Again, for cohesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried ice all the way from Beach Station to the end of Siloso Beach that is nearest to Rasa Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down and was all ready to play beach volley!! Although I really suck at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I roughly played throughout ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how well one play, it is how well one played his heart out that matters. Although there are people who felt that the cohesion did not cater to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tut tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that 2009 in army will be as enjoyable as 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-9065521332863284953?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/9065521332863284953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=9065521332863284953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/9065521332863284953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/9065521332863284953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-cohesion-in-2009.html' title='First Cohesion in 2009!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7444741021815063856</id><published>2009-01-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:59:01.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Brand New 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAF86WVNEO4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAF86WVNEO4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blasting video for a I-hope-is-a-blasting year! Listen for the part when he sang ~touch my body, know you love my COCK!~ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav already made quite some plans for the coming year, so lets see if time and opportunity presents itself for me to begin on the ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my New Year's resolution, I do have quite a few. But I would very much prefer to keep them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the British mental health charity Mind has warned people that making self-improvement New Year's resolution will often leave people worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind urged people not to make resolutions focusing on physical imperfections -- such as attempting to LOSE WEIGHT (holy!)-- because they create a negative self image and lead to feelings of low self-esteem, hopelessness and even mild depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Mind suggested resolution-makers focus instead on being active, connecting with nature, learning something new and working for one's community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather sure next year will turn out well, probably because I am rather shielded from what is happening outside camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope everything goes well for all my family and friends and may you find love. (Because Dumbledore says love is morepowerful than any magic). HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking about the recession and the recession will be over soon. Dwell in it and it will forever live in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have predicted that one of the clique girls will hav a boyfriend by this time next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7444741021815063856?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7444741021815063856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7444741021815063856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7444741021815063856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7444741021815063856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-2009.html' title='Brand New 2009!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-6186704916601442278</id><published>2008-12-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:16:40.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Sanitary Tsai</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285971283760110786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVuK4FVv3MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/C9NCc8v4_9M/s400/071408193417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the comments in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather Kim Yein Might most probably murder me when she see me the next time after I blog about this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything about her! So I am innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6186704916601442278?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6186704916601442278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6186704916601442278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6186704916601442278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6186704916601442278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/12/sanitary-tsai.html' title='Sanitary Tsai'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVuK4FVv3MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/C9NCc8v4_9M/s72-c/071408193417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-5545694786620680080</id><published>2008-12-30T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:13:43.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Genting - KL Trip (20-23 Dec 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Long entry + photos from a camera phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All armed with powerful clothes, state-of-the-art luggage and my trusty backpack, my parents and I set off for Golden Mile Complex where we are going to take the Five Star 26-seater bus to the Malaysian custom and then transfer to another bus from there to Genting Highlands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached Golden Mile at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus left Golden Mile at 11.10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached near the Tuas Checkpoint at about 12am of 20th Dec 2008. Stupid jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was finding the next bus to board at the Malaysian customs by looking out for the bus plate number that Five Star provided us with. Luckily I recognise the driver, or else I will never have found the next bus to board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because they changed a bus at the very last minute, thus the number that Five Star gave was inaccurate. I wonder how my parents can manage if I am not there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to slept throughout the journey to Genting. But there were 2 stopovers for you to eat and shit and DISTURB YOUR SLEEPING. LOL. The food there is not bad. Just a little overpriced and don't buy the local produce there. Firstly, it will be a burden to your movement. Secondly, its expensive. Most shops in Genting and KL sell freshly made local delicacies that is much cheaper anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally reached Genting at 6.20am without even realising that I made it through the curvy topsy-turvy winding road up to Genting. You might wonder why the bus took so long to reach even when the recommended speed on Malaysia's North-South Highway is 110km/hr. If I didn't remember wrongly, the whole journey is about 450 - 500km from the Malaysian customs and the bus travels at 100km/hr after my meticulous calculations. and there was a total of 1 hr break in between. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771100446179698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVO50jyRwXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/I3RelcxgskU/s400/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285228074476328610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjm7nAVVqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mr5DQVQPIS8/s400/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Landscape of Whole Genting Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats right! What I love about Genting in December is the super good weather and the mist! It just soothes nerves and moisten up your skin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked to First World Hotel and went to quickly get a queue number for getting the room keys later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285227947924370178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjm0Pj_swI/AAAAAAAAAds/6hFRfJ0Dh-8/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the stupid part. Although we reach Genting darn early at 6.30am, WE CAN ONLY CHECK IN AT 2PM!!! Luckily they have a luggage deposit thing so we can go explore and walk around the place. Ate our breakfast at a Hainan &lt;s&gt;Restoran&lt;/s&gt; Restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224388786113282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjjlEvTywI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mcOAlwrHlzA/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Walk this way down and we get to go to see the outdoor theme park which I didn't even sit one ride on it. Can't bear to leave my parents doing nothing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we really did walk around the whole place, from First World Hotel to Genting Hotel to Highland Hotel to Theme Park Hotel just to see the changes because the last time we went there is eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the indoor theme park at around lunch time and had a hard time deciding what to eat because nothing seemed to satisfy my mother! Then I suddenly thought of the attractive signboard I saw just now near the stairs to the outdoor theme park. It looked like this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283777591900948578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVO_uaVsyGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UqpKw56o5l8/s400/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And surprisingly, my mother okayed! So we ended up ordering 2 claypots of Bak Kut Teh with 3 bowls of white rice which tasted special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not really MMM YUM YUM and it cost RM60++. The vinegar pig trotter BKT is oily to the max and the normal BKT has meat that is cut ready for us to eat. And we wereall ready to see some ribs! So, I think the best thing for that meal is the fried doughsticks and the saltish white rice. ZZZ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still dare to write MMM YUM YUM. Golden colour some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, we went to the First World Hotel Tour &lt;s&gt;Kaunter&lt;/s&gt; Counter at 1.30pm and waited til 2pm to collect our room keys. Luckily I felt something wrong because I already had a queue number, so it's nonsense if I still need to queue again. So I went straight to the front and asked the tuan tuan about this. He wrote me a paper and we don't have to queue! Good news for my dad's leg because it was already hurting a bit after all the walking. And all these while, my mother was outside enjoying the moisturising mist and the cold weather! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283777498494625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVO_o-X5ZpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pk8R8UhSxS8/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But the First World words too blur due to the mist! So I got my mother to take again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284871586328331074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVeitRKnw0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/tKylcdsg_u0/s400/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this weird chinese man who came to us asking us to donate him RM25 so that he can take a bus back to Ipoh where he lives. He still showed us his IC to prove that he is from Ipoh, Perak. Then my mother being my mother, asked irrelevant questions like: you gambled all your money until you have nothing left right? etc. So to stop the 'harrassment', I told the man that we were also leaving for home and we were just waiting for bus. And that will mean that we have nothing left for him too. My mother suddenly added that we too gambled finish all our money -.- Mother later revealed to me that she was quite scared actually when the man approached her! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mist was the most obedient after we got the room keys and I got my parents to take picture together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874446194790050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVelTu_6zqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-0Ox_ga-Zrg/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we settled down in our room equipped with nothing special but a small TV (YES. There was no kettle, no cupboard, no bathtub), we all went to sleep because we still feel tired after the whole journey! Woke up at around 7pm to settle our dinner. Thats right, we got ourselves into a debate on what to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a walk around the whole indoor theme park again, suggesting to my mother what to eat. and we ended up eating chicken rice from a stall so near the MM YUM YUM Bak Kut Teh lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The untasty-ness has diffused into that chicken rice stall too! The chicken taste like chicken paste when bitten and the roast meat's supposed-crispy skin sticks to your teeth like stubborn gummy bears. 2 plates of such stuff cost us RM24++. My dad was still saying any food that can be eaten is good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up buying a Pan Pizza for RM32 ad we ate at the Starbucks (There are, I bet, in total 6 Starbucks and Coffee Bean shops added together), enjoying the cold breeze and mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on 21st Dec 2008 at about 8.30am and determined to not eat at the indoor theme park, we walked to the Genting Hotel without knowing that there was actually a ferry service! Managed to find a good eating place that sells food that is not bad. We ended up eating noodles that comes with a complementary drink with the food. Of course, the food is still not exactly cheap but its better than all of the MMM YUM YUM neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the Highland Hotel to take a ferry service to bring us to our next destination: the Chin Swee Cave Temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874794380298898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVeloAF0CpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JUbxFFlbTJ8/s400/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875199288875682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVel_kfimqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nN5rdGcbekQ/s400/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875434228137922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVemNPtbP8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/weM3ye_XVNg/s400/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875710534666114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVemdVCCR4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/0-I-QklbMuA/s400/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284876118027873506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVem1DD_LOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/RrlkQbX5drw/s400/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the temple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284877530304616450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVeoHQNAGAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XjTjgMR7JwM/s400/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284877846388062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVeoZptKuQI/AAAAAAAAAac/GSvlmbBESBY/s400/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284878383934466322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVeo48ON6RI/AAAAAAAAAak/I2PPWZRSZg8/s400/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284878739716035154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVepNpnJ0lI/AAAAAAAAAas/5eAuerMxs7M/s400/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879117210441090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVepjn41VYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JRbacSVNNxQ/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879358885922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVepxsMwhUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9LCxZxKoZsE/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879493726647826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVep5ihSthI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p7z5fU4ORe4/s400/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224415103589698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjjmmx4nUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xM_N1ZJYkmM/s400/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224410555918770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjjmV1oqbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HoOukQi8UAw/s400/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224405296442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjjmCPrbFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xHZWAScvHmA/s400/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224417218319426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjjmuqE1EI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BBl2JSHhFS8/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285226482338121266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjle71ARjI/AAAAAAAAAck/tlZdN8DSYhg/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can tell you the best time to visit the temple is really December! Because all the fully developed clouds is below us, the mist above us and the cold weather really makes walking around no sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole scenery is really like temple in heaven and we were touring in heaven lah! Some of the ideas in the temple are quite similar to our Haw Par Villa, such as the different level of hell and how they settle souls of humans who err-ed while alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus back to Highland Hotel and this time, we took the ferry service back to First World Hotel, thinking of lunch! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we persuaded ourselves to go to the Mushroom Farm that we went so many years ago in search of memories. The miniature mushrooms and the giant teapot are all still there!!! Its like childhood memories alive again! But sadly, the mushroom farm shifted its focus from mushroom growing to providing food for visitors and we settled our lunch there: chicken rice with char siew and roasted meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the phone didn't manage to detect the memory card and all the photos I took at the farm was not saved. Or else You all could have seen the fattest pieces of char siew. The amount of lean meat a poiece is 10%. The rest is practically translucent fats! So we had half a kampong chicken, a plate of fatty char siew and roasted meat, 3 plate of rice, a pot of lotus peanut soup, barley drink and a bottle of Tiger beer for about RM60++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, its still better than the MMM YUM YUM and its neighbour! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a van that was on the way back to First World Hotel and went back to the hotel room to rest because my dad's leg is hurting again. (And my mother always ask him at this point of time, how are they going to climb the Great Wall together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway resting, my mother jio-ed me to go shop at the indoor theme park again. We actually went once after the dinner yesterday. Thats when I saw a lame Tropicana Life's t-shirt and bought it. HAHA! RM49.90 + a bad attitude from the attendant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because our lunch was too fatty-filled, we opted for a light meal for dinner = porridge. And the only place we remember selling porridge was MMM YUM YUM's neighbour!! OMG! And we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 small bowl of porridge, 1 small plate of pickled Cai Xing, of luncheon meat, of vegatables cost us RM24.60++. Ripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285226722517086834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjls6kIcnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/jaWkmulIqWs/s400/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285226737605464754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjltyxe0rI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5itBbvMXuKg/s400/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285226750487816194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjluiw36AI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nIHy1d3NqpA/s400/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the vegatables, nauseated at the cai xing and luncheon meat. The cai xing taste weird and the luncheon meat was the trademark finisher. It tasted like meat paste! Familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM YUM YUM and the neighbour. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the piece of luncheon meat was left behind by my father, the person who said any food that is edible is good food. Now you know how good the food taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. We bought a Pan Pizza AGAIN! And ate it at Starbucks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I say, the meals at Genting is the most difficult to settle. Because even the fast food is more expensive than the other outlets in other parts of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at the Hainan &lt;s&gt;Restoran&lt;/s&gt; Restaurant again and my dad wanted to go into the casino to see see. Was stopped by the security guard and he wanted to check my passport. AIYA. I look too young lah! HAHAHAHAHA! There, my first attempt at entering a casino failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went back to hotel room and packed our stuff and waited at the Five Star bus area for the KL-bound bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231110751752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjpsWAzkPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nFEihEJU-2k/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw a monkey on the way to the Five Star Tour counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother went to enjoy the mist again when she reached the bus boarding area and the scenery is very nice lah. Then, something caught her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wild herbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231134482940802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjptuaww4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/hv5Km-VR__Y/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And she began explaining what some of the plants can be used for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231124668497890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjptJ20P-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/BxAATlbOSmA/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And that place can see the Mushroom farm too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The double-decker bus set off for KL and we reached our next hotel (Ancasa Hotel) at 2+pm with a stopover for toilet and a chance for us to buy local produce again, though we didn't. And the whole trip to KL is about 3 hours. And the worst thing about KL is that there is constantly a jam outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way there:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285232591130566002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrCg2nnXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Ec9A9ni0RCw/s400/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285232599298760082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrC_SEXZI/AAAAAAAAAec/8MID2ZZZCmo/s400/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285232612186139650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrDvSqLAI/AAAAAAAAAek/JOKZ0480AAM/s400/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233088736941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrfelOVfI/AAAAAAAAAes/OYRxuDLFogI/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233089086614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrff4l6hI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-uqo54D56cg/s400/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233098653221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjrgDhcwSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CKDfIqWN-pY/s400/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we settled down in the hotel which at least has a boiling kettle, wardrobe and bath tub, we went down to Jalan Petaling which is KL's Chinatown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248093919681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5I5PknaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CYh7bNXgVKs/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about our hotel is that it is just beside Jalan Petaling, which has more affordable eating places and shops selling clothes and shoes and accessories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is also a Popular bookstore nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237746282640898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjvulSptgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JiP0OwTnaW4/s400/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One walk around the place revealed many unattractive shops selling good food, particularly a pastry shop along Jalan Tun H.S. Lee. Their egg tarts and other tarts are really wonderful! And their price is reasonable + good service attitude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then decided to walk our way down to Lot 10, a shopping centre that we used to go whenever we are in KL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still haven't reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after I got a map from Federal Hotel then I realised that Jalan Petaling and Lot 10 is so far away! My dad's leg was hurting and so he sat in Dome for coffee when we reached Lot 10 while my mother and I went to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285238228197863346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjwKokMb7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/wyR9KwCYnbM/s400/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shoping centre is like a usual shoppng centre along Orchard Road with all the usual brands that we see in Singapore. Even the pricings are all the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end we spend more time at the supermarket and Korean Food Festival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237749538305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjvuxa3NhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LWywtFWvX_U/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237759946669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjvvYMaPtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/otCgCntw7rA/s400/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the food for sampling at the Festival sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back to Jalan Petaling:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285238222192576898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjwKSMbCYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fXyJ5lPFxCY/s400/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate dinner(yes, after half an hour of debating) at a Hokkien restaurant in Jalan Petaling whose food is really commendable, especially the tofu with minced meat. HAHA. Went back to hotel and saw the KL Tower with disco light, just like our Changi Airport Control Tower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285238240107318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVjwLU7oS2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/f9dkCN-i6Xg/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Slept. &lt;p&gt;Next morning, we went straight down to KLCC (KL City Centre) IN A CAB. &lt;/p&gt;On the way to KLCC: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246382237928722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj3lQu1zRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FpfQChbNYss/s400/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246390002491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj3ltqDolI/AAAAAAAAAf8/M7xGZxwYOZE/s400/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246395724915602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj3mC-Y45I/AAAAAAAAAgE/YyMCKG5wYO4/s400/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the megamall is like a replica of a shopping centre in Singapore, with all the big name brands. We also checked out the tickets for the Petronas Towers' skybridge and the tickets were sold out! Or should I say, given out because the tickets are now free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247276079389730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj4ZSjQHCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pW75Xu-hed0/s400/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247288862751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj4aCLCvAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Fq1JDPmzBZQ/s400/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247295673431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj4abi1c-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/iOlk1x_TaOU/s400/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248085959899106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5Iblz9-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Fij0lsX_WjM/s400/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lazed around in KLCC for a while and took a cab back to hotel where we packed out stuff and prepared to go back to Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some scenery on the way back to Singapore:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248101095524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5JT-bSVI/AAAAAAAAAg0/BSoyjtZrKcg/s400/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248746333740162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5u3rNHII/AAAAAAAAAg8/REsACVJYOlo/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248758193512050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5vj2y3nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/r6dabJrZ878/s400/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248749162328898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVj5vCNl80I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4WZfQFIhmaw/s400/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, we spent S$700 for the bus tickets and hotel rooms. And most probably another S$200-300 for food and purchases. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will say KL is actually not very interesting if you are not there for the museums/big name brands because you will most probably just keep walking around in Jalan Petaling. And the streets are all filled with posters and advertisements of all sizes which makes me feel so stressed up! I think if I live there, I will go berserk soon because of all the traffic jams and messy streets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Genting, although the food is really expensive, I thought that the 2 nights there are more relaxing, maybe because the scenery there is superb, compared to the mess and dirt of KL. But if you are not on a budget constraint, it is a good place to go once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I still want to go Nepal-area countries some day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18865092-5545694786620680080?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5545694786620680080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5545694786620680080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5545694786620680080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5545694786620680080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/12/genting-kl-trip-20-23-dec-2008.html' title='Genting - KL Trip (20-23 Dec 2008)'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SVO50jyRwXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/I3RelcxgskU/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-2501543192007042173</id><published>2008-12-24T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:03:44.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog will be undergoing some construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2501543192007042173?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2501543192007042173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2501543192007042173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2501543192007042173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2501543192007042173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-6658118273391922502</id><published>2008-08-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:04:01.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Olympic Frenzy!</title><content type='html'>YESYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am already very late here. But I would still like to say that Olympics really rocks socks. Have been practically trying to update myself on the Olympic happenings everyday when I am in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have got no more socks. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those potatocrouch out there, you should have even hear something about a medal and a drought and a Feng while you were channel surfing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is going to get at least, and I think most probably, a silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we have broken a 40-odd years of a medal drought. Some people might claim a curse is broken. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Feng of the Singapore Table-tennis women's team was a heroine of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the match on TVMobile and I felt really happy when the South Korean lost. But something has been boggling in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have gotten ourselves a hard-earned Olympic medal, will the ever-endless hype about an Olympic medal turn to the people getting the medal?? Soon, we might continue to aim for the next Olympic medal being won by a true blue Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats my guess lah. We are still ever ambitious, not that we do not appreciate whatever that has been done because those athletes out there are still Singapore citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought that there will be Chinese Martial Arts when Olympics started. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs and hands have been getting rather itchy recently, considering the number of months I have not moved on dance mats. And I need some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer has been really cranky recently. Time to devote some of my time for a computer overhaul!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update again these few days. Now can't really think of stuff to write!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6658118273391922502?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6658118273391922502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6658118273391922502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6658118273391922502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6658118273391922502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-frenzy.html' title='Olympic Frenzy!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-6587510150749028375</id><published>2008-07-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:33:00.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Familiarisation!</title><content type='html'>It has been a few weeks since I entered my new unit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everything has been going fine. Lots of happenings already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I always never go nights-out during the weekdays, I spend all my weekends going out. Thats why I have no time to blog at all for the past 2 weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic Saturday I had yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong down JJC to get my A level certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong to Orchard to meet Richard get my long overdue books. YES its books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauntered down PA to meet up with DI and I was still quite early I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the floating platform and helped out with PA's item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong over to Marina Square to meet people. Half way stopped by some Prudential Financial Consultant. Don't know whats gotten into me. I actually bothered to listen to her speaking for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Ms Prudential, I have no money in my coffers except maybe some 1 cents which is lost in some cracks. Stop eyeing on my pitiful monthly allowances. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I met my friends, its already quite late. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, my keyboard is freaking dirty already. Got to clean it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the darn Prudential person said Economics is freaking difficult. Darn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have alot of things to pack. Blog again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am promoted to Lance Corporal from 1 Aug!! A little more money into my coffers. Officially a Lan Jiao Peng from then on. HAHA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got to help my dog bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of rest at home is not enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6587510150749028375?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6587510150749028375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6587510150749028375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6587510150749028375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6587510150749028375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/07/familiarisation.html' title='Familiarisation!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7403970957048635681</id><published>2008-07-13T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:08:35.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Back To Routine!</title><content type='html'>No more alternate days of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more messy weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is no more weekdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right thats right! I have received my newest posting and it is a stay-in unit. Meaning I will be in camp from Sunday night to Friday evening. Meaninging only weekend free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era of Saving is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my permanent unit for the next 1.5 years is 23rd Signal Battalion, back to Sungei Gedong Camp for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the inaccessibility, I guess everything there is rather fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important thing! There will only be updates on the weekends. NO MORE NUFFNANG ADS FOR ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to miss out on alot of things with my weekdays being used up. Thats why I missed out on Kim Yein's sis's gymnastics competition. Although I don't know the results but still congrats on being still in one piece! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met many people over the weekend when I went to sew my uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudine Chai Bao Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjolene and Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES! I managed to see the fly past for NDP NE Show yesterday from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN SUM. NOT ONLY YOU CAN SEE FROM YOUR HOUSE OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to continue my packing. Seems endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata people! I will be back soon~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7403970957048635681?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7403970957048635681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7403970957048635681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7403970957048635681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7403970957048635681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-routine.html' title='Back To Routine!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8540018361633308659</id><published>2008-07-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:00:24.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Last Day of Off!</title><content type='html'>Hello 9th July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up abruptly by my phone's alarm. 9.30am! SO, I was alarmed, and went back to sleep and woke up again at near 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got many things unfinished and I still wanted to go back Nan Hua because it is their elections tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to get a hair cut. So short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really still got alot of things undone and its clogging my brains up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, 1 unexpected appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daren Tan in Holland Village when I went to get the Pedigree DentaSticks for my Peanut. He was eating at the noodle stall there with a lady. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should tell myself one good thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TML IS PAY DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its only 500 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I miss my Suharto book too much. I should get it from Richard soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have much more to blog about when I receive my posting tml MORNING back at Stagmont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to listen to me rant about how much I have more to pack and prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw a book in Kino on Aquarius 2009. Says that it will be a bad year to start any weight loss programme. Too many temptations *plays the Temptation Island theme song again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA Hip Diner is macham Billy Bombers Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been missing the Oprah episodes on Hallmark recently. I am starting to miss her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard has not accompanied me to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gone out with Sexy Zi Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not got myself a new backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not planned where to go after ORD. Thailand? Turkey? India? Nepal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are many things waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I love spacings in my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8540018361633308659?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8540018361633308659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8540018361633308659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8540018361633308659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8540018361633308659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-of-off.html' title='Last Day of Off!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5888357495630280569</id><published>2008-07-08T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:39:58.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Good Rest Day.</title><content type='html'>Had a funny conversation with Jie Yim today when she is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WH: anyway ur PSP how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JY: no money this month again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JY: actually i not veri rich lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JY: my bill 150 my insurance 164. jiu buang liao leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WH: ur salary only 314 dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WH: tts less than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JY: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I was really giggling when I typed the reply. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a nice day! Woke up terribly late at 1 plus, had the minimally required 12 hours of sleep as according to Dr Teow Eih Ong from University of Commonwealth Avenue. I guess he is really a talent to lead in the revolutionary paradigm shift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper today and really thought that the Judge for Dave Teo's case is very grandfatherly. For your information, he recited a poem that I think he wrote himself while passing the sentence for Dave Teo, a poem that hoped he can forget about the past and look to the future and a new beginning. Most touching of all, he said his heart hurts for Dave Teo. WHERE on earth do you find a Judge so nice? In my memory of Hong Kong drama, judges always appear when the accused is goign to be sentenced to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am the Judge, I will feel so guilty after I passed the sentence even though I know it is already the best I could do for Dave Teo. It is really not an easy job, having to be the one who mete out the punishement. I guess it is really a moment of folly, resulting in 9 years 2 months of imprisonment and 18 strokes of cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start getting busy later already! Pack room plus army barang. Go jogging. Tml still need to cut hair. Then maybe going NH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, so many things and yet too little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw my brother try out his academic gown yesterday lah! I also want to wear my pyjamas!! I really thought it looked like maternity pyjamas. But its one that I can only wear it years away. LOL. At least the academic gown for Social Sciences in NUS is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful, I am a little intimidated by the mathematics in Economics when I saw it that day in Borders. Call me noob or what but I really got quite some catching up to do in mathematics. Alot of hope hangs on whether I can make it in Economics or not. Some of my future plans etcetc. BUT I BELIEVE EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In near future, I am going to back to Stagmont on the 10th of July, which is a Thursday cum Pay Day. POSTING POSTING POSTING = fate for the next 1.5 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I spent so much time distracting myself while blogging already. Shall end my short short post here but stay and listen to the song alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! I finished all 30 episodes of Bobby's show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5888357495630280569?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5888357495630280569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5888357495630280569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5888357495630280569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5888357495630280569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-rest-day.html' title='Good Rest Day.'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8401654719316953534</id><published>2008-07-04T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:37:04.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Offs and No More OFF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Now Playing: 流浪记－梁文音)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我就这样告別山下的家&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我实在不愿轻易让眼淚流下&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我以为我並不差 不会害怕&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我就这样自己照顾自己长大&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我不想因为现实把头低下&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我以为我並不差 能学会虛假&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;怎样才能夠看穿面具里的谎话&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;別让我的真心散的像沙&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;如果有一天我变得更复杂&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还能不能唱出歌声里的那个家&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我就这样告別山下的家&lt;br /&gt;我实在不愿轻易让眼淚流下&lt;br /&gt;我以为我並不差 不会害怕&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我就这样自己照顾自己长大&lt;br /&gt;我不想因为现实把头低下&lt;br /&gt;我以为我並不差 能学会虛假&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;怎样才能夠看穿面具里的谎话&lt;br /&gt;別让我的真心散的像沙&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我变得更复杂&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还能不能唱出歌声里的那幅画&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;怎样才能夠看穿面具里的谎话&lt;br /&gt;別让我的真心散的像沙&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我变得更复杂&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;还能不能唱出歌声里的那个家&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;原唱: 纪晓君&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark the date everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day I will set foot in Sungei Gedong Camp for task I have been doing for more than a month! Hope I don't have to go to the birds-don't-lay-eggs camp which is hardly accessible and mosquitoes-infested!! But I think I will miss some of my bunk mates there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this leads to my title for the entry! I don't have to smell the weird odour of the insect repellent OFF! every night or the vapours of mosquito coils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I am clearing my offs now! though I would prefer to save it first, no choice. But still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-U-R-R-A-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of Sungei(pronouce soon-i, not sun-gey) Gedong Camp. And I am getting my unit posting soon. Wish me a lucky fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, some people out there might ask why I chose a new blog song. HAHA! Just listen to it and you will understand. The meaning behind the lyrics is really quite touching. So I used this version because I cannot really find the original singer's. Heard this song quite long ago, forgotten about it until I watched the episode when the singer was eliminated during the show and they was showing the past songs she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I even considered putting the Too Late To Apologise song on my blog because I have been singing it these few days in camp! HAHA! I think I am going to irritate people because I have a hunch that I will keep singing it tml when I meet my friends. Its too late to apologise, ITS TOO LAAAAAAAAAAATE~! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the girls are back from Taiwan safe and sound (cliche), it is going to be noisy again. HAHA! Really really, the presents are not important &lt;s&gt;(like real)&lt;/s&gt;. ALL I wish for is for you all to be back home safely. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the past few off shifts, went out with Richard again because he was comtemplating buying a new MemoryStick for his PSP and in the end, we realised that it is actually quite unneeded. Ate the always-heard-of chicken chop rice at Far East. Finally got a taste of it. We ended up in bookstores again looking at books that we know we will be tempted to buy. And we always give in. *plays the music of the Temptation Island show I watched eons ago* I really have to start learning more cantonese from him but his accent is too heavy lah, I think. Very difficult for me to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwave! Almost forgotten that I will be watching Soundwave tml at the Esplanade with Koon Hui and Esther and Jan and still need to collect the cumbersome tickets from JieYim. The show has better be nice though its records for the past few years has been dismal. Its 24 dollars for a ticket!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I think I am going to the Cold Storage at Holland Village later. Heard that they sell the metal chopsticks that I am looking for. People people, its time to stop using those sufferable wooden chopsticks and turn to the metal ones. Besides saying NO! to cigarettes because I have been offered one too many times in camp, we should start NO! to those ignorant hawker aunties who gives free wooden chopsticks with every order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I listen to my own blog song too many times until I felt a dementor near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you guys seen an advertisement that was advertising a product that reduces dark rings around your eyes at the bus stops? I think the advertisement is rather frightening because it makes me think of Shutter. Must the advertisers make the panda stuff toy sit on the lady's shoulders? Reminds me of the scene when the lead in the show had a sudden increase in weight and realised that a ghost was sitting on the shoulders after taking a picture. God-like show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. bobby needs me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~! (See see?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8401654719316953534?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8401654719316953534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8401654719316953534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8401654719316953534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8401654719316953534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/07/offs-and-no-more-off.html' title='Offs and No More OFF!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-543046612839147176</id><published>2008-06-28T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:09:29.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Spiderman!!</title><content type='html'>YEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spiderman craze is really back!! Or at least for me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really enjoy those shows on my PSP tml when I am back in camp, provided that I don't get any rubbish. People there are getting sick and tired of the norms already, just as everything is going to end soon. Bad omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below is the lyrics for the original 1967 Spiderman TV cartoon series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can!&lt;br /&gt;Spins a web any size, catches thieves just like flies!&lt;br /&gt;Look out! Here comes the Spider-Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he strong? Listen, bud, he's got radioactive blood!&lt;br /&gt;Can he swing from a thread? Take a look overhead!&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! There goes the Spider-Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the chill of night, at the scene of the crime&lt;br /&gt;Like a streak of light, he arrives just in time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spider-Man, Spider-Man, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!&lt;br /&gt;Wealth and fame he's ignored, action is his reward!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To him, life is a great big bang-up!&lt;br /&gt;Wherever there's a hang-up, you'll find the Spider-Man!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I think except for the first verse, the rest are pretty childish. LOL But I think it is really nice to be able to take a look at what filled our childhood days. We are all young people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Esther, Jan and Koon Hui just now. Roamed around at Vivocity and going out with people, especially Koon Hui who induces a spending disease. I really wonder how much we spent tonight just on eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, either in camp or just now, I was on an exuberant mood. Irrational exuberance I should say! It really feels good! *does the M1 advertisement action*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I am really addicted to that action already. Because the advertisement is plain stupid, it is catchy especially with the 3 good-for-nothings + 1 fat boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how come I haven't eat any durians this durian season!! I see durian every other day when I book out from camp and yet I have not eaten any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, random. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I need to change my blog song before the girls come back from Taiwan. Monday it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sleep I really need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and I shall hug my dog to sleep tonight! Long time no 1x good hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then~! (See, trademarks of a blog with international standards. We don't use byebye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-543046612839147176?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/543046612839147176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=543046612839147176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/543046612839147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/543046612839147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiderman.html' title='Spiderman!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-907834768105951426</id><published>2008-06-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:50:00.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*NEWSFLASH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SGEFKwni0kI/AAAAAAAAARM/oMc2dcO-Z00/s1600-h/phpxPJ9PG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215455525879337538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SGEFKwni0kI/AAAAAAAAARM/oMc2dcO-Z00/s400/phpxPJ9PG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs Lee Kuan Yew has suffered another massive haemorrhage while in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement from Minister Mentor's Office said on Tuesday she is critically ill, with guarded prognosis for recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee, 87, has been at Tan Tock Seng Hospital since May 12 after suffering a stroke, and has been under close observation. - CNA/ac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NEWSFLASH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, get well soon. There has been many cases of husbands, who are deeply attached to their spouse, dying right after their wife left the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, didn't post any entry the day before because I was busy with people. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rushed out from home to Changi Airport to send the few girls to Taiwan with my mother nagging that this kind of thing is not important because they are going for vacation. LOL Ate Popeye there but I think the taste has changed a bit somehow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that met up with Esther and Koonhui at City Hall MRT. LOL Talked about alot of rubbish. Mainly problem solving. Then Esther left for house warming and it was Koonhui and me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just kept walking and talking and sometimes eating. But I wonder how much had he absorbed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is totally slacking at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gues our next outing is with Jan when she finishes her mid years with a bang. Yes, a bang. Because I think she will bang her head against the wall when she receives her results. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall post something more interesting next time. Because the weather is so freaking warm, nothing is coming out from my brain. Even if something is coming out, it has melted already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, please stop global warming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-907834768105951426?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/907834768105951426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=907834768105951426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/907834768105951426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/907834768105951426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/newsflash-mrs-lee-kuan-yew-has-suffered.html' title=''/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SGEFKwni0kI/AAAAAAAAARM/oMc2dcO-Z00/s72-c/phpxPJ9PG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-1894788016801072810</id><published>2008-06-20T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:04:31.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>New Entertainment!</title><content type='html'>I know I know! I didn't blog on the last time I booked out from camp! But I should be pardoned because I was out on a mission! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went like this. I suggested to Richard (BMT goody friend) that we should go sun tanning because the sun was simply fabulous at that time when I called him. And he, being the lazy bum, refused to face the sun like some vampire. LOL And he also didn't want to go to Queensway SC because its too far. I thought there was no place in Singapore that is near for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met in Wheelock Borders. He really looked pissed because I 'caused' him to wake up too early. -.- BUT the main mission for the day is to source for a PSP! Haha! And so we were in Far East because I had unreliable sources saying that there is a shop that sells PSP at a lower price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really met all sorts of shopkeepers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From old Ah Beng who self proclaim that all this stuff are real to ah peks who talk with his hand half covering his mouth and seemed to treat us as non-existent. This is what I call desensitised uncles. Someone who answers so many queries everyday but yet none bought anything from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to spot real and fake Sony Memory sticks (4Gb)!! By using your naked eye, the words on the true blue original Sony memory card will look greyish and less bright than the fake ones, on which the words are purely white in colour and bright. One thing is that the fonts and font size are the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are using a PSP, you can go to check the memory card information. Real Sony ones will have Magic Gate supported while fakes do not support Magic Gate, although I don't know what that is. Can it be eaten?? ZzzZZZzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to take note, fake Sony memory cards cracks and breaks easily. Really easily. Especially at the comb-like part. Somemore, even fakes have difference in quality. Some fakes are better than some. Ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in then end, we went to a ulu shop and found what we want! We really spent alot of time in Far East because of indecisiveness! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, stupid Richard don't even want to reply my sms on whether we are going out today! I think he is just scared that I will drag him to Sentosa! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*NEWSFLASH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If KY/PF/IVY/YS is reading this, please be informed that there is a high possibility that I might not be able to meet you all while you guys are on the way to the airport because my newest state-of-the-art Golden Arrow Sensors sensed that I will fall victim to Golden Arrows on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, there might be a chance that I might not even be able to make it to the airport by 1215 on Sunday. It all depends on luck then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I will inform you guys again on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*NEWSFLASH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I have spent some time zhng-ing the PSP version. LOL and watching all-time favourite Bobby Ouyong's Forensic Scientist 2. And doing all the things that I need to do, like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. The stupidest thing happened this morning. Samaritan Teo was half dragging and half carrying the 3 bags of rubbish and 1 ration bag for about 100m. When he is left with 25 more metres to go, a bag of rubbish broke open. And very very unfortunately, that bag contains nothing but Me Tai Mak(老鼠粉). Lots of it. So there was a &lt;s&gt;unsightly&lt;/s&gt; picturesque trail of Mak on the road. I really tried to pick big chunks of it up already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will get into trouble tml. Maybe they might ask me to eat up all the leftover food in future so that there wouldn't be anymore such incidents in future. LOL JOKING LAH. Those people are so nice, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT. KEEP STILL THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard 4 gunshot-like audio signals. I hope they are not culling anymore crows in my area again. The last time they did it, a dead crow fell onto the back ofmy Dad's lorry. The sight was unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to continue with more entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for the links to watch it online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1894788016801072810?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1894788016801072810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1894788016801072810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1894788016801072810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1894788016801072810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-entertainment.html' title='New Entertainment!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-2061786916103844954</id><published>2008-06-16T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:45:25.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Lizard Galore!</title><content type='html'>WOOTS. I am back from camp, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally brought my bedsheet and pillow case home to give it a thorough wash to rid it of the greyish shade and weird stains, though the few small brownish weird stains is still there. I really thought that the bedsheet wouldn't dry up in time for me to to bring back camp tml and use. But it is dry like dry biscuits within hours. Maybe this is one good side of global warming. LOL JOKING LAH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling rather siao on today! Even though I had night duty again yesterday (badly woken up at 3 am!!), I still went to have a good run after soaking the bedsheet and pillow case. Stamina really is CMI. At least at SI, there was something that pushes me to run even with aching tendons. I really miss SI and the warrant officers there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and had breakfast. Was drinking Vitasoy and eating some cake-ish thingy that we all had eaten before when we were young. It was bought by my brother's girlfriend and seriously, it looked rather nice to eat. So, eat lor. Vitasoy plus nice cake-ish thingy plus good 'ol newspaper to read, relaxing isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, my mother returned home. I think she was enticed by the packaging of the cake-ish thingy and she, unlike me, took out the packet from the plastic bag and suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *a spine-chilling scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my dog pee-ed at some forbidden place lah. So I went to the living room and took a look. My mother was holding on to the bag of cake-ish thingy and asking me if I ate anything from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN I SAW A FARTING BIG LIZARD SLEEPING COMFORTABLY UNDER ALL THE CAKE-ISH THINGY IN THE BAG LAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how nice the cake-ish thingy are? Even the lizard risk being killed to be able to lie with all the cake-ish thingy. Seems like I made a right choice to eat it! I guess this is what will happen when even houseflies and mozzies are not enticing. The kingdoms of houseflies and mozzies really need to buck up and pull up the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was still laughing, saying I shared saliva with a lizard, large one some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing my mother said is to buy the cake-ish thingy again and leave it there to attract more lizard because she really hates the lizards. Once, she bought those sticky pads that attracts lizards to it. After a few days, you will find dismembered pieces of the lizards stuck on the sticky pads because when the lizard is stuck, it kept moving trying to break free until it tore its body. And the bad thing about it. Hordes of ants will come out to claim the lizard. So the sticky pads will have a trail of dead ants, sacrificed themselves for the rest to be able to reach the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I should have kept the lizard in the bag and brought it to my current camp. I think the lizard will find the mozzies at night to be challenging. Tough wings to crack. The mozzie coils are bad for health. WE NEED NATURAL PREDATORS OF MOZZIES IN CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Don't. Don't be jealous. You people out there might not even have such a close encounter with the lizard, moreover I met a big one. HAHA! I should have taken a picture of it for safekeeping! Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the lizard is safely lying together with the rubbish in the rubbish chute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this small article on the Straits Times yesterday claiming that we might have found a new source of crude oil which is produced as by-products by bacteria, just now how ethanol is produced from yeast. And if it feeds on the Brazilian sugar canes, a barrel of crude oil might just cost USD50!! It is really something to look forward to amid all the noise about having not enough crude oil production as demand is outstripping the supply. Isn't that the purpose of abolishing subsidies and raising prices so that demand will decrease because it is no longer worth it to consume oil, though we learn that it is a commodity we are all too dependent on. I suddenly thought of Ms Lai. (Shall not post her cute picture here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't really be too concerned with the oil thing actually. What we have forgotten is the core of the current problem. We are facing global warming because of too much carbon dioxide being released into the air. Yes, we need carbon caps, we need to reduce production levels to that of many years ago. However, we also need to constantly replenish the lungs of Earth. Have we been focusing on reforestation? Are we all giving it up because we all deem it as something which only produces effect in the long term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it? It is precisely because trees help in the long term, that is why we should start now. By the time carbon caps are taking its effect, we will realise that the lungs are working. Reducing carbon production is not going to work well, because it is a reduction, not a ban. Allowing the nature to take its natural path is the one more certain way of preventing a catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch An Inconvenient Truth and National Geographic's 6 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I getting so anal about the global warming thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot get to have a good sleep in camp due to the thermometer bulb blasting temperature. I will keep tossing on the bed to get to a new cooler spot. Just when I was about to fall asleep, the guy sleeping on the upper level of the double decker bed starts his choosing of the cooler spot. So the double decker will start to shake like people shaking their bombom. And the most irritating thing is that there is a wall fan! But it only turns for 5 degrees before it turns away again! So it is practically only blowing cool air to the lifeless aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must try to fix that tml when I return to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MUST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2061786916103844954?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2061786916103844954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2061786916103844954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2061786916103844954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2061786916103844954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/lizard-galore.html' title='Lizard Galore!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5109337599725297238</id><published>2008-06-14T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:20:05.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>It Was A Black Friday!!</title><content type='html'>Fridays the 13th have never been a bad day for me, at least in contrast to what everyone say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no spoilt doorlocks, no banana peels for me to step on outside my house, no dead rats/birds on the to camp, no traffic jams, no vehicle breakdown, I didn't forget to bring camp pass, I didn't kena any bird shit. None of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND someone else got the morning Golden Arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, the day felt weird. It was warmer than usual in the afternoon, my head felt a bit giddy a bit headache-y. I really wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my phone. A missed call from the Golden Bow. Within half an hour, I realised that I kena the Night Golden Arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off is that there are people who have not done their share and yet the cycle is deemed completed and it was my turn again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really lost my source of optimism yesterday until night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for the past half year, I have managed to tell myself to look at things in different perspectives and savour the benefits that is hidden. Yesterday really made me feel like being demented. LOL like many dementors flying past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my first bad Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one happy thing to look forward to: Dad's Day Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one good day for my dad to relax a bit, though he still have to drive me to camp tml! HAHA! But he has always been the one organising celebrations for the -days during the year, until a point when we might panic a little on how to celebration his day. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the dinner is a night one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you not planned for a Dad's Day celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I took a good look at my parents and really looked closely. I really felt that that have grown older, more wrinkles, more white hair. Take a good look at your parents and spot the differences. It makes you want to provide them with a good life in future, no matter what has happened between you and your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone care to share how you guys celebrated or intend to celebrate this day with your Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short post today! Many things to do. Go jogging, calculate my meagre income, prepare for the dinner, feed the dog etcetc. Plus I have less things to write due to the Night Golden Arrow. Actually I do have thigns to write. But maybe today is just not the day. HAHA. I am ironic, or ironicer. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5109337599725297238?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5109337599725297238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5109337599725297238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5109337599725297238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5109337599725297238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-black-friday.html' title='It Was A Black Friday!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-6717439191277120507</id><published>2008-06-12T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:41:58.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Sour Grapes</title><content type='html'>*NEWSFLASH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's Ministry of Defence has declared a three-day time-out (12-14 June) on all physical and endurance training activities in the army, navy and air force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This follows the deaths of two servicemen within two days. 20-year-old Officer Cadet (OCT) Lam Jia Hao Clifton, a pilot trainee with the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF), died on Wednesday, one-and-a-half hours after he collapsed while he was undergoing jungle orientation training in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day earlier, 20-year-old army recruit Andrew Cheah Wei Siong died after he fainted while taking part in a two-kilometre walk training activity on Pulau Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defence Minister Teo Chee Hean said the time-out will allow the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF) to review and re-focus on training activities to ensure that proper procedures are in place before training resumes. - CNA/ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NEWSFLASH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that there will always be fishes who can escape from the fishing nets. LOL Just like how Mas Selamat escaped from a detention centre. Nothing is perfect, right? The training methodology can be changed and refined numerous times but it certainly cannot cover for all people, for everybody has different physical weakness. Of course, changes have to be made and I can understand the feeling of the deceased's family members. But the presence of conscription has always and will always be a controversial issue, though we all know its presence is a must to deter aggressors. So, I really hope the family members can understand the dilemma the government is facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, booked out TODAY!!! Although I do that every other day. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching videos of Jam Xiao on Youtube since I returned home. LOL All the way until now. HAHA. Some of the songs he sing is really very very very nice. Especiallyn the one he was competing with Lai Ming Wei for the Highest-Pitched voice. His ending attempt was so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. Was in mood today, so I went to cut my supposedly long hair and bought a big basket of crimson seedless grapes at Holland Village Cold Storage without even deciding if it will be nice. LOL It really feels good sometimes to do something without even weighing the consequences, just going with your heart. Oh yah. So the sign there wrote a price per 100grams. So after taking one basket of grapes, I was walking around searching for the non-existent weighing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a machine, really! It has a touch screen and a silver box by the side. I thought the weighing machines nowadays have became so advanced and I was just a step from putting my grapes on the silver box until I touched the screen and it showed me lists of recipes and cooking tips! -.- HOW CAN A WEIGHING MACHINE TEACH YOU RECIPES!?!? But there is seriously no machines around that produces the sticker showing the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to act dumb (live longer) and go to the cashier and try to pay money. HAHA! And it worked! Because the cashier's conveyor belt (something Peifang is buying for her Dad because she said the belt she bought for her Dad is not big enough!! AHAH!!) has a in-built weighing machine! RAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLD STORAGE GOT NO MORE STICKERS SHOWING PRICE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home feeling like a sour grape then, as in not like the fox-didnt-eat-grape thing but the feeling went juice splurts out of a grape when you bite into it, just that the juice is SOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued to watch the videos like nobody's business while eating sweet grapes! There was one when Jam was invited to SPOP. That is one of the few rare times when I felt Quan Yi Feng didnt compere well enough. Jam Xiao was like even more awkward lah! The most hilarious video is the one below in 康熙来了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRmOqiWzViU&amp;amp;hl=" color1="0x234900&amp;amp;color2=" width="400" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a pity that I don't have that cable channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got videos where he was invited to shows like 棒棒糖 when those 棒棒糖 guys really cannot sing for nuts! I think they were disturbing Jam Xiao and the Youtube comments for them was really bad! The other funny one was when he was interviewed by 国光帮帮忙.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until just now when I was bugging Tracy to tell me more about FASS de system. LOL. Now I need to start deciding what exposure modules I want to do and have high chance of being able to do well! Mentioning about university makes me think of Economics and reminded me that Credit Suisse estimated that inflation for June might reach 8.5%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making plans for the future already Wei Hong! Well Done! No need clap. Crap. I still got 1.5 years to go. ZZzZZZzzzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should post the funny videos of Jam Xiao here! LOL. Beats you reading tonnes of words I have typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today. Farewell my people. I will miss you all. (See, I didn't use commonly used word like Bye because my blog is going INTERNASIONAL, sia lah!, with visitors from US, Turkey, Germany, Russia. High standards. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU. YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6717439191277120507?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6717439191277120507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6717439191277120507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6717439191277120507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6717439191277120507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/sour-grapes.html' title='Sour Grapes'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-1525254374762476839</id><published>2008-06-10T15:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:19:33.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Amid My Busy Schedule...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Now playing: 我爱的人－林宥嘉) takes a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... I changed my blog song!! All thanks to the people (actually only IVY TAN) who wanted me to change away my Que Sara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it was a English song previous, it shall be a chinese song this time! *dance the 'dance for chinese songs'* Interesting, the song that I managed to find on IWebMusic is of rather good quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and I have already prepared a list of songs that will be coming up soon, just in case I get too &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy to find nice songs to put on blog! And the considerate me decreed that the song shall only be play once per page load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was surrounded by PSPs yesterday in camp. At least 4. And Patapons are really making me consider buying one, considering I received my allowance today! Of course, I still need to keep in mind my goal of saving up enough for first year tuition fees plus lappy cost. Which I am estimating a hefty S$8000.00. I really need to redo my calculations and see how much I can set aside for such things. Then I decide again. Meanwhile, anybody who wants to buy PSP can contact me! Easier to haggle! FFEEEEVVVAAAA~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! Before I forget all about it again. INEEDTOFINDPEOPLETOGIVETUITION!! Besides being able to moonlight, I can also refresh my ailing memory of my subjects. So please, contact me if you need help on the subjects you find yourself weak in or if you want to be ahead of your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PSLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering tuition for all levels in:&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GCE O Level&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering tuition for all levels in:&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Human Geography&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, please contact me for further details. Not going to post too many stuff here on this. ANYWAY, I am giving priority to my fellow juniors who are sitting for their nationals this year. I am nice like the nicest thing on Earth. LOL. There is no offering to GCE A Levels people because I think I am currently incompetent to help at such a high level. At most I can help is maybe H1 Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Plus I want to go for a vacation after army! I dun mind not going to familiar places such as Taiwan. But I mind not going to place such as Nepal, India and Turkey that are culturally RICH. HAHA. They offer something that I cannot find in Singapore lah. Things such as &lt;s&gt;violence&lt;/s&gt; their local food, scenery etcetc. I must try to go for one after ORD in 2010! So please contribute to my vacation efforts! THANK YOU YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST DRAG PEOPLE ALONG WITH ME!! HAHA! Who want to go with me? WAH! So many people!! :) *I have been green-ed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope that there are nice shows tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1525254374762476839?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1525254374762476839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1525254374762476839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1525254374762476839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1525254374762476839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/amid-my-busy-schedule.html' title='Amid My Busy Schedule...'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-2156566205312699928</id><published>2008-06-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:58:01.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Time of The Golden Arrows</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had exceptionally more things to do yesterday in camp because people are practising how to use their bow and arrows. So I got some injury and more are expected on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT BUT I got to say the experience of going out is rather enriching. At least I got to talk with people in depth and realised that there are people who still favours minimum wage policy although it wil be detrimental. Maybe he doesn't realise about the bad side (backside, HAHA!) of the minimum wage policy. HmM. Talked alot of rubbish together. Like the petrol ban because my friend there rides a motorbike, why is there a difference in development of Singapore and Malaysia, if foreigners led to less jobs for locals etcetc. Although he is a Malay himself, there wasn't any element of racism and we were truthful with what we felt. I call this constructive exchange. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, was hyper tired on the way home but today I got a hyper nice Bus Captain!! And it really made the day. He may be bald, but he greets everyone who board the bus and checks the aircon every now and then to make sure we are feeling comfy. Some aunties who are going to the markets seem to know him very well! It is SMRT's good fortune to have such good employee, although I still detest their furry seats. Traps dust that can fill up one Krusty Crab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took MRT from CCK to my house. I really felt that no matter how developed Singapore is, how good our education system is etcetc, we cannot deny the fact that we still face the problem of juvenile delinquents. There was this trio on the same pole as me, talking about how they hate people staring at them because of their outlandish hairstyle and how their friend got into hospital because he got hacked by a parang toh, with a sense of accomplishment! LOL. My point is, Singapore faces declining birth rate (not sure about now), so every child born is becoming increasing valuable to the country as the people is the asset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL this is getting so serious. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me post something random then~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030033286320418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SEajuNGY0SI/AAAAAAAAARE/_SqLAUj5QnM/s400/ecshead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Professor Parkash Chander&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National University of Singapore, Head of Department of Economics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And seriously, I did not choose NUS in the end because of somebody. I find it rather nonsensical. 'Nuff said. Some jokes should be thrown away after its expiry date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, my brother juat came along and asked which university I chose. And he was surprised that I chose NUS. Only now then he tell me he felt NUS is the weakest among the 3 universities. And he didn't want to say that when I asked for opinions so long ago. There is just this consensus among my family members this time round. I think they have agreed to let me choose whatever I want so all of them refrained from giving their opinions on choices. Now that I have chosen, he ask me why I choose the weakest. I rather he tell me from the start where he thinks I should go. And not to always give a half-hearted answer whenever I asked for opinions. Part of the reason I chose NUS is the fees, half of which he will be paying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This really wrecked the day, although it is ending. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I make a wrong decision, it will be entirely my fault, period. Because my sister, my brother and his girlfriend have already told me they felt NUS is not good for its economics. And I still chose it, albeit at the very last moment. Perhaps their perception of what I am going to do in future is different from what I had in mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most often, encouragement doesn't come when you need it the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OPTIMISM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2156566205312699928?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2156566205312699928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2156566205312699928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2156566205312699928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2156566205312699928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-of-golden-arrows.html' title='Time of The Golden Arrows'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SEajuNGY0SI/AAAAAAAAARE/_SqLAUj5QnM/s72-c/ecshead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-8471580034742490758</id><published>2008-06-02T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:52:09.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>CHANGED!</title><content type='html'>DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;DELETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more SMU!! At the very very very last minute, I changed my mind and chosen NUS's FASS. A rather unexplainable process to what led me to change my mind, but there is seriously no convincing and compelling reasons to choose SMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NUS it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have many many many good friends in the same faculty as me! Much more things for me to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with JC clique then dancers and chit chat all the way to 2230 at orchard. The feeling is really good. Catching up either through BBQ-ing at Seoul Garden or through a cuppa at a kopi chain. Enjoying life at our age does not necessarily mean going havoc. Having a good chat with nice food can also make our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when I enter the workforce, I guess I will treasure this kind of chats even more than ever. Everybody who are working seems to be so busy to a point where they have totally no time for themselves. Just imagine, 9 to 5, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I must learn to treasure my everyday now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My JC clique have 3 doing accountancy, 2 including me doing ECONOMICS, 1 maybe doing medicine, 2 doing chem, 1 doing Bio Sci and 1 doing Maths Sci. The group that I had kopi with on Sat have 1 doing Accountancy, 1 doing psychology, 1 doing Soc Sci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going to be busy doing what they prefer. WHERE GOT TIME TO MEET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA. Enough of the sad pessimistic outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people should be happy. For me, I have a university place = can be more certain about my future. For the others, I gave up 2 other places for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short entry today! Maybe I can continue with my BMT story soon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling a bit bored, go to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbrownshow.com/2008/06/02/the-mrbrown-show-win-win/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr Brown Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and see the Pedra Branca podcast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8471580034742490758?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8471580034742490758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8471580034742490758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8471580034742490758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8471580034742490758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed.html' title='CHANGED!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8911160165402265352</id><published>2008-05-29T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:55:32.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>That was 2 months of inactivity!</title><content type='html'>HELLO MY BABES AND HUNKS! *WAVES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! No lah no lah! I willl not end this entry until I have successfully painted my 2 months of interesting monotonous life! YAY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I ended my last post with my posting and so I shall continue from there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Come to think of it, days are really passing fast. I have already finished my 8-week course for IS Signallers at Stagmont Camp which I think I will save everyone the agony of reading the happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets not fill this entry up with all the army stuff. Maybe I shall talk abt the trilemma that I went through during this period and I am sure there are other people out there who has or will go through the same phase as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;University&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from late April, many of us in the platoon was starting to get anxious in whether the universities that they have applied to has accepted them or not. almost every other day you hear news of people getting acceptance letters and worse, if they got letters from the university that you have applied too. Of course, there are some academically outstanding ones who got a place in places like Imperial College, Columbia University etcetc which makes local university look so minute and mediocre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very fortunate and humbled to be accepted by the 3 local university in Singapore with my not-very-fantastic-results as compared to many of my fellow platoon mates in Stagmont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, I applied for all the 3 universities without an aim because I have not much of a preference at that time. So I thought I can give myself more time to think through everything and then decide on a uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there I go, with the advent of the acceptance deadline drawing near, I am still rather unsettled on one university. Partly because I still spent most of the time enjoying the remaining days in camp. Mainly because each university has its own merits and demerits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I have choosen to go SMU's School of Economics AND GRAB THAT SUMMA CUM LAUDE! WHEE~! Of course, I would most probably be quite lonely there because I have no friends going there! NVM. Its all about survivability! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Master Plan for next 1.5 Army Years&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over these 2 months I have also drawn up plans to upgrade myself! but those are top secret plans which I shall keep it until it matures! HAHA! Alot of factors need to be considered like my future unit and financial status etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( NINCOMPOOP. Someone from my opposite block thought that I was peeping at them and they closed the window lah! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Passed my signal course, of course.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accepted by all 3 local universities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Increased army allowance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New working environment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oil price hike.&lt;/span&gt; No guard duty for the next 1.5 months. Worsening inflation. Reduced subsidies for petroleum in Asia. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr Chee Soon Juan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedra Branca Singapore's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chosen SMU School of Economics.&lt;/span&gt; Outing with BMT mates. Drinking with JC clique at Clarke Quay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sichuan Earthquake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missed Mother's Day with my mother.&lt;/span&gt; Canterbury Clearance Sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things that happened recently that makes me wanna laugh and cry. I guess everything will simmer down soon after I have convinced myself about my uni choice. It is always difficult to type an entry after a hiatus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL UPDATE REGULARLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205750391396683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SD6KZlSMz3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VFsuIqc8e1c/s400/mariano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Professor Roberto S. Mariano &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dean, Singapore Management University School of Economics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, Happy June 2008 everybody!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8911160165402265352?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8911160165402265352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8911160165402265352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8911160165402265352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8911160165402265352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-was-2-months-of-inactivity.html' title='That was 2 months of inactivity!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/SD6KZlSMz3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VFsuIqc8e1c/s72-c/mariano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-2417352447436350090</id><published>2008-03-22T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:59:15.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of PES C BMT!! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>*Sorry for the lack of or no pictures!!*&lt;br /&gt;*MUST READ for people going army soon!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before Enlistment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I was really not feeling any anxiety or worrying about what might happen in camp. Perhaps I was busy preparing the stuff for army, spending time with family(extremely important) and taking a last look at NH Dance before I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents being parents, they will occasionally pop the questions on whether I am worried, whether I am afraid of life in army. And sons being sons, even if they are afraid/worried/nervous/not feeling well, they will just say everything is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a mentality that things inside might get a little tough, I, subsequently everybody, bought more than enough stuff to bring into camp in case we will need it. Certain stuff will be elaborated on later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is to spend ample time with your family because the 2 weeks of &lt;s&gt;confinement&lt;/s&gt; adjustment period, when you do not get to book out for a weekend, is quite draining for some of my friends in army. They are simply too attached. Not to say that being too attached is wrong. Moreover, the first inspiring quote I see is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's not what you left behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's what you gain in the days ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlistment Day (25/1/2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems especially slow that day. Wake up slow, movement also slow. Lucky I already got everything packed into my Crumpler the day before. And my Crumpler almost exploded on the way there due to the amount of things I bought. HAHA. NONONO. I think its due to the smallness of the the Crumpler space. And I am not the worst. There are people who brought luggages, some with the mentality of going to a chalet. Anyway, things were loaded onto my Dad's lorry and we set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get more anxious regarding the army on the way there because no  matter how much you have prepared yourself for it, there is still an uncertainty. It is something like us going to our kindergarten/Primary school. You dunno what is going to happen there. Anyway, there was just silence between my parents and I. Perhaps, all 3 of us were worried. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the familiar SAF Ferry Terminal at Changi area. It's familiar because my juniors and I cycled past it just last month. Past the security check and sat down there waiting for the ferry to come. Things start to turn for the better when I saw people like Kester Ng (primary school classmates and super duper good friend), Sun A Yong (NH friend) etcetc at the Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded the ferry and the trip to the island named Pulau Tekong was unusually slow. Everybody did have a big bag. HAHA. So I am saved, because the rule to having a smooth BMT is not to be the first or the last. But the thing is, my alarm clock rang on the ferry! I was flustered at that time because I thought having an alarm clock was an exaggeration. Luckily the clock was buried deep inside my bag and not everybody heard the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snaily ferry reached Tekong and I was separated with my parents almost immediately. LOL. And the first item that was taken away from me was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK NRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! AND IT MEANS THAT I AM NOW A NSF!! Sat down with everybody on the ferry and waited quite long for instructions. In the end received a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GREEN IC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, dogtag and the notification of my company. Then we were taken to another place to sit and be briefed by a person who was funny to me. He was later known to my company CSM (Company Sergeant Major) MSG Kelvin Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY was he funny? We were all standing up, practising the oath with him. So we need to read sentence by sentence after him. He read super loudly and seriously and he was very proud to shout GOVERNMENT (pronouced by him as GAR-DER-MENT). The combination of his expression and the mispronunciation was hilarious. But I was in the front row and had no choice by to CONTROL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were brought into the Auditorium, sat down and watched our parents streaming in. PARENTS! Never ever go in and walk around trying to find your child and after finding him, you laugh hysterically. It is really dumb and lame. I am really lucky that my parents are experienced people so they knew what not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were brought to lunch! Before we could reach cookhouse, we need to walk through the company buildings which are klike a maze because all the buildings looks the same! Walked and walked until we reached the crowded cookhouse. The first taste of cookhouse food is always the best! I still remember that lunch was chicken rice and its really better than some of the ones outside! It is not as bad as some of you think. And the best of it. THE FOOD IS FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times dun last. And its time to be separated with my parents for 2 weeks. They left Tekong and we were brought to our company building to leave my civilian stuff in our room. OMFG! THEN, I SAW MY FIRST GHOST IN TEKONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I have received my posting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been posted to the Signals Institute to be trained as a Signal Operator aka Signaller! My new camp is the Stagmont Camp at Chua Chu Kang! So I guess it will be like going to PJC from my house. Heard its quite near Lot 1! HAHA! Plus it is a stay-in course. So I will get to save money involuntarily! Just hope everything will be fine. Though I need to bring everything I had in Tekong back to Stagmont. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2417352447436350090?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2417352447436350090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2417352447436350090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2417352447436350090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2417352447436350090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/03/chronicles-of-pes-c-bmt-part-1.html' title='The Chronicles of PES C BMT!! (Part 1)'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7292961659481178182</id><published>2008-03-13T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:55:48.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Castrate KASTARI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R9fy6dp7-iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UFZUtTyImmE/s1600-h/KASTARI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176873382892534306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R9fy6dp7-iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UFZUtTyImmE/s400/KASTARI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although I was still in Pulau Tekong (PT for short), it doesn't mean that I don't know that this spiderman escaped from the supposedly tightly secured Whitley Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am doing my part to help. With a myriad of different possible identities he might assume, we will still be able to recognise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person you saw just now at the traffic light look at any of the faces above, call the Police at 999 immediately. Do not confront him unless you can give him a fatal head shot, unlikely. Keep track of his whereabouts for the convenience of the Police. Do not shout his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter-terrorist will win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7292961659481178182?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7292961659481178182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7292961659481178182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7292961659481178182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7292961659481178182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/03/castrate-kastari.html' title='Castrate KASTARI!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R9fy6dp7-iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UFZUtTyImmE/s72-c/KASTARI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-6484808632670512392</id><published>2008-03-02T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:31:48.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Amid all the saddening and shocking news such as the death of Lydia Sum and the escape of Mas Selamat Kastari,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;C &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;8!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOCK LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE INFINITE POSSIBILITIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its impossible that I have no entries of things that I have done. So The Chronicles of BMT is coming soon! STAY TUNED ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6484808632670512392?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6484808632670512392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6484808632670512392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6484808632670512392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6484808632670512392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7410011286226091490</id><published>2008-01-20T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:11:48.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2 years down the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;!!Speakers please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back again to blog &lt;em&gt;my remaining days&lt;/em&gt; before I enter NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am like everybody ba, when you have alot of &lt;em&gt;unfinished business&lt;/em&gt; before entering NS and I think I will be darn regretful! Though somethings are really &lt;em&gt;beyond what I can do&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am certainly looking forward to what life has to offer me yet again, which usually brings me nice surprises. But I am really afraid, not of the NS life, but of what I will &lt;em&gt;miss out&lt;/em&gt; and what I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; help to improve in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for NHDS. Will they get more united? Can they withstand the test of troubled times? Are they self-sufficient in the journey to SYF? Will some long lost graduates come back and spoil the fragile balance? Will the school forsake dance? Will graduates cause disharmony? Personally, I have alot of wish for dance, many I know is seemingly impossible to achieve. But I believe each step forward is already a success itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ballet, the art that has given me the most problems up to now and I am still loving it. The common problem of losing the flexibility. And if I dont continue my exams, my teacher will have no class for me then! Unless she is willing to do private classes! I will miss my Ele and Inter exams with the class I am with now. How? Time would have forsaken me then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly dunwan to come out as stiff as a stick and can't dance anymore! Dreadful isn't it? I have seen many people suffering under the cruel Mr. NS! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I didn't mention DIY? Duh, because I am least worried about it. There are so many people in the troupe to make sure performance goes right and things go smoothly. Just like nobody is indispensable in the world, there are people ever ready to take over the gaping hole in the line of duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the nice surprise will be when I become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Thin Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! WEEE~! Everything will comes easier. This is definitely dependent on my own diligence! I think only fat people like me will understand the feeling. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya! I am just being very worried about alot of things lah. Maybe my absence will let things become better! Whatever will be, will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7410011286226091490?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7410011286226091490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7410011286226091490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7410011286226091490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7410011286226091490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-years-down-road.html' title='2 years down the road...'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5732601235078809786</id><published>2008-01-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:17:04.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Did You Know?!?</title><content type='html'>Received an email from TAN CHU YUN and felt that it was quite a factsheet! Might not agree with some of the stuff below but I think its worth the read! I know I havent update for very long already but I was really really busy!! :( Hope Nuffnang finds me again! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d33WBe4DI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ad0ov7Y4C_k/s1600-h/Heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154220091237130290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d33WBe4DI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ad0ov7Y4C_k/s400/Heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d3XmBe4CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/W9EYAzeO_rI/s1600-h/Elephant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154219545776283682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d3XmBe4CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/W9EYAzeO_rI/s400/Elephant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2-mBe4BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FI9fuea2B5E/s1600-h/Tongue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154219116279554066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2-mBe4BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FI9fuea2B5E/s400/Tongue.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2q2Be4AI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TNC2pacBVQM/s1600-h/Spiders.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154218776977137666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2q2Be4AI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TNC2pacBVQM/s400/Spiders.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2TGBe3_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/M4LeasyGsMo/s1600-h/Crocs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154218368955244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d2TGBe3_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/M4LeasyGsMo/s400/Crocs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d182Be3-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/GZimymu9vzw/s1600-h/Polar+Bears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154217986703155170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d182Be3-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/GZimymu9vzw/s400/Polar+Bears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d1e2Be39I/AAAAAAAAAP0/520yUJ0x4Yg/s1600-h/Butterfly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154217471307079634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d1e2Be39I/AAAAAAAAAP0/520yUJ0x4Yg/s400/Butterfly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d1D2Be38I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hGU0x6DhzYM/s1600-h/Cockroach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154217007450611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d1D2Be38I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hGU0x6DhzYM/s400/Cockroach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154221555820978242" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4dwlWBe3xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uWnxR9c2Ohg/s400/OK.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18865092-5732601235078809786?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5732601235078809786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5732601235078809786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5732601235078809786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5732601235078809786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?!?'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R4d33WBe4DI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ad0ov7Y4C_k/s72-c/Heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-2861108330418865651</id><published>2007-12-31T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:15:46.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06s05'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><title type='text'>The Most And The Best Of 2007!</title><content type='html'>Alright alright! NOW! It is the highly anticipated entry of the year 2007 when I do all the interesting summary! Its time of the year to sum everything up with some melancholic reminiscing! OH YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start in a new format. This year is the award presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st TuaBehGong Is Happening Awards (2007) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;begins now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Hilarious Mis-pronunciation: Political APATHY by Tng Ji Xiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really paying attention to the GP lesson this year when the incident happened. So apparently, I was like packing my bag or finishing some work from the other subjects during Ji Xiang's group's presentation when I suddenly heard a very out of the world pronunciation and I just burst out laughing! PRONOUNCE AFTER ME: Political APPE-TEE, not Political ARPAR-TEE. And he proclaimed that somebody taught him apathy is pronounced as ARPAR-TEE. HILARIOUS LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Job: Zi Char 煮炒 at JJC Chemistry Science Lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADA YADA. Because Pei Fang has been mentioning the incident so I felt it is worth mentioning! It was a windy day and I am all prepared to go into the room and get my highest yield of crystals ever in the term. With the supervision and pressure from Dr. Gan, I am quite confident that everything can go smoothly and BE THE YIELDER! LOL. BUTBUTBUT when I was approaching the last few steps in the experiment, I suddenly had a soft hand and tilted the 50ml beaker of distilled water onto the already sizzling HOT PLATE (I can fry an egg and cook meat on the plate). And so, when cool water meets sizzling hot plate, beads of the water swirled around the hot plate and gave off the sound of the job mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dr. Gan Kim Suan exclaimed: WAH! Who is cooking Zi Char there? WEI HONG HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guilty look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Panicky Moment: Breaking a tray of Chemistry lab wares before SPA starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like most bad luck happens in the Lab eh? This goes simple. We were taught from young that when we are about to have an examination or SPA in this case, it is important to set the table well and things like that. Being the natural good boy, I tried to arrange all the apparatus properly on the bench table and kick off a good start like everyone. Then, I saw the tubing for the Bunsen Burner is totally blocking the table in my way and was an eyesore, so I decided to change it because fate is controlled by my own hands isn't it? I was already aware that I might knock down the whole tray of apparatus into the sink, so I tug at the tubing gently and caringly knowing that I will hurt it if I am too rough. LOL tug tug tug TUG! The release of the tubing from the protruding metal piece is so great that my hand flew too far and hit the tray and WAH LAH. Broke almost everything in the tray and this one incident has the amount of breakage more than everyone's add together in the 2 years. Goodness gracious me. Dr. Gan was totally out of the world that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to me, said never mind and asked me to change a bench and I didn't have to pay a single cent for all the breakages. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Disappointing Performance Watched: NDP Show Segment @ Marina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsuitable music, poor cameramen, same standard of performance, and the conceptualising of the entire Show Segment can be done more detailed lah. I am jus a little disappointed lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Creative Performance Watched: Anyhow Art? By CDAA @ People's Association, Kallang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Performances Watched: Singapore Youth Festival 2007 (Dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual. I find the strength and grit from the people OF ABOUT MY AGE very inspiring. They enter secondary school innocently, fall into love with dance, endure the hardship during the days practising dance, practise for SYF, get nervous for SYF, put in their everything into that 5 mins on stage, cry over the results, fall into a deeper love with dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Backstage Work Done: Anyhow Art? By CDAA @ People's Association&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Didn't really expect myself to hand myself into such a role actually. Enjoyed the time using the walkie talkie and all. Most of all, I got to know my juniors like Benedict and Liang Yuan which is precious chance. Interesting experience lah. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Enjoyable Examination: CSTD Sub - Elementary Ballet Exams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146049427057598130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pwsGBe3rI/AAAAAAAAANk/ohBQIuLTBM0/s320/CSTD+Logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;The pure interest in Ballet makes everything more enjoyable ba. HAHA. Although results fall short of expectation. zzz. The barre is my home, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Neck-Breaking Movie Watched: Pirates of the Caribbean - At World's End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life I got to sit in the front row in Golden Village - Plaza Singapura. I was almost at the end of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Snubbed Moment: Rejection By Ms Lai Peck Chai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH! No Econs Relief work. Dreams dashed. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Hawker Cuisine: Tanglin Halt Western Food @ Clementi Hawker Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Snack Eaten: Cream Puffs by Beard Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Hotel Food Eaten: The Amara Sanctuary @ Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have only went to one hotel/resort this year, which is Amara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Canteen Food Eaten: Western Stall @ Nan Hua High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Disgusted Moment: Molestation by Old Gays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for further explanation. The experience is chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Most Amazing Moment: 7 Person Alliance Thrashed By Wong Jian Wei in Monopoly @ Settlers' Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAY! IT IS THE MOST EXCITING SEGMENT!! PHOTO AWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Edited Photo: Mao Ze Dong With Mr. Steven Koh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146063888212483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2p912Be3tI/AAAAAAAAAN0/a_LQs-x60Jo/s320/maokoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Original Candid Photo: Skiving on Train Starring Goh Koon Hui aka Young Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146045926659251794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2ptgWBe3lI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sM_sgvCg4o4/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Original Artistic Photo: Xiao Man Tou Trove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146046278846570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pt02Be3mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pbQK3oslsMg/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Original Animal Photo: Gatsby Model Takuya KimuNUT Starring Peanut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146047648941137522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pvEmBe3nI/AAAAAAAAANE/Z06UTUWh35s/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Original Natural Photo: Troubled Biologist Starring Mdm Goh Hwee Kwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146048482164792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pv1GBe3oI/AAAAAAAAANM/tGV9eoius7A/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Original Close-up Photo: TAN KIM YEIN on Bus Starring Tan Kim Yein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146048722682961554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pwDGBe3pI/AAAAAAAAANU/z2UbG9izeU0/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is so going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Deforestation Evidence: Saving Earth Starts in College!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146049010445770402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2pwT2Be3qI/AAAAAAAAANc/wIiXGN5S7UM/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most &lt;s&gt;Calm&lt;/s&gt; Laggy Person Met: Mr. Benedict Loh Jia Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146060572497731266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R2p602Be3sI/AAAAAAAAANs/k_bjSxsf_ns/s320/BenNehNeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The person involved is the guy on the left. On the right is Shana the HP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Charismatic Guy Award: Darling Junhe Starring my brother Junhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R3khRmBe3uI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yD60M_htoQc/s1600-h/Junhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150184235023130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R3khRmBe3uI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yD60M_htoQc/s320/Junhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150356364427452146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R3m902Be3vI/AAAAAAAAAOE/SSB0U79JUVs/s320/m%C3%A8+wif+specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. He wanted an award that involves him being cute and shuai. Haha! So I just can't be bothered and name the award Charismatic. LOL Same the person involved is the guy on the left too! In the end got to post 2 pics of him to make the criteria. Count yourself lucky didi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!! If you guys got anything to remind me regarding any interesting incidents that I was present, please feel free to tag and inform me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. 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Let me try to recall all the details and fun stuff, though I am sorry to say that there is a total lack of photos. Didn't really figured out the reason why nobody brought a camera along. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - 26/12/2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Andrew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt; Central to buy the 'equipment' (according to my distant relative) for the BBQ at night in the afternoon. I was late again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; was nice enough not to play arcade with Andrew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yew to wait for me at the bus stop for me! Walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; to get the BBQ equipment then Andrew said White Sands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; also sell the same stuff so its more sensible to get the things there so we dun have to lug things there. We wanted lunch so we settle for the cheaper hawker! No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tanglin&lt;/span&gt; Halt, so I settled for famous porridge stall which I believe the standard is dropping. Less tastier, longer waiting time. Andrew ate pig trotters, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yew ate something that I forgot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; ate chicken rice like yet again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; and I were totally pissed by the dumb sugarcane stall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prostitue&lt;/span&gt;-lookalike AUNTIE because she didn't tell us beforehand that adding lemon cost the same for students! Freaking 20 cents! Brought my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bata&lt;/span&gt; slippers and got onto train. Onwards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;! (We were running late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and explored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Junhe's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Touch. Shana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;smsed&lt;/span&gt; me went we were reaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; and we only realised we were all on the same train then! Met up with many Sec 4 dancers like Mafia Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;GraceFUL&lt;/span&gt; (my another distant relative), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Meiting&lt;/span&gt;, Audrey, Jeanette, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jeslyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yinghui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; Mann, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Xing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yue&lt;/span&gt;. They went to get the chalet keys first while we get our BBQ equipment. Found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; in the basement and we frantically looking for items with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Housebrand&lt;/span&gt; sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we get a freaking 5% discount which make things cheaper. I was like wondering why we buy new BBQ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;equipement&lt;/span&gt; stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I think there should be people with these stuff already. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; told me we can leave it for the next user of the BBQ pit. I thought if everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; practises this habit then we can save money for ourselves and others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the chalet and got to know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; looks out for in his 'dream' girlfriend! Poker was already hot in action by the time we got there and we immediately got down to our M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ahjong&lt;/span&gt; action too! (I offered my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;, Andrew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yew lug it there :D). Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; who claims he suck at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; won like 4 times in a row (partly thanks to Andrew who kept feeding tiles) and our Northern Wind never ended in the end. Felt guilty about not helping out in the BBQ downstairs and so I went down to help out with the food. I FORGOT TO WASH HAND! Perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; got active bowels at night. Played alot of poker games such as Dai dee, Bridge and Cheat. I totally sucked at Cheat because I can;t help but to &lt;s&gt;giggle&lt;/s&gt; laugh whenver I put down a card. LOL! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Junhe&lt;/span&gt; brought along his Good Luck Chuck DVD because we thought we will be going over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yew's for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; overnight. In the end the girls realised about the DVD and wanted to watch the DVD. Its R21 with sex scenes, dammit. How to watch with the girls. In the end we still watched the DVD because the girls know there will be sex scenes and still dun mind watching. Watched the DVD with the sex scenes on the Monkey Bar and on the bed fast-forwarded to save the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;. I think that R21 movies have a lousy story line somehow. Actually Good Luck Chuck can be made into a good movie by removing the sex scenes and making the touching parts more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many slept for the remaining few hours except for Junhe because he have his dance practice at NJC later and he dunwan to miss the good times while Chee Yew and I went to find the MIA people. Turned out that Grace, Meiting and Yu Jie were having their own Poker session at a pavilion and we chatted with them. By coincidence, Cheew Yew and Meiting kept becoming partners in Bridge while GraceFUL paired with Octopi Yu Jie. I almost fell asleep on the bench when Junhe and some other sec 4 guys passed by to go Mac for some breakfast before Junhe leaves for NJC and he looked so darn unwilling lah! TOo bad he is already tied down by the DSA contract so he got to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - 27/12/2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us too ended the poker game soon after and we went to Mac for breakfast too! Was really considering going to NJ again with Junhe since he will be alone on the trip there. In the end didn't go with my relative because of an unknown reason. I think I was tired enough to not think straight. My mind was like thinking about Junhe, Mac breakfast, sleeping at NJ, etcetc. SO I am really sorry Junhe for not accompanying you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Chalet and sent Junhe a sms full of 'dun oversleep's. At least it managed to keep Junhe awake for some time and he didn't oversleep! Those in the chalet tried to get some sleep to utilise the money paid for the room. We discussed about staying for the 2nd night but dumb Downtown East and even the Alohas are fully booked! In the end settled for Island Resort at East Coast Park, the successor of Costa Sand. Before we get to Island Resort, we indulged in Escape! Tickets were much cheaper at 7 bucks because of the accident in Panasonic ride. The first ride was the turning thing which I can't remember the name but it was exceptionally short. 2nd ride was rainbow. The view from the top was as good as ever. Then common sense went wrong and we played the Wet &amp;amp; Wild game next. Got totally drenched and was crowned the Wettest Guy there. Everyone else except Chee Yew, Jeanette and me played the Inverter. The Guys then tried to play the Go Cart but the waiting time is like an hour so we ended up getting hooked with the Family Coaster thing. A mini roller coaster but I think the feeling was as fun! Played the Carnival Racing Game and got 2 Octopus as prize. LOL I thought it was a total scam though. We left Escape and illegally sold all our complimentary tickets at 6 dollars! An entrepreneurial idea by GraceFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Junhe again at Bedok MRT and he was a little pissed becasue he had to wait 20 mins to us to reach there! Lunched at Bedok Hawker and everybody was already tired and getting more irritable in their tone! Some left and the rest continued our day at Island Resort! Everyone immediately fell into lalaland while Junhe and I chatted about alot of lame things until the rest were starting to wake up for washup and dinner! Dined at Subway and rented bikes. Chu Harn and Chee Yew were complaining how expensive and unfilling Subway is. Its really once in a while that we will dine at Subway so forget it ok! Quickly returned to the chalet room because some wanted to watch The Golden Road on Channel 8. Left the Chalet at 10pm and we prepared for the night-blasting 42km bicycle ride through the new Park Connector Network (PCN). Junhe and I were already hyped up with the thought of being able to see transvestites real life! We began the ride at 1030 pm and not much idea of what to expect from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the underpass to the opposite side of the Expressway and found the first Park Connector. We dunno travelled how many Park Connectors and kilometers to reach the first 'Pitstop' at Bedok Reservoir. The trip was hard impressionable to write down details here. Only remembered I saw words like Bedok, Siglap, Tampines, Pasir Ris along the way. Sang like nobody's business becasue we were so into Bei Pan, Xing Bu Liao Qing and Goodbye, My Love. Ran into problems with the erratic PCN instructions after arriving at Pasir Ris because we lost the arrow which shows the directions to go. Trial and errored a few times before we reached Changi Village and the PCN Line was broken badly at Changi area because we see no path along the chalets there! reached Changi Village at about 3.40 plus 4 and we saw a transvestite immediately! Chee Yew didn't get a good look and kept looking back. Missed the opening to the Hawker centre and stopped at a junction. Then, Chee Yew's horror came alive when a cab full of transvestites stopped beside us and the ladies were like doing alot of slutty actions which traumatised Chee Yew until he lost his appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was already feeling darn tired and hungry with a painful butt that tempers are all rising! Settled for Indian cuisine and left at 4 plus. Continued on the PCN which led us to the back of the Singapore International Changi Airport which was busy even at the night. Our butts were even more painful after the break and we all wished we could teleport back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Si Ian. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - 28/12/2007 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We completed the freaking butt-smashing 42km bicycle ride! A total sense of accomplishment and tiredness and the feeling was very good! The feeling of doing something with your good friends rocks socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached at 6 and I saw the news about Benazir Bhutto being assasinated. And then everyone and I fell asleep. Woke up at 9.30am and bathed and prepared to check out lo! Ate brunch at Burger King. Tired souls started leaving East Coast and left my relatives, Meiting and Chee Yew and we started crapping and gossipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself thoroughly at the chalet not only because I got 2 relatives there, but also because I find people there are much more simpler than other people that I hang out with. And thats why I feel more comfortable and at ease with them. I can shout and scream, do stupid things and let them see my unglam look when I wake up and I know everyone is still the same them! Of course there are problems lying beneath but I think it is much simpler and its actually not much of a problem. That is also why I want to make time to go the chalet, because many will certainly change once they enter JC life and I want to experience their character or feeling the myriad of characters produces before they change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes meeting up with people less involved in dance is a blessing because it will lack an element of competitiveness which makes me feel much more at ease. Though they are the so-called 'forgotten batch' as according to them, I find a stronger sense of values learnt from dance in them like looking after one another, unity etcetc. No craps such as dance techniques, jealousy, competitiveness and attention seeking, just pure love for fun, understanding for one another and altruism. Even the problems we met during the 3 days are innocent and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we can meet up again soon and even after you guys enter JC, though you all will be busy enough. And I am missing everyone's crappiness, especially my darling JUNHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really will miss that pure innocence from everybody, because so many people has lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5876769325028741804?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5876769325028741804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5876769325028741804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5876769325028741804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5876769325028741804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-42km.html' title='That 42km!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-1712695264254573709</id><published>2007-12-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:48:09.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Busy Week of AnyHow Art?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;HELLO GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Advertorial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Chinese Dance Artistes' Association (CDAA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proudly presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dancing in Unity 鹤舞共鸣 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to your mind when you hear 'chinese dance'? Old-fashioned music? Long sleeves? or something you wouldn't even dare to think of? Once in a while, everybody needs to have a paradigm shift in your sterotype of chinese dance. Now, CDAA no longer only produces works to do with chinese dance only. As we try to retain our values of the chinese culture, we also look for ways to improve ourselves and fuse chinese dance techniques into other dance genres. Though the programme lineup is still unconfirmed, I personally think that Dancing in Unity has not failed to impress its audience each time CDAA organises it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 March 2008 (Saturday), 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at $10, $15, $20&lt;br /&gt;Contact: 9097 6446&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:cdaa_1984@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;cdaa_1984@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad that Any How Art? performance by CDAA ended off smoothly yesterday night! and my crew members must have been tired like some very tired people. LOL of course, we are happy that we have put in our 100% for the success of the event and we will live without guilt and regret. We fought against the weather with chilli, space with sheer hardwork, roads with barefoots, money with white piece of paper, failure with precious time. And this makes me happy, because Anyhow Art? is again successful. Personally I think that AnyHow Art? is a daring production because it is right smacked in the monsoon season and the event is an outdoor one. Brushing aside the fact that there were no profits like most other art performances, there was a larger crowd this year and a better coordination by my crew of course. Though we did encounter some unhappy things and I was guilty for indirectly causing Benedict Loh Jia Da's injury yesterday, everything still went off rather smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So, I am really sorry Benehneh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh Yah! I think it has been a long time since I went out with my JC classmates, so if you are seeing this, do inform me when u guys are going out!! Because you all might get your new jobs soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;GAHH! Nothing really interesting to write for my NEW ADVERTISEMENT FROM NUFFNANG! Ivy you can consider the phone being advertised now! It will be showing from 9 December to 15 December so do visit here everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can smell lame posts coming up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1712695264254573709?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1712695264254573709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1712695264254573709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1712695264254573709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1712695264254573709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-week-of-anyhow-art.html' title='Busy Week of AnyHow Art?!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7360758840777707825</id><published>2007-12-01T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:44:30.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06s05'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>人质 - 张惠妹</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;我和你啊，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;存在一种危险关系。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;彼此挟持，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这另一部分的自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;本以为这完整了爱的定义，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;那就乖乖的守护着你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相爱变成，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;猜忌怀疑的烂游戏。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;规则是要，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;憋着呼吸越靠越近。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但你的温柔是我唯一沉溺，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你是爱我的，就不怕有缝隙。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;在我心上用力的开一枪，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;让一切归零在这声巨响。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果爱是说什么都不能放，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我不挣扎反，正我也&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;没差。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人质在这一刻得到释放。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相爱得纯粹落得如此下场，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你满意吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都别&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;说谎。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really wanted to just record down one of my favourite songs for 2007, though I know the song was in her 2006 album called 我要快乐？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit the heart for me because it described situation that some of my friends had encountered and the solution for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love, be it one-sided or not, it is important to know when you have to give it all up and when you need to cuddle it tightly. If not, the one you love is of no difference to the other people. Another important point is to not let a relationship, be it love or friendship, be full of guesses and suspicions. Personally I feel its good to be clean and truthful on anything and not to assume how the other party will react. If you truly love the one, you should embrace all of his/hers and not let it be something you will pick on in future. Nobody will be happy when things end up sucky, far from what you had aimed for from the beginning. Hence the ending, do not lie to ourselves about how we feel, because feelings are true and both parties should not hide. Only then the prisoner, thus the title of the song 人质, within ourselves can be released!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I would like to dedicate this song to Boy A and Boy KST, Boy A and Girl TPF! We have all been friends for so long, perhaps we should all trust the beam that holds us together and come clean on the feelings that has been causing so much hurt. In the end, we will all still be friends. Maybe there maybe be some initial awkwardness, but I believe that is a step to building a stronger friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7360758840777707825?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7360758840777707825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7360758840777707825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7360758840777707825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7360758840777707825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='人质 - 张惠妹'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7041749432376232465</id><published>2007-11-30T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:41:46.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Resting In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137163773530295906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R0rfO_JHTmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aBpqHzgK2eY/s320/COMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;JJ Ah Ma! Please rest in peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to the junior who banged into her, though your life now has changed forever, moving on is even more important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To the families of the 5 dragon boaters who met a freak accident in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, they really didn't die for nothing. They died fighting for themselves, fighting for the country. 5 beautiful lives were lost no doubt, but the wretched humans gained themselves a lesson to remember for, perhaps, their lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7041749432376232465?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7041749432376232465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7041749432376232465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7041749432376232465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7041749432376232465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/11/resting-in-peace.html' title='Resting In Peace'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R0rfO_JHTmI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aBpqHzgK2eY/s72-c/COMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-8447334997823638606</id><published>2007-11-29T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:31:45.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><title type='text'>CSTD Sub-elementary Exams!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R065bucBrZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M_cqtQepbJE/s1600-h/CSTD+Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138248110849502610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R065bucBrZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M_cqtQepbJE/s320/CSTD+Logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I AM BACK! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but with a not so interesting entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I finally completed my Ballet Sub-ele Exams on the fateful 28/11/2007!! Cheer for me lah, asshole. I really want to remember the whole process leading up to the exams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Preparing for the Exams!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With experience from my earlier exam for Grade 6 in March 2007, i knew that I shouldn't continue to train the few days before the actual Sub-ele exam because my legs, from the toes to the arch to the ankle to the whatever muscles to the thighs, will be so exhausted! But the stupid thing is that my A level totally clashed with the preparation weeks leading to the Exam, so I have no choice but to continue to train up. I think the worst day of preparation was the day when I had Biology Paper 3 in the morning and the Exam rehearsal in the afternoon with an examiner. I was totally tired like the Tired God, whoever knows what it is. But at least from that rehearsal, we managed to see other people's standard and the difference in the syllabus being taught. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think the only difference this year is that I didn't watch the professionals dance on Youtube to boost my morale. Because I don't have the time! WHY? The equally dumb Graduation Night is on 27/11/2007. Thats right! The day before the Exam! Who wants to go home early to prepare for an exam when almost everyone else is prepared to lose 3 years of life to thon the night. AND ME! TEO WEI HONG! Need to travel home myself to sleep for the Exam. So I better do well for the Exam to compensate for the joy lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moreover, the time before the Graduation Night and during the Graduation Night itself was not really enjoyable. Because I am already starting to receive the news of the 'battlegrounds' at PA Kallang! My seniors and a junior had already completed their Exam that day and had informed me of things to be careful of and possible changes. YES. During an Exam, anything can happen. And the news I receive are all not very good! Such as people got scolded by the Examiner Mrs Betty Tilley, my seniors forgetting their stuff for Unseen work etcetc. These makes worrywarts like me super nervous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Day of Exam!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woke up and felt that my legs are not as tired as the day before, which is a good sign. Rushed to pack my stuff such as towels, attire, gel, shoes, socks, sexy undergarment LOL, rosin. To sum up, is all the barang barang. Reached PA Kallang at 8.15am and started to warmup and prepare. My male senior was already there! And he was still trying to remember the syllabus. For your information, we are the only 2 males taking the Sub-ele Exam in the whole of Singapore. There was another 2 females from Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts taking part in the Exam with us and they are really brave because they have not listened to the music to train before! Then, Mrs Barbara, the CSTD Singapore and Malaysian Organiser, came in to give us our numbers and brought us to the studio. It's EXAM TIME! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess who was the first person I saw when I went into the studio? The good 'ol Mrs Betty Tilley of course, the Asian Region Director and Examiner aka my 红发美少女!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138258654994214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R07DBecBrbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fn0i0gJUytc/s320/Tilley+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mrs Tilley is on the extreme right! (Adapted from CSTD Website)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She began to mark the attendance and we proceeded to the barre (pronounced as bar). Barre work was smooth as in at least about the same as during our dance practices but I was the last person in the row! So went we turn to work on the left side, I feel so helpless because, I will have nobody to help me if I do something wrong! i think the Most happening thing during barre was when everyone else got the timing for the Battement Frappe timing wrong. 红发美少女 called out my name to tell me that only I did it with the timing lah! But her accent is strong until I heard she say I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then it was Centrework. Port de Bras first. Kept telling myself to smile and smile and smile WITHOUT A PLASTIC FACE of course! Problems came when we reached Temps Lies exercise because she didnt give us what she wanted for our arms as it is to be set by the examiner! Stunned a bit but still had to carry on as during the rehearsal. Then now is the Adage. Couldn't balance very well for my arabesque and attitude exercise though, really a pity because its not difficult! Adage 1 and 2 itself was ok I think, because this section was when Mrs Tilley smiled back to me most. I AM SEDUCED LAH! LOL! Then is the first Unseen work for the exam, Unseen Adage exercise. The work was not extremely difficult though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next was the turns! First to go was the Pirouette en dehors. We got 2 sets sadly. First was from 5th and 2nd position and the 2nd set is in 4th position. Then is the Pirouette en dedans. Tried to turn by brushing the feet through first into the a la seconde position but I really couldn't balance well, so I tried to turn by brushing feet as close as possible to the 1st position. She didn't comment on anything surprisingly. The best surprise came when we were told that males do not need to do the Emboite and Pose Releves by half turns! Major plus point for me! Though the free work on Petite Jetes was a bit unexpected and I think I didn't catch the timing well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hearing the beginning of the Allegros was a bigbig comfort to me because this means that the Exam is ending! Didn't get the footing for Petite Allegro wrong but come to think of it, I wonder if I had pointed my foot hard enough. ZZZ. 1st Allegro was ok but problems came when it was the 2nd Allegro. Used up quite some energy to do the sissonne changes well then in the end Mrs Tilley told us to redo because my the other male senior didn't change his leg for the sissonne changes to the left side! So we got to do again! 3rd Allegro was funny because the 2 girls didn't listen to the music before and they learnt the work wrong, so Mrs Tilley asked the pianist to slow down. Then when it's our turn, he also thought that we will do wrong and the music was darn slow! Then Mrs Tilley had to ask him to hurry up and we suddenly change speed like a toy robot. LOL! I believe the Unseen Allegro Exercise was torturous for the 2 girls because they can't understand what Mrs Tilley was asking them to do. So they almost did everything they knew to try their luck. Oh man, I was darn worried for them at that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now its the short but tiring Petite Batterie Exercises! I think Mrs Tilley know I am a bit tired already, so she didn't ask me to redo the exercise with my male senior when he did it wrong. The Unseen work was an Unseen Batterie exercise weirdly. And I was asked to demostrate a Full Contretemps because the rest didn't know what Mrs Tilley was refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the Classical Dances! The girls, without listening to the music before, did their dance but with alot of wrong timings. One of the girl even forgot her dance steps because she just learnt it the day before. Worrying eh? Anyway, while waiting for the girls to finish their dances, I managed to take a quick glance at the A5 piece of paper which Mrs Tilley writes her comments on. MINE WAS ALREADY FULL OF BLUE INK!!! Really wonder if I should be worried or happy. My Classical Dance was ok only. Perhaps its the fatigue or nervousness, I couldn't jump as high as how I do during the practices and thats a pity! Waited for the girls to finish their Pointe Exercise and we did our reverences to the pianist Martin and Mrs Tilley. I think the funniest thing that happened for this section was when the audio system sot diao for a second and Mrs Tillet went off laughing with her deep and Santa-alike laughter! It is really very cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND YES, THE EXAM WAS OVER JUST LIKE THAT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AFTER THE EXAM!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back to the waiting room to get our stuff and started exchanging our feelings. I was reading a piece of paper. THEN I REALISED IT HAD THE GRADING FOR THE PREVIOUS FEW CANDIDATES! Didn't manage to see my friends' results in the end because Mrs Barbara came in in nick of time to prevent me from sinning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were so busy trying to reply SMSes to well-wishers, my teacher, seniors etcetc so I am really sorry if I didn't reply to your SMS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really wonder when I will get back my results for the Ballet because it will be the last before I am being enlisted into army. Of course, to me, there is a certain stress factor because I did reasonably well for my Grade 6 Exam and I want to do better or if not, equally well! And I have a junior in Nan Hua who is doing the same grade as me! HAHA! Plus I don't want to let my dance teacher be disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I can only wait for the certificates to arrive! WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8447334997823638606?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8447334997823638606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8447334997823638606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8447334997823638606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8447334997823638606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/11/cstd-sub-elementary-exams.html' title='CSTD Sub-elementary Exams!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/R065bucBrZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M_cqtQepbJE/s72-c/CSTD+Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-6607512519017597899</id><published>2007-09-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:42:42.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>A Prelim Exam Post-Mortem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start the entry right with the right mood and attitude! I believe this entry will end up being gloomy and pessimistic. We shall see to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from my preparations for this Prelim exams ba! (I feel so weird blogging about myself) Snail-paced revisions began under JJ de revision programme which after so long really made me feel that it is rather inefficient to people like me. More often than not, I need to choose between either Chemistry or Biology revision to prepare for next day's lessons because either one will take up a night (I am snail-paced myself). On the other hand, the tutors expect us to have almost covered all the topics if we follow closely with their programme, which i agree we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 10-week revision programme by the college, we are thrown into the unanimously-agreed-upon study period which i find it more effective under the companionship with 93.3 FM. This made me think of an alternative for JJ. Give us all the revision packages c/w answers. Free up excess curriculum time. = more self revision. We can approach our tutors if in doubt. This is further due to certain ineffective tutors who waste precious time which we can convert into self study. So in the 1 week of self study, I would say i only managed to cover a quarter of the entire syllabuses. By that Sunday, I was truly a regretful kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so used to having 8 hours of sleep during the one week, the actual exam week is torturous. I was deeply in need of some beauty sleep. I wonder what happened to me during the GP paper. Essay argument was written in a very weihong style with a handwriting that I never saw before. but being obsessed with that, I forgot to constantly remind myself to input the redundant but still-very-important examples, examples that I only remember after the paper itself. Worse of all, I chose an expectedly popular question. With an absence of examples to strengthen the dumb essay, I can expect my tutor face. For the first week, I was very unfamiliar with the exam conditions which I don't know why. Perhaps its the insufficient sleep. Out of 5 papers that week, I only managed to finish 1 or arguably 2 papers on time. The second week was better, unsure if its due to easier papers of familiarity with the exam conditions. Chemistry MCQs are as usual a rush for life. Plus, I will never forget that conversation that remarked my work as 'got no depth/substance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall save all results prediction to myself because I am rather uncertain about what come may. Though many say that there is nothing much to worry about because this is only the Prelims, I keep in mind that I am not as intelligent as those who can succeed with minimal hard work, nor I had put in much hard work in the past. I am those who need to put in that extra ounce of hard work in order not to get mediocre results. Thus I need to put in that extra extra ounce of sheer determination to get above mediocre results. PSLE by my standard is good, O level by my standard is disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redundancy of the A level system is that we are still using up time to study on subjects that will be rarely of use in time to come for university work. That's precious time. The advantage of the system is that when we put up 1 best student from 2 countries, student from Singapore will most likely shine in terms of our breadth of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt that I only need to pass this stage to do what I like to do in the future, so I should not let this be a tripping stone to my journey nor let it distribute my share of comeuppance. Now I am motivated, please let me fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall dish out my new overhauled blog layout ASAP. Negative public comments on new blog layout are to be ignored entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TML IS JUDGEMENT DAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6607512519017597899?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6607512519017597899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6607512519017597899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6607512519017597899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6607512519017597899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/09/prelim-exam-post-mortem.html' title='A Prelim Exam Post-Mortem'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-2985119900779434245</id><published>2007-08-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:58:23.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>因为我相信－星光十强</title><content type='html'>你说的　每一句话　像首歌　反覆传唱&lt;br /&gt;储存在　我的心上　怎么可能　把它遗忘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来故事　变得怎样　我们的手　依然不放&lt;br /&gt;我所有的悲伤　习惯有你陪伴　怎舍得　再重返孤单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*答应你　我不会离去　我们只是短暂的分离&lt;br /&gt;我会在附近　紧握着回忆　陪着你前进&lt;br /&gt;答应我　你不会哭泣　我们有过那么多约定&lt;br /&gt;因为我相信　只要我相信　就会有奇迹*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的　我都体谅　我的秘密　铄在你眼眶&lt;br /&gt;我们从不同过往　并肩走向　同一个方向&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梦的重量　压在我肩上　所幸有你　分一些承担&lt;br /&gt;满天的星光　把每一步照亮　所以我们不会走散&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去　一个人　偶尔叹息　也曾想过　要放弃&lt;br /&gt;如今　不为自己　也要为了你　笑着让梦延续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thought this is a fantastic song for this year and all of you out there should really get it and support them if you can afford it. Of course I got the iwebmusic version but to support them, I am seriously not going to post the song up! (partly because I gathered some people might be here to watch a &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-really-dunno-who-she-is-part-ii.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teacher-actress act in the video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click) I posted!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the DVD that comes together with the album, I really can feel that the group is rather close-knitted, at the very least better than our local not-making-it-big Campus Superstar and Project Superstar that votes the good ones out. YES. I am still not happy that Rao Zi Jie is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of that crap competition, if you are a subscriber of Starhub CableTV Channel 56, remember to find out when are the competition of the Taiwanese competition 星光同学会shown ok! Coz I have forgotten when is it shown. LOL! It is really better in many ways compared to Singapore's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They encourage own composing of lyrics and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Professional judges play a part in selection of the winners with record company representatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are ten winners, three ranked. Its like casting a big net to keep those talented then to lose it because 'it's competition rules'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some songs in their album are written by big shots such as Jay Chou, Wang Li Hom and Cao Ge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who take part are better looking than some self-assumed cuteshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Their 合唱 is much much nicer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I believe the 6 reasons are enough. You can find out the rest after you watch the show. It just happens &lt;s&gt;coincidentally&lt;/s&gt; that &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-videos.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taiwanese Variety Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click) are always more interesting than Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102239982875488770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rs7MO0oWsgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P3TeSGaJ3v8/s400/xgb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I sound pissed off(or at least thats what I am feeling now because I thought of the dumb Campus Superstar!) but the point is ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERY SIMPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to be able to receive your daily doses of tuabehgongine, get the album and listen :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You just know you cant live without visiting here everyday :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2985119900779434245?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2985119900779434245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2985119900779434245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2985119900779434245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2985119900779434245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='因为我相信－星光十强'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rs7MO0oWsgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P3TeSGaJ3v8/s72-c/xgb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-4591550552331450332</id><published>2007-08-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:16:10.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>My Breakfast LAH!</title><content type='html'>Woke up dreamily today and realised that I was sleeping as if I was in my mother's womb that kind of position: I fell asleep deciding if I should tahan the tiredness and do Chemistry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked like a zombie to take my specs, on heater, find clothes etcetc and i smelt something super FAMILIAR!! But knowing that I will take eons to prep myself up for the day, I just went on to washup. ANDANDAND I really saw that the rice cooker was on! So I thought I going to have buns again for breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that pack up my super untidy table and guesssss what was causing the smell?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101479846678540786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RswY5EoWsfI/AAAAAAAAAME/FX-k3hNmbMA/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went totally berserk after seeing MACDONALD'S on the dining table. It was the least expected breakfast to have lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; upon closer look..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MAMA TOOK A BITE OUT OF MY HASHBROWN LAH! AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4591550552331450332?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4591550552331450332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4591550552331450332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4591550552331450332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4591550552331450332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-breakfast-lah.html' title='My Breakfast LAH!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RswY5EoWsfI/AAAAAAAAAME/FX-k3hNmbMA/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-8962834363746354777</id><published>2007-08-18T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:36:24.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>I REALLY dunno who she is! (Part II)</title><content type='html'>After investigating the information provided by some very reliable sources, the TUABEHGONG Laboratory has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONCE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; found evidence to provide you loyal readers with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GROUNDBREAKING NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are drinking water, STOP! If you haven't shit for the past few days, STOP! DO NOT watch the newest evidence provided by me because I am sure you WILL spit your water and &lt;em&gt;lau&lt;/em&gt; all over your pants &lt;em&gt;with sai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is very important that the &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-dunno-who-she-is.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the entry is read first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the words 'Part I')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to further affirm my previous conclusion, I bring you the most convincing evidence that can ever be used: Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudou.com/v/0Bb3wR-ouYM" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the video to load, please read below to know where are the important parts to note, unless you are interested in such TV serial with &lt;em&gt;ancient&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt; storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why this video of the never-made-it-big TV show. You wil know why this video is super important after 4min 50 sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually, after 4min 50sec, you can see clearly on her that it is really her who took part in the 1999 Star Search. It might also provide a reason why she is like that now, since in the show, she was the 3rd party. It was definitely a commendable attempton TV Ms Ng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another must watch part to prove that it is her is at 14min 53sec, when a woman meets up with her in the CBD area. (Hint: note for a difference between something) Do watch all the way until the woman left her. They have interesting lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I believe that I have convinced myself and you that the 2nd Runner-up is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *STAMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I can win a Nobel Prize for always providing breathtaking information that makes you shrivel in size. Where's the applause that I deserve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8962834363746354777?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8962834363746354777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8962834363746354777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8962834363746354777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8962834363746354777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-really-dunno-who-she-is-part-ii.html' title='I REALLY dunno who she is! (Part II)'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7086740897469705265</id><published>2007-08-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:16:16.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>I am SO TIRED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RsHD1T1mxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/E3qzGnAWuLE/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571573785707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RsHD1T1mxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/E3qzGnAWuLE/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a bad start to the week. Slept at a very I-thought-it-was-early-time of 2.30am on Monday and ended up being so tired that I need evening naps immediately when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, my blog always give me the strength to continue on! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if you guys are very bored because &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your favourite blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s owner is busy trying to fight away the bugging ghoul of tiredness, maybe you can see his &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/08/cheated_by_the.php"&gt;super hilarious entry&lt;/a&gt; by Malaysian blogger Kenny Sia. Do watch the Youtube video embedded in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about Youtube videos. I remember I still have quite some unreleased unglam videos somewhere in my folders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about my folders, I still have alot of unshared interesting photos lah! OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7086740897469705265?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7086740897469705265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7086740897469705265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7086740897469705265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7086740897469705265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I am SO TIRED!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RsHD1T1mxTI/AAAAAAAAALs/E3qzGnAWuLE/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-1182622850495386259</id><published>2007-08-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:50:07.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>In The Seasons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went out for dinner with my remaining family members on Saturday at the Rvier Valley Five Star Hainanese Chicken Rice which is a totally MUST TRY!! Plus they just renovated their shop. GUYS! Its just a few shops away from Spize. WooHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to Giant @ IMM after that because my parents think that we should go walk walk after eating. One word. CROWDED. It never change. There are just simply too many people until there are no more trolleys around for my family. The only way for us to carry our wanted goods around in the hypermarket was to put the stuff in a basket on our head. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097847820256724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr8xlT1mxNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XpKJIz0XxeE/s400/basket+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the problem with the &lt;s&gt;thongs&lt;/s&gt; throngs of people is that those items that are to be self-serviced will eventually run out very very very fast. This is the case for the fruit of the season: longman-licious &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONGANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! (see? even got the colour of longans) I was so looking forward to tneh-ing my parents to buy at least a kg back home but in the end, this is whats left behind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097849005667697890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr8yqT1mxOI/AAAAAAAAALE/cPHeGNpzqrI/s400/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lots of Longan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STICKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I knew why things became like that... Actually you can spot the problem right in the picture! People with and without plastic bags. Precisely because it is free for people to choose their pick, people turned to pick what they wanted for free! (The picture is not supposed to contain any elements of racism. It just happens that those without plastic bags are people of other races! I am so sorry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I cant also cant blame those people who pick longans for free. That batch of longans in the picture was uber sweet and juicy. I cant resist that temptation you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside the yummilicious longans in season, there is another thing in season. Of course you cant eat this thing, it might eat you instead! Let me give everybody a clue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097851256230561010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr80tT1mxPI/AAAAAAAAALM/aegvqFq_jyQ/s400/Zhang+Fei.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't catch my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; balls? How about this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097851960605197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr81WT1mxRI/AAAAAAAAALc/EA8dfg0OXTc/s400/Xu+Chun+Mei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My GAWD! Its so obvious that I think if you still can't get the clue, you guys are all intellectually challenged. LOL. okok. One final clue that will certainly give the &lt;s&gt;coffin&lt;/s&gt; game away! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097852566195586338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr815j1mxSI/AAAAAAAAALk/A7scceAlhbM/s400/Ru+Hua+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Thats right! We are all now in the super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;auspicious seventh month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the Lunar calendar! So why did I post the pictures of renowned celebrities?? Well, you make the link. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you guys think its very exciting again? All the eons-old ghost movies of zombies, Thailand's low-cost ghost movies, rumours of ghost sightings in old junior colleges etc etc etc are all going to appear again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if you are on ground level and just below you, gigantic red wooden gates had just swung wide open allowing hordes of friends to places near us (eg Giant @ IMM). But no matter what, even if they are right behind you looking at you read this post, I believe they will miss my blog too when they return back, just like you do! :D HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Anyway, for pay TV peeps! Channel 56 are replaying all the eons-old ghost movies on Saturday 3 or 3.30 pm. I can't really remember. All I know is that its a ugly weird time for ghost movies =( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that really reminded me of Getais. I want to watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;881&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Too many good comments about it. Plus I saw the 881: The Making of!! Its just like the longan-licious temptations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1182622850495386259?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1182622850495386259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1182622850495386259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1182622850495386259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1182622850495386259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-seasons.html' title='In The Seasons!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rr8xlT1mxNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XpKJIz0XxeE/s72-c/basket+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-6143365393711071038</id><published>2007-08-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:57:39.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: What A SECRET</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Please turn on your speakers and read this entry with the music :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097096845225018562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RryGkz1mxMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d0iMCruzIfo/s400/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drop all the presumptions you people have for Jay Chou and his newest (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, the ONLY one) movie, seriously! I just caught Secret with the few peeps at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JEC&lt;/span&gt; but I was rather shocked by the amount of people who were there to watch! Be it your biased mentality of him and hence his movie, we all ought to give people a CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou used a technique in his movie at certain times, just like what some dance choreographers, which makes the movie something we cannot just write it off. Even with only very ordinary backdrop, its the elements of humour sporadically inserted, Jay Chou's awkward boyishness given his age, the constant sub-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; search for the 'secret' and the most ultimate of all, the moments of heartwarming scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! In a 102 minutes movie, the director needs to get the acknowledgement of the viewers and the use of heartwarming scenes is just THE WAY TO GO! Notable parts on this is the playing of piano with 4 hands (the catepillar hands!) and Jay Chou risking himself to play the 'Secret'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Jay Chou didn't really waste his chance to show his capability with the black and white keys. But kudos man, he was really ept at piano. It will make you want to learn it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing that ordinary viewers like me can fault on is the rough transition in the storyline. I felt that it might be better and more comprehensible if everything, including Lu Xiao Yu, was just an illusion of Jay Chou, since he is a prodigy in piano and a prodigy often sees things differently from us humans right!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something worth thinking about by me is that why Jay Chou's family consist of only guys and why Lu Xiao yu's family consist of only ladies. And what happens to Jay Chou's dad after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in real life, its always the misunderstandings that caused alot of things to happen too. All in all, the storyline is like the storyline of 法医X档案. Not to say that it is ordinary and cliche, I think it is just enough. It cannot be classified as Sci-fi too, unless you consider a piano something like a teleport. I think what Jay Chou is really trying to convey is the way one can risk himself for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that sounds cliche. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ratings: 3.5/5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it being a directorial debut and the heartwarming scenes that Harry Potty didn't deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know the music is muffled. But thats really the best I can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6143365393711071038?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6143365393711071038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6143365393711071038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6143365393711071038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6143365393711071038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie-review-what-secret.html' title='Movie Review: What A SECRET'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RryGkz1mxMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d0iMCruzIfo/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-982964090154339749</id><published>2007-08-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:43:50.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Who says must go Marina??</title><content type='html'>I was listening to YES 93.3 FM just now and heard the DJ lamenting how sad it was to be unable to join in the celebrations at the world's largest platform at Marina. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats quite expected because there is only so many seats available this year for the public to get the sizzling hot tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHATS TT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a &lt;strong&gt;BIRD&lt;/strong&gt;?? *tock tock tock...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096652908815369346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rrry0T1mxII/AAAAAAAAAKU/xlo40AcS4kc/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt; leh! *tock tock tock tock...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096653024779486354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rrry7D1mxJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rpOrhfq6IFs/s400/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then should be that &lt;strong&gt;Jeeper Creeper creature&lt;/strong&gt; lah!! SOOO black!! *tock tock tock...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096653136448636066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrrzBj1mxKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8kM37QXNZE0/s400/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Its just the Chinook with our National Flag. LOL! *tock..*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says we need to go to Marina to celebrate the nation's birthday? I still can sing my heart out at every National Day song, see dear MM Lee as if he is right in front of me, stand at attention while singing the National Anthem WITH the National Flag and watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the live webcast on the Internet is a bit laggy, it really makes things more convenient as I can do everything on my com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. (literally NAH BEH!!!): Stop all the stupid debate over the use of the word 'birthday'. I know to be accurate, we should say things like 'Independence Day' because today is the day we became independent. But how to be independent without being born into the world. Birthday is more significant lah. We were very much like independent already even when we are still with Malaysia actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096653428506412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrrzSj1mxLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mmCTMEpDWmY/s400/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just another pic of the flags when they were flying towards Marina to make it just in time for the National Anthem. Those 3 earlier photographs were of a chinook with the backup flag flying back to base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yah. I know you guys are envious of the superb scenery around my house.&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/18865092-982964090154339749?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/982964090154339749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=982964090154339749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/982964090154339749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/982964090154339749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-says-must-go-marina.html' title='Who says must go Marina??'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rrry0T1mxII/AAAAAAAAAKU/xlo40AcS4kc/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-8645784329503266379</id><published>2007-08-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:45:42.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>My Fav!!</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY!!!! *WAVES* &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really recommend all the shows that Ouyang Zheng Hua acts in, like the &lt;strong&gt;Forensic Heroes&lt;/strong&gt; on Channel 55 at 9 o'clock! Besides his superb acting and cuteness, he is always lucky to get good storylines to act in. Remember to watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while I was watching today's episode about the child abuse and brick case(yah... I know it sounds rather cliche topics...), I was munching on something so delicious that most probably it can turn the show into something even more than just be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt like I attained nirvana!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should give more hints than just saying it was heavenly, although I believe that description itself is enough to let you know what I was eating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has 2 &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;golden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tastes like milk powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you put your ear close to them, you can hear them screaming for me to eat them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh MAN! If you still do not know what is this god-like food, its....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590363971110002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrcscD1mxHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QBBRN-p3TLQ/s400/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HURRY UP AND BOW! WE PRAISE YOU!! *throws my wrist in the air like how the North Koreans do to their leader&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is the legendary (like me) SMALL BUNS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the debate about the dangerous of accepting Chinese goods seem to be cordoned from this food product. And the good thing is JJC Kbox sells this (after begging the Xiao Jie to continue selling). I know I know, you secondary school students must be very tempted to enter JJC just for it right!! I KNEW IT! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I also really recommend this merit good. After I graduate from the university, I shall appeal and work hard to make this into a public good, then you will never be able to run away from it :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that attracts me to this food is the always happy Wang Wang! Eat already also happy happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590166402614370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrcsQj1mxGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XiT_xpP4WSQ/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? He looks so happy! And there are many types of packaging for it. Some is him playing soccer, some is him singing like the one above. And the packaging comes in orange, blue, green and many more! It really a handy snack not to be missed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember to try it out ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590007488824402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrcsHT1mxFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dD9HFkJy1t4/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just look at how delicious it looks. *floods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8645784329503266379?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8645784329503266379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8645784329503266379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8645784329503266379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8645784329503266379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fav.html' title='My Fav!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RrcscD1mxHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QBBRN-p3TLQ/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7010877829330563845</id><published>2007-08-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:59:32.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><title type='text'>Where's money then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sat for the lecture on Seminal Theories and Ideas by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humourous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJC&lt;/span&gt; senior GP tutor Mr Chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really felt that the lecture should be included into our content packs and not as a supplementary lessons and certainly should be taught earlier!! The reason is very simple: We need time to practise their uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, when I sat through the lecture on the part on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maslow's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hierarchy&lt;/span&gt; of Needs, I kept flipping in my head thinking that there must be something missing from the things included and I have finally found out about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where is the position of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOOLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the Maslow's pyramid??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Weird isn't it? But I gathered that it is very subjective to place money on any of the 5 levels of the pyramid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One interesting to note is that in one of his research, he found out that when our diet lacks the food for eg Vitamin C, we will automatically crave for food that will contain Vitamin C by instinct. Hence this might explain the cravings that pregnant ladies always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7010877829330563845?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7010877829330563845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7010877829330563845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7010877829330563845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7010877829330563845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/wheres-money-then.html' title='Where&apos;s money then?'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-4065509134072048769</id><published>2007-08-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:54:16.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Take A Good Notice NOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For people who frequents my blog, I think its really impossible to ignore something that takes up about 25% of the monitor screen when you had scrolled down to read some ever-hilarious entries by me. Its the Google Adsense advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone really paid some attention to the advertisements put up by some advertisers, both local and overseas? I myself when I check my entries' spacing, I will take a good look at the advertisements found there. There has been one on the feelings of NDP performers in this year's NDP 2007 and I think its really wonderful to see everyone feeling the same way when I helped Nan Hua out in NDP 2006. Put aside all those commercial motives of the blogalicious owner although its one of the prime reason by its there, some are often links to some meaningful sites that is worthy of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about noticing things around us, how long have you ignored the pots of plant outside your house? I don't know about you guys, but the boring me always love to stare hard at things around me sometimes, figuring out the difference since the last time I had taken a good look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Its always good to take a good look now while the still-beautiful scene lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4065509134072048769?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4065509134072048769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4065509134072048769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4065509134072048769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4065509134072048769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-good-notice-now.html' title='Take A Good Notice NOW!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-2217153357410957358</id><published>2007-08-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:15:01.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Busy BUSY August!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something struck me when I was doing my Maths assignment just now after the non-existent Chemistry remedial class: AUGUST IS A VERY BUSY MONTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;There is so many things going on in August and I am not refering to academic work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Firstly, we are our very own 42nd National Day on 9th Aug!! And we are celebrating it on the supposedly world biggest 'floating' platform!! *woots!!* I really miss National stadium. HANG YOUR FLAGS PEOPLE! SHOW OUR NEIGHBOURS WE ARE PROUD OF OUR COUNTRY!! *glory glory feeling :D* Another reason for loving National Day is because people are rather styled towards wearing red! which is pleasing to my eyes. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, August is also the new month for Dental Awareness!! I suppose people's oral health must really been very lousy to make the Singapore Dental Association plan for such a month. But I think the dentists really got a screw up in their birdbrain loose. If we all start brushing our teeth at least twice a day, not eat sugary food before we go to sleep etc, they will bloody lose their jobs! If they choose me as the president of the Association, things will be much different! RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirdly, 1st Aug is also the humble Nurses' Day!!! Come on come on! Stand up on your chair now and salute at the word 'Nurses'! Without them, it wil be those ticko doctors helping your mama to deliver you into the world! Without them the hospital is as good as nothing! Without them, the raging hormones in some guys will never get appleased. Nonetheless, thank you you missy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fourth, 2nd Aug is the day set aside for purchasing items with your own carrier!! As in dont use the plastic bags that they give and use your own 八宝带 like Mam Cool's!! The actual name is 自备购物带日. Its a habit that all should practise. NOW PEOPLE, start using your own bag to use a fridge, a telly and a PC. Dont care dont care, not big enough is your own problem! Its 'Use Your Own Carrier Day' geddit!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually I really think that these days might not meet their objectives. I only heard about some of the days today, HOW TO PREPARE FOR IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, SEE? August is really a very busy month with so many days to note and wat not. I wan to go buy something with my own crumpler bag and then see a dentist with a nurse's help for me to sing the National Anthem properly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-2217153357410957358?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/2217153357410957358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=2217153357410957358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2217153357410957358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/2217153357410957358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy-august.html' title='Busy BUSY August!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-4641188450093362689</id><published>2007-07-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:04:18.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>HTTP 404 NOT FOUND!!</title><content type='html'>This is like the 978263746765th time that I am attempting to log into my Nuffnang account and I also failed 978263746765 times. Received their mail about why it is happening, did what they said but it just keep showing the page with HTTP 404 NOT FOUND! The reason they gave is that my browser cannot connect with their site. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in life, many things also happen due to the above reason. Just look at the amount of times you were warring with your best friend because you hav heard something unpleasant and jumped to conclusion? How many times you need to apologise for not speaking clearly leading to a misunderstanding? The reason is simple. You dont understand others because you failed to connect to them. Like Suria and Channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the recent incident between a class chairman and a band vice president. It may be due to the chairman's misunderstanding of the vice president's awkward language and body language, it may be due to the vice president's unshakable mentality of how he should behave and how he expects people to see of him and how he expects people to place their trust in him and his trust on them, it may be due to so many things that I should not list here due to my blog's popularity!! But do the 2 guy know what is happening between them? Only the one who can climb the mountains can see the logic. If the rationale for everything is for his good, I think he has still not understood whats wrong with him. Now that I have climbed that mountain, built a hut, engineered a telescope, learnt to weather forecast and dug a natural spring, I cordoned my comfort zone. So MUM! Whats for dinner!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for something more close to my heart, the same situation occurs like a repetitive nightmare replaying itself in the studios at PA. What has been there since I knew it was gone, vanished in thin air just like that. Is it because of the people? a sole person? the mentality? a very very very deep misunderstanding? or there is something going on that I do not know? I really don't know. After the last performance, I really told myself to temporaily retire, although things have not settled down. True enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you in future please use an extra 5 seconds to make yourself clearer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the amount of sincerity you once present to your friends? Everybody faces the same problem when they grow up. Think back. When was the last time you sacrificed something for someone? been through think and thin with someone? spare that 5 seconds to make yourself clearer? or even told your friends truthfully that you have studied for a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone what I am talking about. It happening everytime we have tests. I do not need to dwell anymore in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you loses the chance to ever spend some quality time with your friends, can we all throw out that sincerity and truthfulness on the table and shout: SHOWHAND!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really envy JW(Not Jian Wei) alot! We want to love our friends to bits, enjoy every single possible time with them. But I think it can only happen if both party can compromise and know that if your friend is not really interested in your rantings of high class dinner or soccer then you shouldnt continue because you will be only playing music to cows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love my friends to bits, controversial or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL! RZJ is going to win!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4641188450093362689?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4641188450093362689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4641188450093362689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4641188450093362689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4641188450093362689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/http-404-not-found.html' title='HTTP 404 NOT FOUND!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-1179644061209962386</id><published>2007-07-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:51:51.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06s05'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Recent Outings!</title><content type='html'>After much hype (from me) about Harry Potty and the new movie, we finally went to watch it! Review on it is &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-review-harry-potter-and-wrong.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something interested me when we were walking and pushing and sqqquuueeeeezzzziiinnnggg with people out of the Somerset MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091851783918502962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnkOD1mxDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eNI7b85VYqQ/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YEP! Thats our new NEWater pipes that can be seen at alot of places around Singapore! But but but, I just keep thinking that the place they install the pipes can easily remind people for the NEWater-being-shitwater scare a few years back when the gahmen just released news. See for yourself in the pic. EEW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivy, Kim Yein and me went to Orchard on Tuesday for some god-knows-why reason, even when we knew that 'our snowball is already this large' (quoted from Ivy). Yep yep, its really this large now. We, ok they, bought stuff like greenies, bread, sushi, went to the new Banana Republic flagstore in Paragon and MOS(Burger) in Taka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivy was so in anticipation for her Unagi Burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091850766011253762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnjSz1mxAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4etKs-rZq9M/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she greedily opened up her burger wrappings and thought she was seeing things because her burger look like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091850929220011026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnjcT1mxBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6uyLVgxvxQg/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep! We all know that the fantabulous Unagi Rice Burger @ MOS comes with seaweed. But hers look like Kong Ba Pau, if you know what it means. and Evil Kim Yein was still laughing at her fate. But actually, it looks rather ok close up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091851045184128034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnjjD1mxCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WWSosWur2BE/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Err, quite ok lah right? I think MOS was just being extra generous that day, just that this whole lot of seaweed seem to make eating it difficult. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the end, Ivy went home looking like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091852011551769666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnkbT1mxEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IhKGga4DkM0/s400/Wrinkled+face.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because she ate the whole lot of wrinkled seaweeds. HAHAHAHA! She's gonna kill me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I really wonder why I still get irritated/pissed by him when I already know him inside out (figurative of course). I just hope that what I did for GP was not dumb. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1179644061209962386?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1179644061209962386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1179644061209962386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1179644061209962386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1179644061209962386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/recent-outings.html' title='Recent Outings!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RqnkOD1mxDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eNI7b85VYqQ/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-4860745042988082065</id><published>2007-07-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:18:57.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Foot Binding!!</title><content type='html'>I really wondered how did the practice of binding foot to make ancient women in China look beautiful. Didn't really had the time these few days to read up about it or whatsoever so I thought I might just post some pictures on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T WORRY, the pictures are NOT R(21) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091846977850098642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rqnf2T1mw9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/AF7USajLsPE/s400/chinka(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken from a old lady living in China who still binds her feet in order to maintain the 'beauty' behind it, which I find it difficult to apprehend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the shoes and binds are off, living the socks, those that I usually rock. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091847050864542690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rqnf6j1mw-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DdcOuO9Chjo/s400/chinka(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think from this picture you guys can already quite clearly see the toe. Yep, the one and only visible toe. HEY! then where did the rest go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091847132468921330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rqnf_T1mw_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bwx7PlGLBTA/s400/chinka(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you are. the other 4 toes. I cant possibly believe her smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weird position of the 4 litttle toes is due to the the binding of the feel from young til now. Thus as the bones are restricted to grow in a certain desired direction, the binders lead their own feet to the formation of such. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You must have a burning question to ask after digesting the pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What on earth is the deep slit/cut at the middle of the foot???????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to a renowned self-assumist Dr Teo Wei Hong, the original sole of the foot was at where the cut began. Due to the warped front part of the feet being thicker, the heels thus also grew for the lady to level up to gain balance, thus leading to the slit. He thinks that the slit does not join up as they are growing as different entities, independent of each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wonder how she can stand not being to wriggle her little toes, like how I do it every morning on bed. It must been hellish, at least for me who saw the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NB: Pictures taken from bentoh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4860745042988082065?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4860745042988082065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4860745042988082065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4860745042988082065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4860745042988082065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/foot-binding.html' title='Foot Binding!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rqnf2T1mw9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/AF7USajLsPE/s72-c/chinka(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7271978530952412486</id><published>2007-07-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:44:22.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Harry Potter and the WRONG Order of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>I have just finished viewing the Order of the Phoenix like 2 hours ago and I cant wait to blog the things down!!! As the title said it all, the movie has some scenes that mixed up the order and even have alot of missing scenes!!! *SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG Order / Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;- I thought the attack by the dementors were in night time&lt;br /&gt;- Vernon didn't left the house after Dudley was carried home due to Dudley not feeling comfortable. I thought it should be due to the Best Lawn Competition (Scam)&lt;br /&gt;- The dudes from the Order of Phoenix flew very low while travelling to Grimmauld Place&lt;br /&gt;- The dream Harry got at Grimmauld Place travelled too far into the Department of Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;- Harry saw Lucius Malfoy BEFORE the hearing, should be AFTER&lt;br /&gt;- Divulging the secret of DA is by Cho Chang's friend, not Cho Chang&lt;br /&gt;- The number of Educational Decrees increased to 90++&lt;br /&gt;- No interruption of OWLs due to Fred &amp; George&lt;br /&gt;- The other side of the Veil below the arch is supposed to be pitch black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING Order / Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;- Did not show how angry Harry was for losing touch with his friends while at the Dusleys&lt;br /&gt;- Did not receive the 2nd letter from the Ministry of Magic and from Dumblydore&lt;br /&gt;- Vernon didn't show how irritated he was with the owls&lt;br /&gt;- Did not show how Tonks helped Harry to pack his luggage&lt;br /&gt;- Did not show the luggage being attached to the broomstick while flying to Grimmauld Place&lt;br /&gt;- No badge for visitors into the Ministry of Magic&lt;br /&gt;- No staying in Mr. Weasley's office before realising the changed timing of the hearing&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of Quidditch&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of Umbridge confiscating Harry's Firebolt&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of Hermione casting a charm on the namelist of DA members&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of visiting of Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo and coincidental meeting of Longbottom&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of the swarm caused by Fred &amp; George&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of Flitwick not helping Umbridge to clear the swarm&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of Minerva McGonagall being attacked by the Inquisitorial Team outside Hagrid's&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of the DA members trying out different doors before reaching the room with the prophecy&lt;br /&gt;- No showing of the golden statues in the Ministry of Magic helping Dumbledore out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are still some more but my tired brains only allow me to rememeber until here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I feel that it is a movie for people who have read the book because for those who didnt, it will be very difficult for them to know who is who and how all these happened. Changes in scenes may also be confusing for some. Many parts whereby David Yates can emphasise on even more and not employ a touch-and-go method. If you love Harry Potter that much that you must see the movie, like me, ask a Harry know-how to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about movies is that although most people has already expected in cuts in the storyline, at least make up for the lost with excellent graphics which I find room for improvement in this movie. Emotions provking parts such as Harry Cho Chang kissing scene, Occlumency lessons with Snape and the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort *shudders* can be more well done, at least with more thrill and build up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people always says love is blind, thats why people will still go for the movie no matter how lousy the reviews are. I am not saying its not nice, but just lost focus during the movie. You know, that inelastic demand thing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; upon 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7271978530952412486?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7271978530952412486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7271978530952412486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7271978530952412486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7271978530952412486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-review-harry-potter-and-wrong.html' title='Movie Review: Harry Potter and the WRONG Order of the Phoenix'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8227858650829465645</id><published>2007-07-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:11:37.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>They: Alan Greenspan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rp9d-iU44SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jnET2uYABn4/s1600-h/Alan+Greenspan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088889432899641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rp9d-iU44SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jnET2uYABn4/s400/Alan+Greenspan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alan Greenspan was the Chairman of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserves (American) for 5 presidential terms, meaning 20 years of service heading many monumental policies, especially on the monetary side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his First Class Honours (summa cum laude), Master's Degree and PhD in Economics from New York University, something which Adrian will deem as unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has successfully safeguarded the Amercian economy many times from possible stock market crashes, such as the 'Black Market' which occurred just 2 months after he was elected for the Chairmanship at Fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is certainly quite an inspiration (I dont mean the spectacles part) to me as he is just like the mastermind behind the Amercian economy, having the ability to crash the market any moment. And I think thats why I love economics; I can formulate policies to bring maximisation of benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Adrian, it super cool to be able to sit at the window and point at some charts while on telecast on ChannelNewsAsia. Although Singapore does not have a central bank like Fed for me to aspire to (LOL), I want to be part of the team of people influencing the future of Singapore's economy. ISNT TT NOBLE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WEIQIN SAYS MAS ONLY ACCEPT TOP NOTCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be like Goh Chok Tong then. He got a Master's in Economic (Labour Economics) and he heads the MAS for PM Lee! LOL thats a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can aspire, for now, to be top notch, I mean in economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I ONLY TAKE H1 Economcis lehhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going bonkers. this entry is in a mess. All the Unis offer attractive joint / double Economics majors with something else like Actuarial Studies, Law, &lt;s&gt;mathematics&lt;/s&gt;, Engineering, Finance etc. BUT NUS sounds so cool with the 19th position in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! This is sucha lousy entry!!!! FORGIVE ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonked out ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8227858650829465645?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8227858650829465645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8227858650829465645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8227858650829465645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8227858650829465645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-alan-greenspan.html' title='They: Alan Greenspan'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rp9d-iU44SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jnET2uYABn4/s72-c/Alan+Greenspan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-4468078720252770894</id><published>2007-07-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:30:40.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Its Currently Incurable.</title><content type='html'>[NEWSFLASH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno what Mr Peh told my mum. Whatever it is, I am now deemed as a fast dumb ass who is uncomparable to my brother. Oh well, not unexpected. Is studies everything? I just dun like it when she comes wailing into my room and start complaining that I did very badly in school. I think I am still bright enough to realise that myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[END OF NEWSFLASH]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I came across this poster when I was surfing for Mi Lu Bing's news album's pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086947845688844546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rph4HSU44QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DidBG1SMS-M/s400/AIDS+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, I know its abit too small to apprehend the poster. Its about the consequences for making out every that often, especially for the youths as there has been an increase in youths having pre-marital sex (I wonder how do they know abt it too). But I think you guys will find the below 2 posters more appealing. LOL! ENJOY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086948343905050898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rph4kSU44RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MS2trDnhFS4/s400/AIDS+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was it? LOL. Please mind where you stick your rod from now on. because.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIDS is incurable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&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/18865092-4468078720252770894?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4468078720252770894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4468078720252770894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4468078720252770894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4468078720252770894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-currently-incurable.html' title='Its Currently Incurable.'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rph4HSU44QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DidBG1SMS-M/s72-c/AIDS+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-670005379634715896</id><published>2007-07-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:33:20.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Potter Never Says DIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POTTER NEVER SAYS DIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085219980076374642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RpJUoRUr2nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Pd-CmPev3ds/s400/HP+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE: This entry might be a SPOILER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO! J.K Rowling has just released news that the seventh book of the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows which is to be released on the 21st of July, might not be the end of the world's most powerful boy wizard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She issued a statement through her publisher Bloomsbury, saying "never say never" in response to the "Save Harry" campaign after having made similar remarks during a BBC television interview on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that Harry's story comes to quite a clear end, sadly," Rowling said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I've always said that I wouldn't say never. I can't say I'll never write another book about that world just because I think, what do I know in 10 years' time...? But I think it's unlikely." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rowling had previously disclosed that two characters will die, fuelling speculation that one of them will be Harry himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085218339398867554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RpJTIxUr2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QJKFOXVFtKY/s400/HP+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I really love Maggie Smith, Professor Minerva McGonagall!! I cant see how the director is going to stuff 766 pages of excitement into only a mere 3 hour movie. I hope it will not be like Goblet of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND as this is supposed to be a spoiler, I shall present to everyone the contentious character: Professor Dolores Umbridge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085220491177482882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RpJVGBUr2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uygT-VUoluU/s400/HP+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really didnt expect her to be so fat lah! ohohohoh! and i hope they show the examinations on Divination because got tea leaves reading!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY CANT WAIT FOR THE BOOK AND THE STORY!!! SAVE UP NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-670005379634715896?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/670005379634715896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=670005379634715896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/670005379634715896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/670005379634715896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/potter-never-says-die-note-this-entry.html' title='Potter Never Says DIE!!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RpJUoRUr2nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Pd-CmPev3ds/s72-c/HP+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-5701218162688934017</id><published>2007-07-09T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:34:03.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>SAVE THAT BLOODY FISH FROM THAT BOILING WOK OF OIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAVE THAT &lt;s&gt;BLOODY&lt;/s&gt; FISH FROM THAT BOILING WOK OF OIL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I really cannot imagine that happening and the worst is the news showed people enjoying the fish meat lah!!! *PUKES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the Hong Kong / China restaurant chef learnt this particular method of cooking a fish, namely the Li3 Yu2, from a highly respected master in order to provide the freshest fish meat to consumers. This, unethical method as according to me, involved first boiling a wokful of oil and by holding the fish by its head with a towel, sink the tail and body of the fish into the boiling oil and fry it. NOTE! At that point of time, the fish is not dead. It is still living with flour and what not spreaded over the body. So the chef fry and fry until the body is crispy, take it out and put on a plate, pour the sauce over the bodywith the fish's mouth still gaping in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhumanely, the fish dish is one of the more popular one despite the fact that the fish as a vertebrate feels more pain than an animal without a backbone. OMG U CAN STILL SEE THE FISH'S MOUTHING OPENING AND CLOSING LAH, although at that point of time the fish can no longer feel anything below its head but prolly pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local animal rights group argue with the vertebrate theory and that though we already know that killing of animals is inevitable as it is part of the food chain, there is no need for such treatment to animals and the group had brought the matter up to the local authorities. Local authorities had ordered the cancellation of the dish from the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! I really dun see the difference in the fish's meat when u kill it and cook it immediately and cooking it while its alive. Will the meat even taste good when the fish struggles to jump out of the boiling oil????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really cant believe the stupidity of humans, doing these kind of selfish acts for that little satisfaction. Though, no matter wat, the fish has to die, i believe it does not hurt us to be more humane in our dealings with fellow friends from the animal kingdom and to me, a clear conscience is more important than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5701218162688934017?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5701218162688934017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5701218162688934017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5701218162688934017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5701218162688934017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/07/save-that-bloody-fish-from-that-boiling.html' title='SAVE THAT BLOODY FISH FROM THAT BOILING WOK OF OIL!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-3610794785407412034</id><published>2007-06-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:45:53.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Baby Ally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died seeing her! Now here's some hope for all gays out there who became hopeless. She's your ray of hope!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-3610794785407412034?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/3610794785407412034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=3610794785407412034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3610794785407412034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3610794785407412034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-ally.html' title='Baby Ally!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-7921414226635679058</id><published>2007-06-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:12:02.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>I REALLY dunno who she is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RoTO3BUr2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QF1Oe2WPLb4/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081413724224084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RoTO3BUr2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QF1Oe2WPLb4/s400/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP ASKING ME!! *pouts* I REALLY dunno who is lady in the centre is!!!! Fancy showing an article from Mag U about the extent of success of the much-anticipated Star Search. Apparently the lady was from the 1999 Star Search. She didnt win :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a copy NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;According to research, the centre lady was the 2nd Runner Up for the 1999 Star Search. NOT BAD Ms Ng! *OOPS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7921414226635679058?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7921414226635679058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7921414226635679058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7921414226635679058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7921414226635679058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-dunno-who-she-is.html' title='I REALLY dunno who she is!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RoTO3BUr2jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QF1Oe2WPLb4/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-161213961600567310</id><published>2007-06-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:24:12.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Term 3 Begins!!</title><content type='html'>LOL! School reopened today!! WOOHOO! And surprisingly, all the teachers were extra nice today :) Mr ___ didnt talk during morning assembly today, Mdm Khoo was extra patient during tutorial and lecture, Ms Lai even PRAISED her Economics lecture group for improving and thats really the fist time in 1.5 years under her, and we got to watch some documentary for GP lah! I really love Mondays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more surprising is that when we got down to the canteen from the Maths tutorial, the canteen is empty LAH! OMGOMGOMG!!!! but in the end still sit all the way in front of the canteen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST: We didnt get back any papers! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D Only that Ms Lai revealed some information abt the marks in our class. I hope for good news, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point of time, I jus sneezed out of the window and i heard echoes! HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why! Whenever I see JW's(no, not jianwei -.-) blog, I feel super energised and optimistic! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tt survey for Christofle de gf! I cant believe that I did, although I tot the survey was quite badly prepared. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up with GE on Sunday. My only tot is that its a more matured maple. AHHA! and plus a combination of alot of games like Diablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entry is in a frenzy like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JUNYANG! I am not addicted to GE LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml i ttink also no paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml my brother then really coming back! tio scammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATEVER! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BOYFRENS AND GIRLFRENS! :D THEY ARE MINE, ALWAYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-161213961600567310?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/161213961600567310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=161213961600567310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/161213961600567310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/161213961600567310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-begins.html' title='Term 3 Begins!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8971817025990932618</id><published>2007-06-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:28:48.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>busy BUSY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brother is coming back from England tml! BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247038776200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rn0cRVC1y-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZEKK7pwkJdw/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247631481687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rn0cz1C1y_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8sQj2_Hifhg/s400/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079248301496585218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rn0da1C1zAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Nn04SAOheg0/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead tml.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this part is for Shana. So, the NICE SHANA (2 words requested by hers truly) wants to be mentioned on my blog. So I wanna thank her for giving me the chance to write her name on my bloggy. COOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO WANNA GET UP ON THE DEMI-POINTE AND DANCE AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079249663001218066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rn0eqFC1zBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dATLLGcBJo8/s400/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;COUNTDOWN TO COLLEGE REOPEN: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8971817025990932618?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8971817025990932618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8971817025990932618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8971817025990932618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8971817025990932618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-busy.html' title='busy BUSY!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Rn0cRVC1y-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZEKK7pwkJdw/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7877156314171394972</id><published>2007-06-08T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T03:43:42.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>My Life? Whats next then.</title><content type='html'>Dreamily, I turned on my com and decided to click on my MDC Favourite out of routine. Drop dead. MDC Audition on the 9th of June and my achilles is still hurting like ever. Talked to Jan online whose mind was certainly not very with me on the MDC topic and so I decided to call up the company who posted the Audition date so late -.- first line. Automated machine which ended off asking me to leave a voice message. Second line. A guy picked up the phone and started off rather dazed. '... the dance MDC does is more to the hiphop genre...' My heart skipped a beat as if I saw that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what a start to my day, with tt bad piece of news. The soundwave of the word 'hiphop' just simply irks me. Just now, had a talk with Adrian online and he asked a question that stunned me a bit. 'I tot dancers dance for the sake of performing and not for the genre?' I thought back to the time when I was addicted to dance. Did I dance for the sake of dancing? I think I didnt, because I dance for the sake of the dance genres which I like very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day just carried on lifelessly until I went swimming when I felt myself. Limitations to myself when I can feel it, although my achilles and ankles hurt. Gays at BV Pool is already a common sight to me, if I don't see them, I dun feel BV Pool. LOL. Now, i am starting to fell something about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day is when I decided I will give the MDC Audition a miss. Even though I think Acting and dancing should be no big problem to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tino came online. Saw his new pic. Decided to go frenster see see. Saw Jiawei de profile and my heart skipped a beat again. Same feeling. Went to his blog. NOW this is when I got filled with many many feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life, my life. Totally different entity. I thought to myself, as usual. Just look at the differences between our lives! Same age, but so many differences! Looks aside, appearance aside, affluence aside, just our lives! I seem to have been losing out on so many things! No doubt I do have fun in JJ, but its of totally different level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am always so bounded by so many things and unable to do so many things that I wanted. Then I tell myself: my solace is in dance, something I always wanted to excel in. But nature never allows that to happen. Weight aside, I was born with feet undesired for dancing. I can tell Jan and Esther that my feet will never bother me again. I know it, my feet know it, its affect great time. why? because I cant turn with it. maybe blame it on the fact that I have not seen any dance teacher being able to dance ballet with my type of feet. thats why I got so emo when I watched Centerstage, when the girl told her mum why she did dance the principal role. Think Baoshun Laoshi. but I never learnt chinese dance and do not know who well I can excel in it. How far can I go? I see Sylvie Guillem does fantastic Don Q variations, Mikhal and his fantabulous Don Q choreography for ABT, and even the 2 Jap guys practising ballet with Juichi Kobayashi. I can imagine myself never being back to attain tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that everyone in Nan Hua can certain dance better than me, because everyone there has natural qualities! and me? I haven never been assured on my abilities. I have missed out the most in my Secondary dance times and I cant never be the one convincing people how fun SYF can be. Thats why I want to do my best to give everyone a hell of a time at SYF trainings. How long more can I stay, helping those in Nan Hua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more things people of my age have experienced and yet i haven. Of course, i have experienced many things that other have not too, like drowning, being thrown up into the air by my dearest dancers, being fat, having a ballet grade, controlling a life of a stage, choreographing a dance with many interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people progress with their lives make me wonder wat I have been doing with mine. Juniors going for audition for their new phase of life, people getting attached, people discovering the world, people with a colourful life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps today is another passing emotion, desire for a different kind of lifestyle that I rarely experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7877156314171394972?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7877156314171394972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7877156314171394972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7877156314171394972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7877156314171394972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-whats-next-then.html' title='My Life? Whats next then.'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8399265616346068514</id><published>2007-06-01T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:40:05.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Beloved Buona Vista Swimming Complex!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quoted from my Alexandra Hospital doctor: Even if your tendon is now damaged, it shouldnt stop you from exercising. You can always do exercises that puts minimal strain on your Achilles Tendon like swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HERE I GO, jumping into the magnificent pools every now and then whenever I have the time to. HAHA!! And of course, I always go to my beloved Buona Vista poooOOoooOoOooOooooOoOoL! I swam there since I was 7 ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there has changed much since I began swimming there, except for the colour of the whole complex. IF I never remember wrongly it was repainted about..... 3 times? AIYA, its just a way by the Sports Council to hide how old the complex is. OH YAH! The stall selling yummy fishballs and fish fillet is gone too! darn wasted coz the food there is HEAVENLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something is going very wrong at the BV Pool!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quoted from Fridae.com - Empowering GayAsia: Pools - Some public swimming pools are hotbeds of gay activity, both for cruising and on-the-spot gratification. Do be discreet in the shower rooms, though. Buona Vista Swimming Pool10 mins walk from Buona Vista MRT, very near Holland Village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BV Pool, due to its old structure, have an indoor al-fresco bathing concept! It serious and really scary for a SMALL LITTLE BOY LIKE MEMEMEMEMEMEMEME YOU NOE!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now whenever I go to swim, you get weird stares at weird places, people following you into the changing room, people looking at you bath (YES I AM TALKING ABOUT A LAO AH PEK).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talking about that lao ah pek(LAP) makes me puke. I seriously didnt really see him swim in the pool before but he is almost always in the changing room bathing -.- Let me describe him: in his 50s, bald, belly huger than mine, walks around fast-paced and with a broken wrist, travelling between the 2 showering areas to inspect his fellow brothers. JITTERY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personally, I have nothing much against homosexuality but at least behave with some respect for yourself can!!! Moreover the guy is already a LAP! SHIVERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Being the hero or the knight in the *SHING* *SHING* Armour, I shall produce the Secret Manual for Recognising GLAP at the Pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Balding Grey Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Belly bigger than Wei Hong's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Gold Chain and Diamond earstud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Broken Wrist while walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Only looks at places that is private to you except while the GLAP is walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Brisk walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Pinky forever up, regardless of drying or wearing clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Attempts to bath near you! AHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OF COURSE, these are my personal ways of recognising GLAP and they are only guidelines ok! Dont take them too seriously! HAHA! We all love our own G-less LAP :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO COMMON TESTS: 17 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8399265616346068514?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8399265616346068514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8399265616346068514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8399265616346068514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8399265616346068514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/06/beloved-buona-vista-swimming-complex.html' title='Beloved Buona Vista Swimming Complex!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5584963120170132522</id><published>2007-05-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:01:05.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06s05'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Videos Upload!</title><content type='html'>LOL! Absence makes the heart grow fonder right?!?! haha! Enjoy the JING BAO videos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GHOST @ LT 5!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbFQsKcuvCk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GHOST @ LT 5 Backstage!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mz8FmVyqdJs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Makings of GHOST!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aka the failed attempt lah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nhE_Db8L10" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unglam ‘美’嫂女 @ Grandstand!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OiUiynPcvo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OiUiynPcvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we really got not many ways to entertain ourselves in JC life. thats why we were all driven to do all these to destress our poor souls! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5584963120170132522?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5584963120170132522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5584963120170132522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5584963120170132522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5584963120170132522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/05/videos-upload.html' title='Videos Upload!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-1863896436234949732</id><published>2007-03-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:04:19.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Lame Shit!</title><content type='html'>TEACHER : Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What sign?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, why are you doing your math sums on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, how do you spell "crocodile"?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : "HIJKLMNO"!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Correct. Now, class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : Balgobin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER : I think so. What do you want me to write?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Your name on this report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : How can you prevent diseases caused by biting insects?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Don't bite any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, give me a sentence starting with "I".&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, Balgobin. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : "George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : "Because George still had the axe in his hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt ?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER : No. Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots!&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair just like that at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : Brotherly love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, Balgobin, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Balgobin, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;BALGOBIN : A teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Thats what I call a guai lan kia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1863896436234949732?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1863896436234949732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1863896436234949732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1863896436234949732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1863896436234949732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/03/lame-shit.html' title='Lame Shit!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-827075892408211473</id><published>2007-03-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:47:44.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: Center Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got this movie from my sister long long time ago but always didn't have the time to write something about it! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the story begins with a girl, Jodie Sawyer, going for an audition for entry into American Ballet Company (ABC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045508901802587986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgU_nSsDt1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EImlDnGGHlQ/s400/PDVD_002.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Of course, for the story to continue, she got into the compnay as Apprentice and still need to go through a round of selection where only 3 girls and guys will be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045532537007618258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVVHCsDuNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EZUFv0WuWQw/s400/PDVD_005.BMP" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then things starts to pick up with a scene where by ABC dancers were trying hard to season their pointe shoes! Quite surprised by the different methods to season the shoes! There is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045511959819302770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVCZSsDt3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/7pD9_1ccCrM/s400/PDVD_011.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Using the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512200337471362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVCnSsDt4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RhdMFnrta4Y/s400/PDVD_012.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Stepping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512453740541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVC2CsDt5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/g02zMCM9S50/s400/PDVD_013.BMP" border="0" /&gt;'Hammering'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512767273154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVDISsDt6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/523pNnHJFQI/s400/PDVD_017.BMP" border="0" /&gt;'Scratching'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045512969136617394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVDUCsDt7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/VUptGNMyPqY/s400/PDVD_022.BMP" border="0" /&gt;And after so many 'seasoning', they go on their pointe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045513806655240130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVEEysDt8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ieuERWCbi2M/s400/PDVD_027.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045514330641250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVEjSsDt9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/L6cQX1CYY-4/s400/PDVD_029.BMP" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Proper ballet started with the barre work by instructress Juliet, a supposedly very good dancer in her younger times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045515649196210146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVFwCsDt-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/esLZTZIaC7k/s400/PDVD_026.BMP" border="0" /&gt;If the girl on the left is attending Yongwei's lessons, she would have been murdered. LOL Juliet then realised that she got a unperfect student in her class because she got a turnout that is deemed as not enough in the show! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045516929096464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVG6isDt_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4-2SSHlyF9o/s400/PDVD_035.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045517633471100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVHjisDuAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z3NSh-PnTJY/s400/PDVD_036.BMP" border="0" /&gt;So she pushed herself to greater turnout but has not been used to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045518114507438098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVH_isDuBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KHbsikDZBd8/s400/PDVD_037.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Juliet then meets another trouble student Eva! A supposedly great dancer with a lousy attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045519377227823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVJJCsDuCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9rYU_TEi3ag/s400/PDVD_040.BMP" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045519866854094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVJlisDuDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IVjCLPiqukU/s400/PDVD_051.BMP" border="0" /&gt;And she is so good that those girls who has already been training with American Ballet Academy (ABA) gets shocked and jealous, an very ugly scene and portrayal of dancers although it remains very much a fact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045520549753894978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVKNSsDuEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bazniCiWK08/s400/PDVD_062.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Then after some fillers in the show to attract people in the feild to watch, the show went back to how Jodie was struggling in the lessons in ABT, being corrected by several instructors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045521524711471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVLGCsDuFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ys3VUKchKi0/s400/PDVD_122.BMP" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045521894078658658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVLbisDuGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QXzIqj0NrtI/s400/PDVD_137.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Eve then became very pissed because she feels that the teachers were over scrutinizing Jodie in whatever she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045522692942575730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVMKCsDuHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NDznKDN5XBg/s400/PDVD_125.BMP" border="0" /&gt;But she was very hardworking so she kept training herself to be able to make the mark in the company that she yearns to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045523221223553154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVMoysDuII/AAAAAAAAAGg/Soy-3PEf6vk/s400/PDVD_140.BMP" border="0" /&gt;And she ends up suffering from physical pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045523650720282770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVNBysDuJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NKtbhsXG3Hc/s400/PDVD_143.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Then she was called in by Juliet and the company director Jonathan Reeves as they wanted to explain that she still have a chance at normal academical life instead of joining the company because they felt that she dun have the natural qualities needed in a great ballet dancer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045524376569755810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVNsCsDuKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4i64-rrn-HY/s400/PDVD_154.BMP" border="0" /&gt;Then they started preapring for their Graduation showcase items that will determine if they would enter the company. Eva got into the corps in Jonathan's ballet. And she was not happy. So her attitude towards Jonathan and Juliet was extremely bad. Thus Juliet wanted her to stay back after class and talk to her. This is also my favourite part in the show as it is very inspirational, at least to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045525510441121970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVOuCsDuLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZOYeDA8g1ec/s400/PDVD_185.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Headstrong, egotistcal, unforgiving, arrogant does not help. The thing is you would be hardpressed to find any choreographer or company director who isn't like that. The unwise dancers blame him. He&lt;/em&gt;[a choreographer Juliet has worked for]&lt;em&gt; didnt like me. He was unfair. I should have had that role. The smart ones know where to look to when things get rough. It isn't there&lt;/em&gt;[looking at the practice space]&lt;em&gt;. It's here&lt;/em&gt;[tapping at the barre]&lt;em&gt;. No matter what happened in class, in performance, last week, 5 minutes ago, if you come back here&lt;/em&gt;[hands stil at the barre]&lt;em&gt;, you will be home.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045528400954112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgVRWSsDuMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qJa29wG-yRs/s400/PDVD_189.BMP" border="0" /&gt;That scene really touched me alot. Because what was acted out had truly reflected many things. In dance, you do meet competitions or a lousy part in a choreography. But does grumbling and not cooperating helps? No. You will be even more condemned to that role. Action speaks louder than words, much. We have to go back to our basics, our practises to prove ourselves, not by just sprouting nonsense in class. And if you are willing to put down that ego and train up yourself from the basics, you will be a greater dancer or human as a whole. You will be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am really inspired by that scene alot. Although the show also bought out alot of ugly facts about dance/ballet, which includes the unacceptance of people with undesirable qualities such as being out of shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show then went on about the graduation showcase which displayed the strong technicalities of ABT dancers. No pics will be posted lo. But I think would recommend dancers to go and watch the show because many scenes are so familiar and yet lets you see things in another perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many turns in plot of the story. Keeps one's attention on the show rather well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18865092-827075892408211473?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/827075892408211473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=827075892408211473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/827075892408211473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/827075892408211473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/03/movie-review-center-stage.html' title='Movie Review: Center Stage'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RgU_nSsDt1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EImlDnGGHlQ/s72-c/PDVD_002.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-4728278344993337263</id><published>2007-03-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:13:19.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballet'/><title type='text'>Grade 6 Exams</title><content type='html'>WOW! I really cant believe it that I 'sat' for my CSTD Grade 6 Exams on 17/3/2007 at 4.20 pm, just after roughly 6 months of training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed like not long ago when I stepped into Toa Payoh South CC Dance Studio &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LATE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Zixiang and Kaiwei for lessons under Ms Choo. It was so awkward for me to be with a group of Higher Primary or Lower Secondary girls to attend the lessons lah! And it was then when I was introduced to my best fren, Mr Barre. I date with him every Sunday then, touch and feel him thoroughly for 1.5 hrs and use it fruitfully to my satisfaction. And he will silently see all my positions, from right to wrong. He is always there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a super crash course, because we are learning things other people have learnt in 5 years. Beside stuff for free work, we still need to learn the Barre Work and Centre Work faithfully and wats worse is SHANA will always be in front watching my class because her class is after mine! And it definitely makes it more stressful ok! Ms Choo still got to use some of the time to reteach some terms for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ancient art buffles me! Who in his/her sane mind create a dimension of its own out of the blue??? Its creation is a big matter by itself because its technical specificity is already very amazing to many. Days before the exams I began more searching of ballet videos on Youtube and it really motivated me alot to see how they danced and make magic through ballet! Especially La Sylphide, with their light and quick footwork and it really lightened my heart alot in face of the exams. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam experience was interesting. Because this was my first time being examined that closely by a person. Although I was really very fatigued because I didnt listen to Laoshi's advice to rest 2 days before, I still managed to went through the 50 minutes unhurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know I am starting to make things too complicated. LOL Most probably you might just think its only an exam. LOL let me be! Its my first Ballet exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D mastering the ancient art :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4728278344993337263?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4728278344993337263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4728278344993337263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4728278344993337263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4728278344993337263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/03/grade-6-exams.html' title='Grade 6 Exams'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-5211409761424679675</id><published>2007-02-25T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:05:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forlorn</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from a forlorn tuabehgong's mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the past year, many things has changed a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Now I am much more involved in PA Dance's performances due to Chingay. I do think back and consider whether this is right or wrong. because I know that DI is where i learnt everything from(and of course nhds). We were a 'loan' in the first place and we shld be 'returned' dutifully. No doubt these events makes me more familiar with people dancing in PA dance and realise the facade of a good reputation of some dancers, I became more exposed to different type of dance forms or i shld say different techniques used in chinese dance ba. There are things that I enjoy that I dun in DI and vice versa. z. but with all the injuries I have with me, nothing is going to turn out fine until they are settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics. It has never really changed alot. still the same old routine of going to lectures and tutorials and the grades never improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all these, there are still many things that troubles me. The situation in nhds, ballet exams and many private stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate how everything became this way. I HATE IT. Whenever I have a prospective, nothing ever turns out my way. It makes one so depressed and again ponder over life. I do not have alot of things that other have. Its unfair? Seeing those people up there being so happy is very torturous because I know that that will never be true for me. yah. it jus sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore the last part. getting pissed off. depression again. omg. shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-5211409761424679675?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/5211409761424679675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=5211409761424679675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5211409761424679675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/5211409761424679675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/02/forlorn.html' title='Forlorn'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-985486651208974122</id><published>2007-01-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:30:02.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>They: Ms Tan Chai Hwang</title><content type='html'>I am starting to love blogging in serial! So in this series, I will be blogging about people or maybe things who/that has made an impact in my life or important components of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the person first to be highlighted is Nan Hua Dance Society's current Chinese Dance instructress, Ms Tan Chai Hwang 陈彩芳老师.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022115033614457042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIjA8e9GNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SHKGK1DZDQI/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructress Profile:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Tan Chai Hwang graduated from Chung Cheng High School (Branch) and her first dance teacher was Ms Yu Jia Hua (余佳花). Ms Tan joined Shao Zhen Shan Wushu Troupe's dance division (少镇山武术团舞蹈组) in 1977 where she was trained under Ms Lee Shu Fen (李淑芬), an important figure in the growth of chinese dance in Singapore. In 1979, her fellow friends in the troupe including Mr Tay Poh Soon (郑宝顺) formed a troupe called 民族舞蹈团. In the same year, she also participated in the National Theatre Trust's (国家剧场信托局) Mr Cheng Shu Jing's Dance Training Programme, a prominent figure in Hong Kong dance arena and became the first batch of dancers from National Theatre Chinese Dance Company (defunct). Ms Tan had also participated in the 1st International Dance Camp organised by Hong Kong Chinese University (香港中文大学) in 1980, during which she practiced Classical Chinese Dance and Chinese Folk Dance with Professor Sun Guang Yan and Ma Li Xue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Tan is also an experienced member of the Theatre Arts Troupe which she had represented to perform in Malaysia, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Australia, Europe and other countries. She had participated in China's Overseas Teachers' Course co-organised by Singapore's Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts and China's Beijing Dance Academy which she became a certified overseas Chinese Dance Examiner. She is currently teaching dance in many schools, including Ngee Ann Polytechnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;No doubt Ms Tan is truly a teacher who has weathered many storms through her journey of dance. Personally, I knew that she has been teaching chinese dance in Nan Hua for about 10 years or so. To many juniors and seniors, she has been a mentor, someone who always gives a big hug to her students when they visit her. She may not remember all the names of students she had taught before but she never fails to spread her kind of affection to her students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;She may be very fierce at times, never reluctant to reprimand any who does their stuff wrong but she never fails to put up a variety of dances in Nan Hua, such as handkerchief dance, 傣族舞, Mongolian dance, chou, fan etcetc, exposing people to more of chinese dances. She helps to give the girls at Nan Hua Dance a foundation for them to be able to perform better while with the dance family after Sec 1. And this important experience-gaining stage is done well under Ms Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The relentless pursuit of dance is never easy and its dance teachers that pave the way for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are some pictures of Ms Tan's Chinese Dance lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022128197689219298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIu_Me9GOI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wr3lcx86XSI/s400/DSCN3786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022129082452482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIvyse9GPI/AAAAAAAAACM/rpl8W1D7p_8/s400/DSCN3789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022129666568034562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIwUse9GQI/AAAAAAAAACU/eBT9xD4z5Xg/s400/DSCN3791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022130340877900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIw78e9GSI/AAAAAAAAACk/gXhDU_n39y8/s400/DSCN3793.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022130688770251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIxQMe9GTI/AAAAAAAAACs/OPM7Gqa4HZQ/s400/DSCN3796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022131062432405826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIxl8e9GUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UjpeQUC45Ec/s400/DSCN3805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022131448979462482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIx8ce9GVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IA1PSA7JYIw/s400/DSCN3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022131990145341794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIyb8e9GWI/AAAAAAAAADE/MDzZGbqvh2w/s400/DSCN3812.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022132612915599730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIzAMe9GXI/AAAAAAAAADM/V3sCXkOk0rE/s400/DSCN3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022133115426773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIzdce9GYI/AAAAAAAAADU/jQozjfgK0PM/s400/DSCN3815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From this post, I really hope juniors can treat her as a experienced instructress and not one who is just part-time even though she is not in charge of the main group. There are many things to tap from Ms Tan and I hope all will learn as much as possible from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-985486651208974122?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/985486651208974122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=985486651208974122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/985486651208974122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/985486651208974122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-ms-tan-chai-hwang.html' title='They: Ms Tan Chai Hwang'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RbIjA8e9GNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SHKGK1DZDQI/s72-c/DSCN3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-4744457615185623467</id><published>2007-01-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:33:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Civics!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a note to all who have seen the previous few videos. I have taken down a video due to the victim's much distress BUT never mind, because I have here today another 2 videos of my class during the Civics Lessons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics Lessons are undoubtedly one of the most interesting lessons after Maths lecture because we can get to do things we want to do after we finished what we basically have to do for the period but that is of course if you get a hip Civics Tutor like Mr Peh KS! HAHA! At least he let me video him and the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOBL_NI4ORg" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that! Being young and responsible adults who do not usually play around during lesson time, he allowed us to conduct our own Civics lessons by our Civics Rep. BUT the guy in the video yakking non-stop is not the Civics rep!!?!? (CR is the one behind sitting until very shuang one.) But sometimes because things are given to the 'responsible' students to do, things get haywired because Adrian does wrong analysis of personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvBX_R5qtnk" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, everyone is enjoying Civics so much that none wants to listen to the poor guy talking up there and kena irritated by me. Although he has pleaded many times for me not to put this 2nd video up like clarissa did, I tot it would serve as a memory for his children next time to prove that he has been a responsible Civics rep telling us all the WRONG INFORMATION!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP! If we dont find time to enjoy during JC life, I really think we will have a tough time passing these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wun be posting so many videos in future, just restricting to having some randomly to spice things up. haha. STAY TUNED GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s clarissa, I think only that one right? the rest is ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah guys, if you have not known, JJC is holding its annual Love Fiesta again on 3rd February!!!! Its really gonna be exciting because the fantastic Uncle Ringo is going to bring their best rides into JJC!!! Of course, there are more than over 50 stalls selling food, games and other stuff that you can buy for your girlfren as Valentine's COMING!!! Expect JJC to be bursting with exuberance and vitality with people of all walks of life having a great time there! BUT!!! Have you bought your only way to have fun and enjoy the carnival? YES I MEAN THE LOVE FIESTA COUPONS!!! Today was the first collection of money for the JC 2s and I have not sold any single ticket!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020588606532425922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Ray2vMe9GMI/AAAAAAAAABs/KdeeDinfavE/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the scene where Class Rep Adrian was collecting the money from everyone. He called the names but no one went forward to give the money and Mr Peh, as seen in the picture, is clearly UNHAPPY with our pushing of tickets!!!! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So people!!!! If you are free on the 3rd of February 2007 and feel like asking your friends out, do not miss out JJC's Love Fiesta!! Each ticket cost only S$10.00 and the earnings will be donated to the needy students in JJC. So do shower us with your love ok? I still have 4 more tickets on my hand now waiting for its rightful owner! Contact me if you are interested ok? THANKS ALOT!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE YA!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-4744457615185623467?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/4744457615185623467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=4744457615185623467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4744457615185623467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/4744457615185623467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/01/beloved-civics.html' title='Beloved Civics!!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/Ray2vMe9GMI/AAAAAAAAABs/KdeeDinfavE/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7610471162828313722</id><published>2007-01-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:52:52.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Entry - Peanut!!</title><content type='html'>YO!!! It seems so recent that I wrote my 99&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; entry and here I am writing my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; entry!!! A difference of over 10, and I mean 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Yep. 100 entries pertaining to all my feelings to wards things that happened around me. But I have decided not to give this entry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;JJC&lt;/span&gt;, not to dance but to dearest PEANUT!!!! WHEE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted dear when I was 12 after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; and he was like already 4 years old. My family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; very well off, now and then, so we decided to adopt, instead of buying a pup from shops like Pets Station. We were looking for a Jack Russel but instead, on the dunno how many time we went to SPCA to look for dogs, we saw dear sitting in the cage looking sadly at people who went past. Perhaps he was already used to people walking past and not bothering about him. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; give us a damn when we stopped and look at dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was called Pommy then, because SPCA dunno his previous name given by the previous owner who was a jerk. of course that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; put us off and instead, we became interested to adopt dear because we know that he has gone through much, to be thrown away by his owner after 4 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;accomodation&lt;/span&gt; and mutual love. Everything else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; important already, at least to me as my mama was insisting on a dog without white paws. The admin work was done quickly, with the food and collar and license application settled. So, dear was on his way to his new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really know how we should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;accomodate&lt;/span&gt; to dear or maybe dear also find us weird. but gradually, things starts to get better and we all have feelings for each other. There are times when we missed each other and really became worried. There are stupid times when dear ran off and forgot his way home, staring stupidly at a door on the other storeys thinking that I will open the door. You tried to run away by wriggling out of the collar. You had also amused us by doing stunts for the first few years at home. You cried your lungs out when my dad broke his leg and was hospitalised for a few days. There is just this strong bonds between each of us already, including my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 years has passed and being with dear is such a joy. You may have pee-ed like everything single place in my house (an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;exaggeration) or angry with us for not bringing you down for a walk. but we have also eliminated the ticks incident for you. Instinctly, my family has 6 members now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Got a vid of Peanut playing and amusing himself with a Glade Air Freshener container. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxsrqwZmMgw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxsrqwZmMgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7610471162828313722?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7610471162828313722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7610471162828313722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7610471162828313722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7610471162828313722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/01/100th-entry-peanut.html' title='100th Entry - Peanut!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-8757780370532640508</id><published>2007-01-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:09:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Frenzy!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no blog sia! So here I am trying to bring to all of you guys out there some funny stuff that I took during the last 2 weeks. Of course, I have been busy with Chingay and such important stuff that the blog feels neglected. Oh well, here I am !!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed in JJC is the special LL period or the period that is used to replace the chinese lessons that we used to have. I was obviously so bored that I decided to video down Clarissa because she got a especially pretty and charming and SMALL face. HAHAHA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG31kzJgZ68" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first attempt with my Angel W810i to take a wondrous video. But Clarissa surprisingly found out about me! zzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED] &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020583680204937394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RayyQce9GLI/AAAAAAAAABc/4Kks4PJHNUo/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a loud bang came from behind me and it was Clarissa who spoilt the LT5 table. Naturally, I whipped out my phone again and took the aftermath of the incident whereby both of them were trying frantically to fix it but Clarissa gave up in the end, chucking the part to a side :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rY8z377uKs" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot LL lessons whould turn more interesting this week. but it didnt. this video shows the different kind of possible things that we bored JC students can possibly do, like playing Battleship, sleeping, or even laughing at the slightest things on the slides. Me, of course, perfers irritating Clarissa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, this is my 99th entry!!!! haha! Next entry shall post something to do with my dearest Peanut to make it a special entry!!! Anyway, I know my vids are blur. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8757780370532640508?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8757780370532640508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8757780370532640508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8757780370532640508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8757780370532640508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/01/video-frenzy.html' title='Video Frenzy!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RayyQce9GLI/AAAAAAAAABc/4Kks4PJHNUo/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-7164415304616897106</id><published>2007-01-01T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:45:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR @))&amp;!!!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Finally finally. We have stepped over into a new year of hope and good luck! At the very least nothing has yet happened to me and things around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I think I should say a BIG (Yes, this BIG) thank you to everyone beside me for tolerating me and bringing me unparalleled joy. Secondly, I also need to say a BIG sorry (Yes, also that BIG) to the people whom I may have offended in year 2006! Let bygones be bygones ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, THERE IS GONNA BE A DANCE BUFFET ON THE 7TH! Bwahaha! Every year I also eat very little but this year, HEEHEE, I must go eat when they are practising their Chingay item! HAHA! BUT on the dark side, my item for UNI is not ready yet for 3rd Review! ARGGH! HOW??? PLUS my holiday homework still got like more than 3/4 left. sheesh. I am dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a miracle happened yesterday. My mama didnt complained that I wasted money buying flowers and card for my dad in the hospital! She only said that I kena cheated by the market aunty! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! Short entry :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-7164415304616897106?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/7164415304616897106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=7164415304616897106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7164415304616897106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/7164415304616897106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR @))&amp;!!!!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-6629543962433697984</id><published>2006-12-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:27:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Stares!</title><content type='html'>HOLY! I really think that there is something wrong with me!!! HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, whenever I goes out on streets, MRT, bus etcetc, people always look at me with a fixed stare!! For example when I sit on a bench waiting for my bus, people walking pass me will look at me fixedly as they walk pass!! Then I dont know whether to look back *death glares* or to turn away!! ARRGGHH! And its not very polite of them lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be my newly screwed-up hair because this also happened way back before I cut my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. Do I look like I am some alien from Mars? To the extent that these people glare at me as if I am some dung in the middle of the Windows XP default wallpaper. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Vivocity today to catch the Curse of the Gim Huay. Jay Chou should join my dance. LOL! It has also been my 3rd consecutive day eating LJS. COOL! Then left early to visit my poor Dad in CGH. He is on drip! Haizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all ba. Need to start chreographing my dance already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-6629543962433697984?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/6629543962433697984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=6629543962433697984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6629543962433697984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/6629543962433697984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/weird-stares.html' title='Weird Stares!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-3888296952943662135</id><published>2006-12-29T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:25:17.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Have I Done Wrong?!?!</title><content type='html'>Serious. Its nearing the end of the year already and SOMETHING very wrong has to happen. I thought everything would end well this year but so unfortunately, my poor daddy broke this thigh bone today! ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 2007 really sucks big time, at least for my family. Firstly, I sprained my poor right ankle badly in Nan Hua while trying to be funny and do a pirouette. Then, my mama flew and hit the windscreen when my brother suddenly braked the car she was sitting in and she hit her head and hurt her ribcage. Thirdly, my sister. Fourthly, my granny was sitting in my aunt's car also encountered the same thing as my mama, flew in the car and her right arm's bone cracked. AND now my poor dad broke his thigh bone and now is awaiting for operation. Heard my mama says my dad in great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a very good mood to blog. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-3888296952943662135?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/3888296952943662135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=3888296952943662135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3888296952943662135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3888296952943662135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/wat-have-i-done-wrong.html' title='Wat Have I Done Wrong?!?!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-1250427918124463876</id><published>2006-12-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:05:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-Earlied Season Greetings!!</title><content type='html'>HAHA! my 3rd post of the day! Anyone wonder why I am suddenly blogging like a mad pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone alright? Hope you guys have endless servings of turkeys, loads of mistletoe until your room is gloomy looking, tonnes of candies until you break all your teeth, sing many many christmas carols until you lose your voice, etcetc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! Although I rarely/never celebrate holy Christmas Day, it just dont feel good needing to spend the day at Creative Tech Park and the night in Victoria Theatre rehearsing. *Images of friends having a turkey to themselves each flashes across* AHHHH! NOOO! I shall find some ways to celebrate Christmas Eve with the people in the opera troupe tml! hmph! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YAH! Who wanna go watch the Curse of the Gim Huay??? I heard pretty fantastic reviews about Gong Li and Chow Yun Fatt and I wanna see how noob Jay Chou can get! LOL! But I am quite occupied recently, especially on Christmas Day itself which I already have many people dating me le :) LOL! I got a Performance lah -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys not interested in watching the Curse of the Gim Huay, I dont mind Charlotte's Web too! haha! Though I have forgotten much of the plot since I stopped taking literature in 2004, I still remember the pig, the mouse, the spiders, the sludge, the uncle and the ducks. and I think thats all! T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011707768643658306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RY0pqZQSIkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XmcxSH4c3Xs/s400/Gim+Huay.JPG" border="0" /&gt; LOL! look! Jay's name missing from their poster! ANYWAY, if you guys have been paying attention to all posters in cinemas and in Parco Bugis, you will have realised that marketing strategy: to attract hordes of tiko peh to watch their movie because Zhang Yimou portrayed the females to all have humongous boobs. And I am not lying, really. Just take a look at the servant below Chow, big boobs again. I shall enlarge it to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011709546760118866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RY0rR5QSIlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2oD-kjsfUvA/s320/gim+huay+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think I dun need to point out where you &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; people also can see right? Its really kinda disgusting lah! And the costumes looks like its gonna burst out anytime soon. God. Its the Curse of the Gim Huay lah! not the Curse of the Bursting Robes. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1250427918124463876?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1250427918124463876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1250427918124463876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1250427918124463876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1250427918124463876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-earlied-season-greetings.html' title='Be-Earlied Season Greetings!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RY0pqZQSIkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XmcxSH4c3Xs/s72-c/Gim+Huay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-1067053566475900299</id><published>2006-12-23T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:25:05.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007!</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I think I am one of the few people who starts planning what I want to achieve in Miserable 2007! New name :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - I must pass some of my tests and do well for dreadful SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - I must get at least S$180 for my AngBao money and do well for Chingay 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - I must do well for my Ballet exams and go back NH help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - I must start saving money to buy new boxes of contact lens and finish UNI item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - I must do well for my Mids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - I must start revising J1 work and buy new contact lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Peanut just farted beside me!!!!!! COOL sia. And that dumb ass actually turned around and smelt his own fart!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - I must consolidate my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - I must try to perform at National Day Parade 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - I must do ok for my Prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - I must really study study study though I will miss Korea Trip :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - I just do my best for As though I only want to enter NUS/NTU Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Concentrate on dance stuff and start preparing for NS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? There is like only one thing I wanna fulfil each month, so I dun get overly busy and such because everyone is like saying I am over working myself during the holidays. Even Tony Quek says that -.- Of course there will be many addition of events here and there and those are things that spice up my life, like sudden interrogation of Chemistry questions from Warrant Officer Gan KS during each Operation Chemistry conducted. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of Chemistry, I realised that I still have Maths, Biology and Chem homework not done. and some tests not revised. Come on! Give me power of the China students! LOL! Miserable 2007 :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-1067053566475900299?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/1067053566475900299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=1067053566475900299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1067053566475900299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/1067053566475900299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007.html' title='2007!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-3962898021002925935</id><published>2006-12-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T16:55:49.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP Goes My Monster!</title><content type='html'>YAY! During the months of suffering and torture by Monster T610, I have peaked Mount Everest, ran through the Great Wall of China, hidden in the great depth of the Great Pyramid of Egypt, eaten magical herbs in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon and escaped for 20,000 metres under the sea, I HAVE FINALLY GOT RID OF THE BUGGING Monster T610!!! *Roaring applause + standing ovation + deafening cheers :D* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY at the very least I used the phone for like 2 years and 9 months? Its a great feat ok! INCOMING! Introducing the sleek, SEXAYYY, black-looking? ANGEL W810i!!!! WOO!!! The goodness of the phone compared to the advanced-technologised SE T610: It has expandable memory space, better camera WITH FLASH, radio, ANDANDAND! It does not lag like crazy compared to the ever-efficient T610 *nods*. Now I can charge easily and use my handsfree easily :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011641630442267138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RYztgpQSIgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Pw9WIoGfI8/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011641862370501138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RYztuJQSIhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0EGQ_sf_crY/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, these dun come easily if I could renew or upgrade or changed my line and I did changed my line. I think by now many many people already know about my new rhythmic, cool-looking number. LOL Maybe it is too rhythmic until I got the number mixed up myself and told a few people the WRONG NUMBER! Okok, maybe not a few, a couple, nono, a handful, OKOK! MORE THAN A DOZEN PEOPLE! OOOOOOPS! Seriously, I didnt realised that I gave the wrong number until I was sending some msg from my old phone to the new line. Then, the person with the number alike to mine replied: 'who you wads that'. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wowow. Shock of my life. I didnt reply to myself! LOL So people! Check the number again with the number on my MSN nick! The one on the MSN nick now is CONFIRMED correct! And sorry to the poor dude with this number: 98527582. I really didnt mean to spam your number like that. And dudes, pls dont trouble this poor dude with the number 98527582 although 98527582 dont sound half as good and rhythmic as mine. AGAIN, sorry to the guy with this number 98527582. I really didnt want to spam! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just went to trade in my Monster T610 and Useless K700i at Clementi Central just now. And note that I went to Blazing to trade in. Why? Because when I was at the Starhub shop at Cuppage Road, the Blazing branch didnt want to accept my Monster T610. Ironically, the Blazing branch at Clementi Central accepted it :D AND so coincidentally, the guy tending the Cuppage Road Blazing Branch appeared out of nowhere at the Clementi Central Blazing Branch!(I know its a bit confusing) I realised that Blazing likes to employ people with dyed hair, eat 'french fries' and refuse to accept customers' phone by saying: 我不吃这架. BEST, they all tell their customers who wanna buy screen protectors to search the rack themselves. How come I am so sure about Blazing? Because there are BLOODY 3 BLAZING SHOPS along just 2 stretch of shops in Clementi Central. Cool eh? (There are alot alot of handphone shops if you walk down the stair from the back door of Clementi Mac, passing Watsons to Bata and crossing over to I.P Zone and walking to a VCD DVD Shop. 8 or 9 shops to be exact.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they really got image problem, likewise with iMobile. They should all learn from the 2 dudes opposite the iMobile shop, ACE dunno-wat one. WHY? I only bought 2 screen protectors and they start ranting on how to keep my ANGEL W810i clean, how to put on the screen protectors without bubbles etcetc. At the very very very least they dun just keep saying 我不吃我不吃. LOL! &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/18865092-3962898021002925935?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/3962898021002925935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=3962898021002925935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3962898021002925935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/3962898021002925935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/pop-goes-my-monster.html' title='POP Goes My Monster!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZx-JDo1G2M/RYztgpQSIgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Pw9WIoGfI8/s72-c/DSCF0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18865092.post-8138368708352871897</id><published>2006-12-18T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:23:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days!</title><content type='html'>WOO! Came into Blogger and realised that Blogger got a newer version liao. LOL! I very outdated about blogging le sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at this holiday, I realised that I have been involved in dance stuff half of the time. Like going back Nan Hua to see their dance, DI dance practices, CDAA Performance, Chingay practices, upcoming Teochew Opera Performance with Nan Hua Lu Ju Tuan and other stuffs. And the reason for this post is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainly, she asked me whether all that I have put in is worth my time and everything else. This phrase struck me like nothing else because I personally have never thought about this before. And if possible, I wanna stand of both side of the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to elaborate too much about this anyway because I feel that everything around me has changed. Sometimes humans are just so fragile. Mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is that things are especially tough for people who do not have the natural abilities to do better and go further in dance. But these people, with the correct attitude and passion, work doubly hard to replace what they dun have. However, no one usually will notice how much hard work they put in because they are taken for granted. And this tires them out. Mentally and physically. They are willing to sustain any kind of injuries to make themselves better and to be more presentable on stage. They are willing to go the extra mile to learn and participate more than the rest. They are even willing to accept any kind of criticism people hurl at them because they wanna improve themselves. I can say that they do much more than those with natural qualities but who knows about the bitter hardwork behind their faces? The world is just not round I guess. All these wears out any degree of passion they can possibly have because they will know all might be not worth the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the fittest I guess. Good days over. Dance days. I am just not sure. Everything else is not important already I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so tired mentally and physically. Someone, kill me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-8138368708352871897?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/8138368708352871897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=8138368708352871897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8138368708352871897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/8138368708352871897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-116368872676124866</id><published>2006-11-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:52:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secrets</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I know you guys must be very attracted to read this post right? Heeheheheee! LOL Its just a fake title anyway, SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just break from chalet and I am already feeling its toll on me! Heels, as usual, are getting tight each morning lo! but the tendonitis seems to be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just told my class I didnt have anything to blog and that explains me being AWOL BUT I suddenly realised somethings which make me feel really more stupid than the ancient dinos! I am like following the footsteps of my father lah! Real shitty. BUT I am not feeling the same way when this kind of thing first happened to me. POOF Cant be bothered about you I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I am really feling worried about Wei Qin being with people who teaches him things that are changing him too much. Maybe you all can say that I shldnt interfere with his life but I feel that its my prob when my frens around me changes into something I feel is undesirable. If he also kena influenced, the more 'ostracised' I get, somemore with some additional personal reasons. hmmm. WEIQIN! WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about wat i just realised, the more angry I get inside me. I think NHDS really trained me well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall use my Xian Nu Bang to ward off evil. Sorry for a duper short post. No mood, as usual.&lt;br /&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/2020/1856/320/DSCF0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe next time no need tampons le. HAHA inside joke hor pf ivy ky ys jj? LOL This one works wonder with Silk Nano Silver Technology :DDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-116368872676124866?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/116368872676124866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=116368872676124866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116368872676124866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116368872676124866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-secrets.html' title='My Secrets'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-116161337517563025</id><published>2006-10-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:22:55.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY VIDEOS!!</title><content type='html'>Xu Chun Mei Speaking English 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpIdiHFCMsc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpIdiHFCMsc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu Chun Mei Speaking English 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChuMuMoj_Es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChuMuMoj_Es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu Chun Mei Speaking English 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1IjcWqOMkU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1IjcWqOMkU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious Comments by NTU Students in a Survey - We should follow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-116161337517563025?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/116161337517563025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=116161337517563025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116161337517563025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116161337517563025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-videos.html' title='FUNNY VIDEOS!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-116126836707166118</id><published>2006-10-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:32:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group One Element!</title><content type='html'>Trust me. I seriously feel that I am the valence electron orbiting aimlessly around the principle quantum shell(s) now. Be it Sodium, Rubidium, Caesium whatever. The point here is not about the Group One elements but about the poor lonely valence electron orbiting round it and now, I feel that I am that poor electron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the transition. I have always been someone who enjoys true blissful company of friends and does not enjoy the slightest sign of distrust in me. Everything changes when I am now is other institutions studying at an higher level. Really felt that things around me made me be more used to the different kind of people and most importantly, made me realised that everyone in this world has their own path to walk, own future to catch hold of. And not everyone is like the people in Nan Hua who is willing to walk you to the bus stop and take the same bus with you home, disregarding the inconvenience. People, at this point of time in my life, does leave and enter with much ease and this is something I really dun like to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, maybe that is why I feel the sudden surge of loneliness on the planet, as if I am roaming around like a nomad, where maybe sometimes I meet a person and after a while when things are done, they leave and I am alone again. I dun like the feeling of instability. I want to be in a stable octet structure, where no reaction can take place, be it good or bad. Newton has said it clearly in his numerous unrememberable laws that if you put in X amount of strength, the counterpart returns X amount of work back to you (This is a very lousy explanation). Therefore, I rather I dun gt too much good stuff in life, or else I will get back the same amount of bad stuff as my good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am not saying that my current bunch of friends are lousy friends. No, thats not I mean. Perhaps I am undergoing this invisible process and my Happy-brand mask still fits onto me well. I never like to be bothered by stuff and usually I can free myself easily. Either take a stand against and things shall go my way OR I will just give in without second hesitation, as according to my instincts. I shall not blame the society and i shall not blame my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up everyday, hazy. Simply represents my feeling. I cant see whats in front of me, what route I should take to best make everyone ok and myself satisfied. Strangely, I do see weak points there but I still is so mad over it. Whats wrong with me. During lectures, these things comes back to me again and I transform into a hermit instantenously, again. Reaching home doesnt really solve everything. Money problem, parents quarrelling over my sister, messy house, parents infatuation with exceptionally good results, etcetc. Sleep. Thats what I need but thats what it doesnt come to me that easily. Almost every alternate night I will sleep, with my brows furrowed and fists clenched so tightly that it hurts the next day. The bad dreams are like Weather forecast, telling me that the future in front of me is bleak and to forget about it. BUT I love it so much that I wan to be with it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I know its impossible, adrian knows its impossible but maybe he is jus afriad to say directly. he knows it will never happen. And I, still want to hope for the impossible. dunno why. maybe I am looking for trouble recently ba. Therefore now i rather hope nothing good will happen. at least I am sure that anything bad that might happen wun be too bad for me. I dun need good stuff. I dun need posh car to drive me around everyday, dun need to eat super good food, dun need increment in allowance, dun need anything good. now, i am contented with my life, best with a new phone to replace my ol' sony ericsson t610. everything would be perfect. I wan to be ordinary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when i say this i do hav things i cant convince myself to put down, such as my commitments in dance. I dun deny that it has been a source of frustration since sec 1 but its benefits shld be rightfully justified. right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is something which i am hotly after now. something so pure and innocent and simple and yet, its so near yet so far for me. heaven. not very fair to people like me. I have been searching through myself recently. I always thought that heaven is fair, giving people some strong points shld they be lacking in other areas. Then I think about myself. not strong in academics, no normal life, no looks, not very good in dance, then wat am i? in wat places has lao tian treated me well? i know that there are ups and downs in life. for me, ups are sparse and few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian might then go on to say how poor thing other people are out there compared to me. maybe true but no one can deny that my family hangs by a thread and maybe only I know, with my superb packaging skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be happy, meaning contented, having nice friends around me and me around them and that someone who truly can understand me and commits. life will be so full with someone you desire, some whom you can throw your soul into and get the same in return. someone who will not leave you in lurch when things go wrong. someone who is willing to accept who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-116126836707166118?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/116126836707166118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=116126836707166118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116126836707166118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116126836707166118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/10/group-one-element.html' title='Group One Element!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-116101951415698228</id><published>2006-10-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:25:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JJC. Like It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOW. Late night msn-ing sure gives me lotsa 'inspiration' for blogging. Especially after the hiatus status for so long. I never like to have angry / sad / irritated posts on my cheerfully green blog, but i am so gong to make another exception today. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, YOU. GET IT STRAIGHT IN YOUR PUNY ASS. You can be clever smart intelligent bright and have a flair for the academics. GOOD! Get your ass to places like HCI and RJC for your first 3 months if you can. and stay there permanently after your PAE, if you know what it really means. You think you are the best in the world? DREAM ON! Because otherwise, you wouldnt be in NHHS now. (typical you going to say you didnt say that right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I hope when you get your ass, if any, onto a seat in HCI and RJC, try to make as much friends as you can and work triply diligent for your GP, if you again know what it means. Of course thats a top JC we are talking about and I am in no way trying to insult the 2 JCs. HAh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And before you get into any JCs, you are still a small shrimp or what my BIOLOGY teacher say, a percentage to the school. Moreover, when I am a diploid, you freaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; is still a haploid. IF YOU AGAIN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. So I will presume to ASSUME that you now currently have no qualifications to insult any JC as if they are own by you and are your subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Go HCI go RJC. Find me flying fox, absailing, knowledge box, air-conditioned classrooms, &gt;70% distinction in PW etcetc in other top 5 colleges. Most probably your puny mind is going to mention about classrooms and LTs macham like having no aircon and whole JJC looking older than old Nan Hua. THEN please, why did you even come to my humble college during the open house? Why? Especially when your presence is going to stink the whole place, with your boldless misuse of vulgarities. If you think you are so good, please, dun ever appear in JJC to filth its nice college atmosphere. Dun use 'my fren say my fren say' You have the same intentions the moment you appear blinking in orange in my toolbar, saying that you supposedly hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to think I was kind enough to to try to help you with Bio and tell you to take a rest since you said you seem to have nothing else to study. WOW! and you suddenly say that i am trying to trick you to do badly for O levels and make you enter JJC. JJC dun need your filth. Stop. I despise people with ulterior motives when they approach me on msn or even face to face, brazenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last advice in my life to you as a friend. Dun give excuse of mixing up Confidence and Complacency (tt goon spelt it as complacence :D). You are complacent, thinking that everyone who is not as 'clever' as you is subjected to your insults. Stop saying Crescent people are weird because they dun get your jokes and find you irritating. perhaps you are at that point of time and i dunno. the way you treat people lacks tt important element of sincerity and it stinks. if getting into a good college is so important to you and humans are jus your pawn to get fame or whatever else, you really need to do some emergency soul searching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*note that i didnt mention anything abt you in dance and that is so kind of me :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope you can pick up some of my GP skills from here. definitely going to help when you go to a JC. if you are fuming mad after reading this piece of rare article and not feeling apologetic, i really dunno what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-116101951415698228?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/116101951415698228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=116101951415698228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116101951415698228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116101951415698228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/10/jjc-like-it.html' title='JJC. Like It.'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-116020165331286773</id><published>2006-10-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:14:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is the holidays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PSI: 91&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediacorp decided to revert back to their old way of informing people about the threatening haze, which is to show the PSI level on the top left corner of the TV screen. And they only do that when it is real real serious, disturbing, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out: &lt;a href="http://app.nea.gov.sg/cms/htdocs/article.asp?pid=1251"&gt;Pollution Standards Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i hope for is that it will go beyong 200. THEN WE WILL ALL HAVE HOLIDAYS!! HAHA! Best is that I can have holidays all the way to my China OUAP trip. Then we will all have an extra long holiday! WHEEEEE~~ *starts screaming at Tharman for holidays by acting to have respiratory problems*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But serious, we should start a campaign to collect fertilisers for the people of Indonesia so they do not need to slah and burn the forest and destroy the wild habitat there. Operation Ferts will want all to donate a pack of fertiliser (10kg) each. See? Clever right? The land of 4 million people can smile as they shit to provide the ferts needed. Cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for such as messy entry today. very long never blog and a bit not used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revamp coming up btw. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-116020165331286773?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/116020165331286773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=116020165331286773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116020165331286773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/116020165331286773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-is-holidays.html' title='When is the holidays?'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115823263330706485</id><published>2006-09-14T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:17:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Turn Nasty...</title><content type='html'>SUCKY DAYS AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. It really do not feel good to have a bad night's sleep with some nightmare and waking up into a bad mood day. I open my eyes each morning and sigh. Neeed to go school again. And worse, there is nothing for me to look forward to in college, unless you wanna mention the lectures and the coming promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood dun even get better when I see my friends in college. My mood jus drop to rockbottom during lectures, converting myself to become an introvert and I dun even feel like talking to my best buds. I really dunno why. Worse, I become more kaobeh when i get moodswings. AND i mean more kaobeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things going through my mind lah. Alot of farking things to think through. Sorry people if I do get irritating and annoying when I give little reply to the crap you all are talking abt. really sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115823263330706485?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115823263330706485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115823263330706485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115823263330706485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115823263330706485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-turn-nasty.html' title='When I Turn Nasty...'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115781437520781323</id><published>2006-09-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:06:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving OUT.</title><content type='html'>What do you people think you have to do when you move out to live alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree that you got to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your own bed&lt;br /&gt;prepare your own breakfast&lt;br /&gt;iron your own school uniforms&lt;br /&gt;prepare your own water bottle&lt;br /&gt;buy your own dinner&lt;br /&gt;clean your own house&lt;br /&gt;throw your own rubbish everyday&lt;br /&gt;buy your own groceries&lt;br /&gt;wash your own clothes everyday&lt;br /&gt;pay your own water and electricity bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my mother is as good as asking me to get out of the house :)&lt;br /&gt;She asks me to do at least 7/10 of the above list. GREAT! Since I need to do all these myself now, why don't I move out and I can still all those things myself! I will even get an extra bonus: I get a tranquil environment to live in and rest my mind after a hectic day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everything is only possible if she pays my rent and bills for me XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115781437520781323?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115781437520781323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115781437520781323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115781437520781323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115781437520781323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving-out.html' title='Moving OUT.'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115780419524194773</id><published>2006-09-09T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:16:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Money!!</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my camera's memory and I saw something which I forgot to post on the last entry! Its jus an ultimatum for all by the 77th Street shop :D&lt;br /&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/2020/1856/320/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, all those who are looking at this picture, PLEASE be told by the 77th Street's Got-life staff member that YOU! YOU! do not have a life now and YOU! certianly need to have their Get A Life card in order to have a great life. *nods*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to the intended topic. Just finished my tuition for Maths and my mother, being always very admirable of people with exceptional academics results, starts telling me that she think my tutor is very great. And so she rattle non-stop on how she think her sons, that is including me, are useless and will not be able to earn big money in the future, all the way until I went out of the house to get us dinner-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So on the way to get her some dinner, I was thinking the whole time. Money, although is originally some tool to measure the value of a good, is now the good itself! It has now so many other functions, like a computer! It can measure the value of a good, measure the capabilities of a human and whether the human can amount to great things or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its simple. If you can earn money next time and I mean my mother's BIG money(perhaps an oversized $2 note or something like that -.-), you are considered capable. If not, you are just someone who is wasting the oxygen on Earth. You will have no value and you are just something that is most probably preventing the Earth from rotating. riiiggghhhhhht!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So maybe because my mother intrinsically have these kinda mentality, it plays an important role of how she looks at her children. Maybe she have exceptional eyes that could give a pricing to each and everything she sees. LOL! Then when she scans her ADVanced Technology eyes at me, it will write this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;teet&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Teo Wei Hong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Description: Obese supermario-like creature acting like a revered tuabehgong. Currently wasting about 50% of the oxygen he is breathing in now. Contributing to global warming with his vast store of adipose tissues and causing an acceleration of Earth's rotation speed by -1000000m/sec&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ways to kill: Super hardy. No ordinary insecticides will work. He is as good as a superweed called Turbo-TUABEHGONG. Refer to the use of nuclear arms for more help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Price on Earth: &lt;teet&gt;Revolving around S$0.10 to S$0.50, depending on what good food he eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha! Great imagination! m(^_^)m&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, to me, money has never ever gotten me. Not because I am too rich to be poor but I prefer to let money work for me. It should not be something that could be used to tie me down, though I do have times whereby money is a limiting factor and there are kind saviours that comes out to help me :) Neither do I like people who uses money to mock at others because money is an object. Shit is also an object. So when you use an object to laugh at others, its not really something very good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some sudden warped thinking. I needa go and do my Written Report le. Before TTH comes and hang pig head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Riigghhhhhtttt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115780419524194773?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115780419524194773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115780419524194773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115780419524194773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115780419524194773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/power-of-money.html' title='The Power of Money!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115773035713027192</id><published>2006-09-08T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:45:57.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics for Sakae!</title><content type='html'>LOL Some pics lah. Blur like shit because people like toff and WQ keep moving. Only adrian those kind never move. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Adrian!&lt;br /&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/2020/1856/320/DSCF0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starring WQ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starring toff! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/DSCF0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starring WEIHONG!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/Super%20Mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? I am small and cute!!! HAHA. Quick praise my photography skills because I managed to take such good pics even when the objects to be taken look so much worse than me! Got somemore good pics but shall save them for myself :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115773035713027192?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115773035713027192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115773035713027192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115773035713027192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115773035713027192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/pics-for-sakae.html' title='Pics for Sakae!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115772902033404442</id><published>2006-09-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:23:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Day OUT!</title><content type='html'>LOL Went swimming today again in the morning!!! Decided to go since Peanut was nudging me to wake up. I was so poor that I was looking around my table for some coin for the $1 admission and got less time to swim in the end! ZzZZzzzzZ Gotta find some ways to earn some money during the Nov Dec holidays. LAOSHI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the 2 latecomers today! LOL should have taken Toff and Adrian's EZ-link card and force them to do something for me. Marginal Private Cost for me to walk around in Plaza Sing alone and in the end kena harassed by some Prudential people who asked me to play around with my money and saying that they will call me up in 2008 to ask me to invest in some kuku thing. See if I remember who you are first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out way down to KFC then some smart guy suddenly say dunwan to eat. LOL so we walked somemore to BK and settle for something that would gimme a free Taro Turnover for lunch! Was like leeching them lah! The problem with me not wanting to accept my mama's financial aid. LOL SHYT! I could have brought along my PAssion Card for them to have some discounts! Wasted sia... Only used that cool thing once, at Holland BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to many place today to look at things so we could save up and buy at the end of the year or something. From PS, we went to Orchard Point to Cineleisure to Taka to Paragon to Far East Plaza. Didnt managed to complete out initial aim of walking the whole Orchard Road though. Sieved through countless amount of clothes, shoes, earrings, rings, and many yada yada things. In the end only toff bought earrings and cd and nothing else. Sometimes window shopping really sucks. keke. Although money never play an important role to me, I dun mind being rich! *stomps foot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at Taka, Adrian decided to go say Hi to his ex-colleague at the Taka Square counter. LOL funny. His ex-colleague, aka lao aunty, was looking at him like some weird creature trying to get free wrapping paper or free gifts when he said Hi to her lah! So much for being very close with his ex-colleagues. We were laughing until like shyt because the lao aunty expression really darn funny! LOL Today didnt manage to use much of my cam again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent alot of time at Far East. Didnt find good rings, didnt eat fried marsbar, didnt find huihui's slippers, found some earring for toff, found some musicians playing music at the concourse, found that I can dian toff and Adrian! haha~! I dian them until I ended up perspiring lah! Same situation as that time when we were at JP. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post some of the pics we took when we went out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I still got work haven complete and the class must be already revising finish their promos! zzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115772902033404442?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115772902033404442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115772902033404442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115772902033404442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115772902033404442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/orchard-day-out.html' title='Orchard Day OUT!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115763406443582846</id><published>2006-09-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:01:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BV Swimming Complex</title><content type='html'>Oh-my-god. Nothing can be worse than hearing this kinda news. I was searching Internet for the opening hours of BV Swimming Complex as I wanted to have a morning swim before I meet Toff, A and WQ and before the pools are closed for some meet there. So as I was browsing through the sites with BVSC in it, I saw this horrendous news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.fridae.com/cityguides/singapore/sg-cruising.php"&gt;Fridae, Empowering Gay Asia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pools&lt;br /&gt;Some public swimming pools are hotbeds of gay activity, both for cruising and on-the-spot gratification. Do be discreet in the shower rooms, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buona Vista Swimming Pool10 mins walk from Buona Vista MRT, very near Holland Village&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!! Refering to my last entry yesterday, I almost fainted on the spot. Oh wonder the people there are all weird lah. Not that I am homophobic, just that it still feels weird knowing having people around you that could give you some 'protein injections', as quoted from the site. Jeffrey Tan from SDT was interviewed by them once before. HMMMMMM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got bluffed by some people to meet and 11 and in the end changed to 12 and I am already outta the pool all washed up. LOL interesting day isn't it? Reached JEC and we went library to study! whoo~ Managed to about to finish my Carbonyl Cpds but didnt managed to start on my Bio as planned. I seriously feel that I am darker. Really. Shall try to read up on Cell Replication later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bugis instead! LOL Shopped around to see where got good bags because toff wanna buy sling and WQ wanna buy backpack. In the end we didnt buy any peanuts -.- LOL Had a fun time walking around though, making plans for our China trip. Seriously, if in the end I couldn't go China, I would be so sad because we already have some plans for it! And hope we won't need to be splitted up due to the rooms allocation. I will be so sian diaoo. FUN DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I reposted a song that I put up before on my blog. Felt that it has some meaning to me again :) And it got meaningful lyrics! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115763406443582846?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115763406443582846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115763406443582846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115763406443582846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115763406443582846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/bv-swimming-complex.html' title='BV Swimming Complex'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115753327387362758</id><published>2006-09-06T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:01:13.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim-o-mania!</title><content type='html'>After the post yesterday, I decided to do some things that I would usually do back in the good ol' days - SWIMMING! Didn't have a good day today not because of anyone but I just woke up with a dumb mood and the swim definitely helped i guessed. I think today I caused the atmosphere to be a bit weird because don't have my usual rantings in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I am now darker and CERTAINLY thinner LOL I know 2 hours ain't going to help much but at least it is better than nothing right? I thought BV Swimming Complex was going to be tore down soon but they just got a new paintwork! Meaning most probably it won't be closed down! WHEE~~ Began swimming but there are just some people who are too attracted to my lane that area and kept interrupting! ZZzzZZZzZZzZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there just seem to be swimming a little faster than me sia! I was like 'god, I am swimming like a snail -.-' But I was there just to relax so I continued in my snail-ish pace LOL! I realised that there are alot more Angmohs than the last time I went there which is about 4 years ago? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to wash up. GOD! I would have thought that all Singaporean males have turned gay or something. Once you step into the Gents, everyone was like looking at you from head to toe and there was this particular gu niang who is so worried that the rest in the Gents would rape him and cook him for curry that he was running about in the Gents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw something superbly cute at the pool. There was this angmoh kid having a swimming lesson with a super high coach and i really think today is different from yesterday. They are teaching swimming stuff all in songs like HOKY POKY! So cute lah and the kid was dancing to the tune in the water. Then I thought of the time when I was small and my Dad was teaching me how to swim. Where got songs, only got 'kick harder lah! you are not moving at all' kind of lyrics. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115753327387362758?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115753327387362758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115753327387362758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115753327387362758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115753327387362758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/swim-o-mania.html' title='Swim-o-mania!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115746130317508345</id><published>2006-09-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:01:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept Holidays</title><content type='html'>Wow! Just finish looking through my dashboard and realised that i haven't been blogging for like 20 freaking days. JC life is certainly zooming pass fast and i gonna be a J2 soon! lol! Its the dumb holidays again where I go through a checkpoint in life to see how I have been coping with life and so on and I realised that some things are going terribly wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever goes well for me in dance. Really. I am still trying to cope with my god-damned sprained ankle since 21st July. One and a half month had passed and I cannot do anything fruitful at DI. One sprained ankle + one healing tendonitis + one fat body = my heavy duty legs and feet. Actually I dropped 3 kg but it is still far from my aim so nothing's doing. I NEED TO SLIM DOWN BEFORE OCTOBER 6 7 8!!! My heart dropped instantly when Laoshi told me that I maybe need to go for physiotherapy for my sprained ankle. Died-ed. And there are so many things that I gonna miss in the future in dance, like the Korea trip next year. My god. I think I haven't finish choreographing for the You and I item. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics&lt;br /&gt;People always say if you are not doing well in an area, you will certianly do well in another area. Hmmm. I think the JJ spirits are really not helping me. Although I didn't fail any subjects overall-ly in the recent CT but the grades are deemed as L-O-U-S-Y by my parents. I am really used to the tough life of a JC student. LOL inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Life&lt;br /&gt;Sick. Just like a salesman, Sickomon has been knocking at my door recently. Cough flu fever runny nose unhealable skin allergy. BLAH! Something is just so wrong with me lately. I am feeling something that I have never felt for a long time but I dunno how to explain it properly. Hmmm. Shall talk to Adrian about it. LOL. Nabe. LOL!!! My room is in a mess. Everyday go home see my bed my table i just feel like turning away, just feel like throwing everything away and that includes my GC, Harry Potter, Times magazine and many many more things that seem so valuable to keep. True enough I do have alot of valuable things in my life that I wanna hold on to and hold them tight. But heaven always make fun of me in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to take things in my stride. I shall solve one thing at a time until I finish everything that comes to me. I shall slowly cut my weight until laoshi don't say that I am fat anymore, I shall make Dr Gan give me more AP, I shall pack my room slowly day after day, I shall tell him something that I wanna say now, I shall I shall stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I know the lack of entries are seriously causing people to heck care my blog. Whatever. You come as you wish but you will come more often soon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Maths Lect tml. faints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115746130317508345?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115746130317508345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115746130317508345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115746130317508345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115746130317508345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/09/sept-holidays.html' title='Sept Holidays'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115555276584439565</id><published>2006-08-14T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:52:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-BOODURIAN!!</title><content type='html'>YEPPO! Its the wonderful and aromatic durian season again!!!!!! (benzene... electrophilic substitution... zzz...) OK I really mean that aromatic, as in very very xiang. LOL Although the season has started like abt a month ago but no harm giving everyone help in choosing the king of fruits right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that the tip of the stem looks young and white inside. Overnight durians - the ones that have not been picked that very morning - have stems that are hard, wrinkled and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prickles must be very stiff and sharp. Stale durians have prickles that are blunt and slightly tender. Also, make sure that the durian feels light. A heavy durian tends to be overripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your ear to the durian and shake it. You should be able to hear the seeds shake, as it means that the fruit is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the tail-end of the durian, trace the 'seam' where teo segments meet. Smel along this 'seam'. The durian scent should not be too overpowering as it means that the durian is overripe. IT SHOULD EMERGE SLOWLT YET SURELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above information is adapted from our trusted brand of newspaper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for people who really really hates the king of fruit beause you guys are stuck with the lower fruits and is practically losing out on a delicacy on Earth :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115555276584439565?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115555276584439565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115555276584439565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115555276584439565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115555276584439565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/08/peek-boodurian.html' title='Peek-a-&lt;s&gt;BOO&lt;/s&gt;DURIAN!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115539965055480458</id><published>2006-08-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:20:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Division Performance by SSA</title><content type='html'>Note: SSA = Singapore Soka Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the horrendous polyclinic experience, I met up with Shana, her sister and big nose to the faraway land of Tampines to watch a performance by Singapore Soka Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a lady wearing quite a tattered brown t-shirt standing behind me when we baorded the train at Clementi. She was looking at our group with a weird stare and I didnt bother about her. (Note: I was wearing a shirt with a 17 behind). So we were gossipping, laughing and doing dumb stuff on the train until we reached Tanah Merah where we managed to find seats for ourselves. Strangely this brown woman followed us, ok, followed me to where we sat because she apparently got a secret to share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she started blabbering about people who killed her parents and that they were anti-females and that they make use of people(including principals, teachers, female students), ghosts, invisible people to harm males like me and she said the female students were of age like Shana and big nose (then they stunned). So I just nod my head knowing that poor me had met a nutcase, most probably a victim who cannot withstand the pressure of the Singaporean society. She then said that she was not afraid of the people who killed her parents and she is waiting in public for them to find her and that they are actually on the train at the seats opposite me (then the 2 ladies opposite me stared at her -.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to get a bit agitated and I took out my phone and wanted to sms big nose but I was worrying if the sms could get to her before the next stop. but clever big nose managed to sense that I wanted to tell her something and she peeped at my phone and saw the sms i typed. So we managed to leave the train at Simei as though we were heading there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant believe my luck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached SSA and waited for a good 30 minutes before they start their prayers that last 15 minutes adn the MCs asked the friends of SSA to bear with them. LOL! I am kinda amazed by the mega cupboard on the stage because the one I saw before was a much smaller versionThe performance started with a girl in search for her own happiness in the world and she slept on her desktop and dreamt. Then she saw many of her friends leading a joyful life portrayed by them singing and dancing happily. Alot of hiphop and singing and a live band and thats about it. Got a few have quite good vocals and thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really realise about SSA is that the members are most always very enthu about everything the organisor does for them. Like hearing them cheering the loudest when the Chairman of the NDP 2006 asked if they were ready for the show. Perhaps what I always believe is true ba. That people with a belief can use it to release their worldly worries and do their very best in the things they do and they really did well during NDP 2006. Their formations were very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the little girl realised that happiness is in everything she is doing and that she should enjoy what she is doing now to seek true happiness. A buddhist teaching i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remain a freethinker, praying at temples at churches at mosques as I wish because to me, sometimes it may become a burden at my age. At hand, maybe I am having too many things that people at my age wouldnt have but I believe what I am doing now is definitely worth it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115539965055480458?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115539965055480458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115539965055480458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115539965055480458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115539965055480458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/08/future-division-performance-by-ssa.html' title='Future Division Performance by SSA'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115539239589104310</id><published>2006-08-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:19:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Most Siasuay Incident</title><content type='html'>LOL! Just realised that my blog is really full of spiderweb and whats not and *cough* many prople are asking me to quick clean up before they forget about the most hilarious tuabehgong on earth (sounds wrong hor? LOL) but NO FEAR :D I will now be back before my twitching monitor and continue to blog. Love me, ok? LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at an unbelievable time of 11.30am and rushed to reach Clementi Polyclinic to see some doctor for my cough and whatever illness I have with me now, or at least thats what my mother always tell me: When you go see a doctor at the polyclinic as a student, you must say whatever illness you have to the doctor, even the slightest things ok? because you only need to pay S$4.40 as consultation and negligible standard drug fees. OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached on time at 12.20 plainly because I took taxi down which is definitely dumb with the price hikes. The process from registration went on superbly smooth, unlike the usual wait of more than 1 hour to see an flustered doctor and the polyclinic is surprisingly quiet except for the beeping sound from the numbering machines. Not to emphasise blame on the previous doctor who prescribed the wrong medication for me, but this infuriating experience has repeated itself for many many MANY times!!! later I die how? I wanna waste more oxygen! LOL its just that the medicine makes me have diahorrea -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor passed me anotehr precsription for me to claim at the counter. And there comes one os the most sia suay incident. It is not very good to be branded with a 4 digit number already and yet the phamacuetician stills practically SHOUT out names in an lauhong and incorrect pronunciation manner. I wouldnt blame the lady if I didnt go to the counter more than 1 minute after she called BUT she shouted my name IMMEDIATELY after she pressed the bell! Everyone, young old sick not sick turned their head and looked in my direction, especially when there aint alot of people there. Now everyone at the polyclinic at 1 pm will know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND thats not all! after paying the 'negligible' amount, I tried to leave by the only exit of the polyclinic. As the polyclinic is not admitting any more patients at that time already, the usually open automatic door is already closed. Looking LIKE an automatic door, I stood there like an idiot waiting for the dumb door to open. Then came a weird looking auntie walking past me seeing what I am up to and she pressed something and the door opened, as if she said 'Open Sesame'. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to SSA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115539239589104310?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115539239589104310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115539239589104310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115539239589104310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115539239589104310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-of-most-siasuay-incident.html' title='One of the Most Siasuay Incident'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115358467099896969</id><published>2006-07-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:14:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO Rich :D</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from my Friendster profile: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... not a rich boy... so dun try to fleece me... teehee... only eats 10 dishes per meal, uses abalone as soap, dry sharks' fin as toothpick, braised shark's fin as gargle, bird nest soup as staple liquid, seabed mud to clean toes, pearl powder to wash hand, etcetc(too much to say... haha)... so see? i am not rich.... HAHA... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so here I am to really prove that I am not rich physically but mentally affluent :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 10 Worldly Assets of Heavenly Value:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sony Ericsson T610 --&gt; Trade-in price: S$ &lt;70&lt;br /&gt;This trusty(LOL, no always though) phone have been with me for a freaking 28 months, bringing me through the period of me being the Chairman, SYF 2005, conferences with juniors and my pursuit of education. Without it, I would have to gossip in front of my parents because I would need to use the house's pokgai phone. Thats my second baobei in life :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. G Shock Metallic Watch --&gt; Price: S$ &gt;100&lt;br /&gt;Have superb functions such as being able to tell me time accurately and have luminating effects to allow me to see the time even in dark places. One of the only few gifts from my brother since we were brothers for like 17 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Orange Complete Seed Crumpler bag --&gt; Price: S$ 179&lt;br /&gt;Made of good and lasting materials with 6 compartments and 3 big Velcro Straps and 2 knick-lock to ensure safekeeping of items and keeps out thieves. Something my dear juniors gave me for my 17th birthday, although Alyssa still complains to me that got people didnt return ehr the money. LOL Kind of like the recognition for the stuffs I did in dance? Great :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Black Converse Wallet --&gt; Price: S$ 19.90&lt;br /&gt;Made of materials that trap the Weihongly aura (smell) due to some parts being made of nylon-like stuff with Converse's website address printed on it. Lame design. Bought it at JP Converse shop when I was with my juniors and bought it due to Dallan's lousy persuading skills to buy the same wallet as his. That guy lost his soon after -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. White Split Sole Ballet Canvas --&gt; S$ 0.00 (Sponsored by dance)&lt;br /&gt;Redrain's product. My first dance accessory since 13 and it was for my first SYF in 2003. Though it started 'growing' mega holes on it and wonderful aroma since 15 after using it for practice, i often still take it out, sun it and wear it to stretch. Wonderful feelings for this pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Weblogs --&gt; Price: S$ 0.00&lt;br /&gt;1st blog - &lt;a href="http://panstruck.blogspot.com"&gt;Panstruck&lt;/a&gt; (Sad to say, it is already removed by tuabehgong)&lt;br /&gt;2nd blog - &lt;a href="http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com"&gt;tuabehgong&lt;/a&gt; (Sad to say, its now your preferred choice of blog, right?)&lt;br /&gt;These 2 blogs brought me through many mind-boggling period in my secondary school life, allowing me to vent my unreasonable frustrations that I could not somewhere else. Also allowed me to communicate with my closer friends and have a common topic to talk about. Knew people more thoroughly through their blogs and became really more streetwise :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. New Balance Shoes --&gt; Price: S$0.00&lt;br /&gt;Something bought with my brother's army credits. I think its one of the best shoes for people with moderate physical activities in the day though you may want to find faults with the plain design. My trust on the shoes to bring me to where ever comfortably is at its maximum :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Peanut --&gt; Price at SPCA: S$ 98.00&lt;br /&gt;First met Peanut at SPCA Cage 2 after my PSLE release of results. My whole family was utterly mesmerized by his uber cuteness and ke-lianness that we decided to forego having a Jack Russell (Luckily we didnt wait for a Jack Russell). Life was full of ups and downs and more salty with a dog around in the house. Perhaps those people out there is right, there is really telepathy between dog and its owner. He comes to me whenever I am feeling down or lost, lick my ears and lie beside me. Though his tantrums are enormous, I couldnt imagine life without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. NH Student Councillor Tie --&gt; Price: S$0.00&lt;br /&gt;Something that still pricks me in my heart whenever I see it in my closet. Maybe I still think that there are many 'debts' / gratitude I haven collect back. it still remained a fact that I was denied a chance to serve Dance and Council, though I do have many wonderful memories with the Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. MUCH Adipose Tissues --&gt; Price: S$ 0.00&lt;br /&gt;Its as good as Tang Shen meat, accompanying me for 17th great years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PART: Of course, there are many many thing that are priceless to me and I place them above anything else. And that they will look very wrong if I place them into the category above, such as my family. No matter how tough and bad situation in my family can be, we are still family and the fact cannot be changed. It is these undescribable things that make my life and make me. I can dance without shoes, make do without watch and (very unwillingly) discard all my adipose tissues but I cannot tolerate people trying to interrupt my life and rip the fundamentals of it away. I have never done anything to let you down before and have led you all painstakingly to where you are now. I, like anyone else would, feel hurt by your actions or your motives. Somethings are just priceless in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESS BORING PART: SEE? This is exactly how rich I am, taking into considerations that most of my things are all given to me and not with my own money. Some people may look at me, frown and ask why am I so poor. But those are not everything I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;wonderful friends around me&lt;br /&gt;wacky juniors&lt;br /&gt;funny family&lt;br /&gt;live on the 19th floor with scenic view&lt;br /&gt;and many more wonderful things in my brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. who is poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asshole! After not having a sprain for like 1.5 years, I had it again on Friday!!! Infuriating!! Grape grinding!! cow kicking!! adipose losing!! PAINFUL!!!!!!!! I really hope it doesnt affect my left ankle after full recovery. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115358467099896969?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115358467099896969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115358467099896969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115358467099896969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115358467099896969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-rich-d.html' title='I am SO Rich :D'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115293828133467999</id><published>2006-07-15T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:38:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Entrries</title><content type='html'>OOPS!!!! Was kinda busy with schoolwork and tests that I didnt have time to think of things to write! Thought of one already and I gonna pen it down. After I return from NDP thing later at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115293828133467999?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115293828133467999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115293828133467999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115293828133467999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115293828133467999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/07/lack-of-entrries.html' title='Lack of Entrries'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115013240077233177</id><published>2006-07-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:17:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Perfect Wedding as of Today</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Went out with some of the Mac gang people to JE library to 'do our homework'. In the end we were &lt;s&gt;all doing our homework&lt;/s&gt; chatting away. To people who had went to the library not through the JEC way but by the side of the JEC, you would have noticed a phototaking company. So we went through the photos there because I thought the family photo outside was darn cute. 3 generations of people showing the 'Victory' sign. Cool eh?? And we saw the wedding photos there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking about the weddings we went before. I know people out there must be thinking that I am crazy to think of wedding stuff so early in my life. LOL Must have something to look forward to in our life mah. I mean, since life is steady now, we should all start looking forward and PLAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Perfect Wedding :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Engagement Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! The most ideal one for me shall be one that is without any relatives or people around me and must be done on IMPULSE :D I know many people will say that the decision will be a wrong one but I guess I will be smart fat glutton hilarious enough to make a correct decision. Then I shall pop her the question at ROM there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Photoshoot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yah. To those who are closer to me would already know that this section is actually very redundant to me personally. But since a marriage is 2 person's business, I will very KINDLY take some photos bah =P Shooting should start from the morning in the WHOOPING Kallang Theatre. Thats right! Not going to be normal like going to the beach and act lang man but in the end getting ourselves dirty. Hate it when the groom has to fold up his black pants while at the beach because it look rather dumb. The shoot should really really emphasize on scenarios that are found in the process of loving each other :D Like 2 person sitting on the edge of the stage, giving each other the encouragement that both of us need to get the relationship going strong. really have alot of ideal photos in my mind but very hard to portray them out using words. Then after at night should be at Victoria Theatre there or some other places that has goody nigth scenaries. this one gotta act lang man so that when I am like 70 years old, the good ol' memories will still be there. The third scene would be decided by the fateful girl. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wedding Ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can wear track pants? HAHA no lah. these section shall be a traditional one, meaning everything will be very normal normal those kind. Should be quite fun to experience this thing in my life so I think should go through it. HAHA right? I think my mama and papa will want the Chinese traditional 'Drink Tea' ceremony lor. I am fine with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Wedding Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Shall invite everyone!! Then will be like what laoshi said. One side Nan Hua ppl, one side Crescent ppl, One side Nan Chiau ppl, one side Tanglin ppl, one side Chung Cheng ppl? HAHA! Then another side is teachers table. Then the usual relatives friends and such(trying to make it sound very not important. HAHA). I am going to make the menu myself too!&lt;br /&gt;Menu:&lt;br /&gt;1. The usual cold dish&lt;br /&gt;2. Mars bar&lt;br /&gt;3. Snickers&lt;br /&gt;4. The Famous Tom Yam Soup&lt;br /&gt;5. The More Famous Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;6. Muesli bar&lt;br /&gt;7. One carrot for each&lt;br /&gt;8. One cucumber for each.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!!!!! No lah. Menu shall be secret until that day because... Because I also dont know why. FOr fun bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans good? I love the photoshoot one the best. AGREE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115013240077233177?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115013240077233177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115013240077233177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115013240077233177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115013240077233177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-perfect-wedding-as-of-today.html' title='My Perfect Wedding as of Today'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115098083718819137</id><published>2006-06-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:53:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Seen Before or SINTIT Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>LOL! Some people is going to think that I am crazy already using some unknown word like SINTIT. NO!!! Because there are other people who is much more daring than me, using such SPECIAL word as their signboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/Sintit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIANG BA??? Found this signboard beside the prata shop when I was going to PA on Sunday. Thats what I call superb direct translation!!! So I am not crazy when I wrote SINTIT, or am I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/Flyiny%20Pigeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The words are suppose to be: Modern Flying Pigeon that passes 'book'. if you know what it means &lt;p&gt;Found this dumb scene when I was returning home from Crescent Dance Camp at Redhill MRT station and the dumb bird even tried to fly away when I wanted to take its dumb photo!!! MacDonald should be glad that some bird is trying to help advertise its coke because there is some coke in the plastic bag. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you guys ever since a sturdy tree growing not on soil but on the roof of a building / house?? OK, I have seen one in Cambodia with grows without roots BUT this is in Singapore!! And it is near the CBD area as you can see in the background. Almost wanted to get down the bus to take a look at the tree but I am rushing to the stadium so maybe some other day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2020/1856/320/Tree%20on%20House.jpg" border="0" /&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/2020/1856/320/Tree%20on%20House%20Zoomed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really wasnt any roots. It just grew from the roof. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18865092-115098083718819137?l=tuabehgong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/feeds/115098083718819137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18865092&amp;postID=115098083718819137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115098083718819137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18865092/posts/default/115098083718819137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuabehgong.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-seen-before-or-sintit-stuff.html' title='Never Seen Before or SINTIT Stuff!!!'/><author><name>tuabehgong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147780679188309978</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-18865092.post-115090842509792210</id><published>2006-06-22T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:47:05.20
