<?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-7463989</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:45:16.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cook a Marshmellow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-4969078048660426158</id><published>2007-09-17T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:39:42.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="color: black; background: #BDD1BB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270" bgcolor="#b3c6b1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brain Lateralization Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Brain&lt;/b&gt; (42%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Brain&lt;/b&gt; (40%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/brain.html"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-4969078048660426158?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-2910066989518907804</id><published>2007-09-17T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:21:25.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Left Brained, 65% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-2910066989518907804?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-4190693447157292688</id><published>2007-04-28T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:16:03.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies, 5 months in service liao. How long more to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-4190693447157292688?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/4190693447157292688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=4190693447157292688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/4190693447157292688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/4190693447157292688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-flies-5-months-in-service-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-117293631630284890</id><published>2007-03-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:38:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Records r meant to b broken, n by tat I mean e record for eating e most no. of days during CNY. No kiddin, I've been eatin n eatin so much during CNY, tat my mirror refuses to acknowledge me when I say "Hello" to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, it's goin to begin. REAL work starts this coming Monday. Yes, everything will be REAL. CANNOT afford to make any mistakes. CANNOT undo any wrongs. Everything is IMPORTANT from now onwards. Sounds SERIOUS? You Bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As CNY comes to an end, I hav my 22nd Bday to look forward to. Gosh! My fren oredi has plans to hold his at Ritz Carlton! Am I hearing it right? Well, at least it doesn't seem bogus to me, though I muz say frankly I was quite surprised at such a decision. Should I go? How can I celebrate my 22nd? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-117293631630284890?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/117293631630284890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=117293631630284890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/117293631630284890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/117293631630284890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2007/03/records-r-meant-to-b-broken-n-by-tat-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-117241749869596693</id><published>2007-02-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:31:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurray! I made it! One of the lucky six who have shown they've got wad it takes to go beyond the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY seems so mundane to me now, 21 years of the same O' stuff, spare me the norms.. Nah! Juz kiddin. Despite it bein the same every year, dere r still some treasures to look forward to. An example would b the O'Mighty Ang Paos. Haha. The joy of receiving blessings n good wishes frm our elders in the form of nicey shiny notes stuffed into delicately-designed red packets. Oh well, a couple of xtra things to mention, I do get to see my not-so-distant to distant cousins during this festive period too. Hmmm. it's hunks n babes galore during this time every year, but I guess tis year I'm more concerned wif the babes, ahahahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very amazed at the fact that soapy Korean films can make me shed tears. Juz 2 fridays ago, I was watching this show on Channel U. The girl hu suffered frm Premature Alzheimer's tried to write a letter to her husband before she lost her memories totally. The guy hu read the letter with grief n agony, while I the audience was simply moved to tears by the contents of the letter. Arghh, the good o' days when I watched FullHouse on SCV, I was emotionally-tied to the show too. Den past fri, I was supposed to catch another soapy Korean movie on Channel U at 2330H, but somehow I fell asleep during the 2nd commercial break, n bam, I missed the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz came back frm my cousin's 21st Bday at NSRCC. Tired, cos' only had couple hours of sleep. Kept myself up thru' the nite, didn't sleep a wink, only until 7am. The quantity of time spent dere didn't really matter compared to the quality of time spent dere. I made a small fortune playin blackjack with the youngsters, with the help of my uncle. Haha, den went to meet AOS peeps for lunch at Thai Xpress Plaza Sing, where I ordered the Penang Beef Rice, tasted alrite I guess. Back home now, very tired. Shit! Got final assessment for practical tmrw. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-117241749869596693?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/117241749869596693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=117241749869596693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/117241749869596693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/117241749869596693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2007/02/hurray-i-made-it-one-of-lucky-six-who.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116749949059656224</id><published>2006-12-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:24:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up wif hw n later James n company at Bedok 85 for supper. We ordered fried carrot cake, fried oyster w/egg, bbq sting ray n drinks. Tat came to join us ard 11 plus after he ended his work at Golden Mile. I did not do much tokkin, they did. I juz listened. However, I was able to relate to some of their conversations. At ard 2am or so, we left the eating place n went to playground on the void deck level somewhere near 85. I really benefitted from their conversations. I learnt alot. Although it was nothing political, but it was ethical n moral n most importantly, practical n useful in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I felt very happy with not what I heard, but what they were willing to share. Experiences n wad not in the conversations taught me alot. I start to realize I should really learn to see things in many other different ways. So meaning to speak, immature I am, grown-up I'm not. There are so much more things like the future, the long-term issues, n the ways of life that never really crossed my mind. To James, Angel, Yiling, Tat Ming, really thanks for letting me stay on n listen. Cos' I havn't been taking much on life lessons recently. Thank You All. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's coming to an end. Many things happened. A handful of good ones, a dozen of bad ones, n a bag full of others. To the people hu came into my life, hello, welcome n hope u'd enjoy ur stay. To those hu left, thank u for the temporary company n thanks for visiting. To those hu r still in my life, I wish u all a Happy New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling it wun a a "Happy" New Year come 1st Jan 2007. Too much has happened this past month...But I will move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116749949059656224?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116749949059656224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116749949059656224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116749949059656224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116749949059656224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/12/met-up-wif-hw-n-later-james-n-company.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116688840409916044</id><published>2006-12-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:40:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L L S T.&lt;br /&gt;Wad is LLST?&lt;br /&gt;In the army, you have very few options. You either co-operate with ur commanders, or u face the consequences. Let's juz put it tis way.. option 1, LLST; option 2, wk'end confinement. Henceforth, unofficially, LLST simply means "lan lan suck thumb".&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to another point.. If u happen to see ur fellow trainees or superiors have exceptionally HUGE, I mean ENLARGED thumbs, compared to deir other fingers, most likely they have mastered "The Art of LLST".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above para was juz meant for pure entertainment, no referrence has been made to any actual person, living or dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bloggin abt? Expressin my emotions n tots? Show more of my inner self? Expose my deepest fears to the world? Where lies the entertainment value n the satisfaction of the readers when I express my sadness, unhappiness, which have little to do with or does not even concern dem at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 July 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know why, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116688840409916044?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116688840409916044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116688840409916044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116688840409916044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116688840409916044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/12/l-l-s-t.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116394946563424501</id><published>2006-11-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:17:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proning, is a stance/position used to fire at the enemy. It basically means lying on the ground with both feet ready to do a leopard crawl. Things that you may do while proning include sketching, shooting n judging distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone, means susceptible, vulnerable, fall easily to. I am prone to injuries. I am prone to coughs, flu n fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 38.0 Deg C fever earned me a one-way ticket home for recuperation, 2 days b4 my book-out. Thus I had a long weekend. Should I b happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If 20 November doesn't mean anything to Uu, it means something to me... Time to clear things up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116394946563424501?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116394946563424501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116394946563424501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116394946563424501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116394946563424501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/11/prone-proning-is-stanceposition-used.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116271262340815604</id><published>2006-11-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:45:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New life..&lt;br /&gt;New haircut..&lt;br /&gt;New friends..&lt;br /&gt;New environment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights Off 2230&lt;br /&gt;Reveille 0530&lt;br /&gt;Fall in 0545&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rifle,&lt;br /&gt;My buddy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-D Number: O1209&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;...same old shit again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hopefully I can book-out nxt wkend.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have more time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my frens will ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can lose more weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT most importantly, I wanna hav lunch wif Uu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116271262340815604?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116271262340815604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116271262340815604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116271262340815604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116271262340815604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116178891141140998</id><published>2006-10-25T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:08:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos to be posted when I have the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116178891141140998?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116178891141140998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116178891141140998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178891141140998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178891141140998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/10/photos-to-be-posted-when-i-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116178883839602976</id><published>2006-10-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:07:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 8, 4 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;4th MORNING AT NAGOYA&lt;br /&gt;1st EVENING AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last meal at Nagoya was Japanese-style Curry Rice. I took a brave attempt n ordered a plate with Level 4 spicyness. Dere were 10 levels in total, but 5 was said to be the normal threshold for spice. The weather was not very co-operative, so the trip to Nagoya Castle was cancelled. Thus S.J n I decided to leave for Tokyo via the bullet train a.k.a Shinkansen. Once again, the dreaded spoilt luggage pissed the hell outta me, as I had to drag n drag all the way from Pat’s apartment to the Shinkansen station.  Tough luck landed us in a smoking cabin, but I heck care as I indulged myself into the sights and sceneries along the 2-hour train ride. Upon arrival at Tokyo, bad luck no. 2 happened. The pin from my watch dropped off while I wasn’t lookin n was no where to be found, no more wearin of the watch on my wrist, I could only keep it in my pocket. We had a hard hard time locatin out hostel. Somehow I feel that the Japanese are not very proficient with maps, the maps they put up at station exits are horrible. In the end, the hostel manager had to ride her bicycle n come bring us in at a forementioned waitin place. Khaosan was the name of the hostel we stayed in, n Asakusa was the name of the city we stayed in. The hostel does come fully equipped with toilets, bathrooms n computers. But, hostel guests need to share, and availability was a factor. To out horror, we were informed that the hostel had been fully bokked on the 7th, so we could only stay up till the 6th. As such, I decided to schedule my trip to Mount Fuji on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 9, 5 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;2nd DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling in the morning. Another blunder was made when we packed our luggage, brought down to the reception as we were told to shift rooms, only to find out that arrangements had been made so that shifting was not needed, n we weren’t informed abt it. (*_*)||| We decided to occupy the rooms for the remaining days of our stay after the 7th, so we paid all in one shot for the hostel accommodation fees. We took the Ginza subway line from Asakusa to Ueno, n den the JR Yamanote line from Ueno to Shinjuku, n finally the Chuo line from Shinjuku, to arrive at Nakano. Our next stop was Nakano Broadway. The place looked seemingly innocent n ordinary on the ground level, but once u went to the 2nd floor n beyond, it was pure anime n manga. Mandarake had its main branch here. S.J went crazy with cells-hunting. Another 5-6 hours went by. Dinner was at Mac, as money was beginning to run low. It was either for food or for shoppin. A choice had to be made, n was made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 10, 6 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;3rd DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another raining morning. Enquire abt trip to Mt Fuji at a travel agency, a subsidiary of JTB (Japan Travel Bureau). Booked to-and-return bus tickets to Mt. Fuji, thanks to S.J’s JLPT 2 communication skills with the Japanese lady. We managed to find out the deal abt the dreaddul 7th Oct. It was Japan’s National Holiday, so all major hotels and lodgings had been fully booked. I was denied of my wish to stay a night at the foot of Mt. Fuji n relax in the authentic natural hot spring. We then travelled to Akihabara, otherwise known as Otaku heaven. Visit wikipedia if u do not know wad Otaku means. Hell I’m not, okie! The day was spent goin in n out of shops sellin nothing but mangas, anime, costumes, dolls. Nightfall came by the time we finished combing a-third of the shops. Ordered Soba in another vending machine machine. A cheap meal, n rather fulfillin too. It was still raining, but strong winds blew this time round. We witnessed the true testament of the term “twisted metal”, cos’ the gusts blew the umbrella n caused the metal supports to bend into an odd shape. The umbrella was blown beyond repair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Before I start the part on 7th Oct, trip to Mt. Fuji, I would like to point out that S.J had been particularly worried and concerned for my own safety, as I would be going to the sacred mountain alone, with my half-bucket Japanese language n blurriness. His reason for not going being he had not brought the adequate clothin for cold weather. Thus, seeing it more like a “I must return safely” rather than a “I must go” scenario, I dedicated my excursion to 1 person. YOU.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 11, 7 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;4th DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am in the morning, as the bus was leavin the Shinjuku West Exit Highway Bus Terminal at 0845 hours. The views and scenery before reaching the scared mountain was oredi spectacular. I could only imagine wad awaits me on the mountain. After a 2.5 hrs coach ride, I set foot on the 5th Station of the mountain. CCCCC~O~L~D~.. The temperature was below 15 deg C. Spent my next 4-5 hours on the mountain doing nothing but visitin souvenir shops n snappin photos of the amazing panoramic views from the observation sites. It was so chilly dere, my hands got numb within minutes, so much so I had to get a pair of gloves juz to keep my hands warm. Trust me, that place is ccccc~o~l~d~  As it was almost 2500 m above sea level, clouds were juz a few steps up my head, while the chillin winds brushed past my body with every step I take. Wow! This was even better than Genting Highlands!~ How I really wished that YOU were here. Boarded the return coach at 4pm n after another 2.5 hr coach ride, I was back at Shinjuku again. I walked ard a little n had my dinner dere, before meeting S.J back at the Asakusa Station exit.  Found out halfway thru’ the return coach that I had lost my beloved ring at Mt. Fuji. Guess it muz hav fallen off when I removed my gloved to snap some photos. We had planned to stay at the train station for the night, n head off to the Tsukiji Fish Market the next morning to look at the auctions. However such plans were set aside when S.J pointed me to a capsule hotel. Coincidentally, the capsule hotel was right next to the station exit, n it became out place of stay for that night. Thus, by accident, we found ourselves spending a night in a capsule hotel, sleepin in a small capsule, equipped with a small tv n adjustable lighting. The balcony at the 9th storey provided yet another night view to behold at. A scene of the night sky, the acclaimed Sumida River n the streets of Asakusa left S.J n me dropping jaws. Once again, we showered in another public bath, this time with an indoor hot spring bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12, 8 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;5th DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capsule hotel regulations state that all guests muz check out by 10am. So we woke up ard 9 plus, packed our belongings n left the place. We headed back to Khaosan, where we had deposited our luggage in their baggage storage room the day b4. We split off agin, S.J went to Akihabara again while I went to Harajuku. Harajuku was known as the fashion district of Tokyo, where all the latest trends, stylish-dressed guys and girls can be seen walking down the Omote-sando Hills. I found myself lost after all the clothes shoppin has been done. I couldn’t find the train station to take the train back. Thus, I decided to try my luck by continue walkin n hope to hop up at the next train station I come across. So, I walked from Harajuku, passed by Aoyama, n finally landed myself in Shibuya. Dinner was settled throught First Kitchen, a city convenience restaurant. I returned to Khaosan ard 8 in the evening. S.J returned to the hostel ard 9pm plus, feelin down n lookin upset, telling me he had something to tell me. Therefore, I went to find him at our room while he told me of his unfortunate incident at the Pachinko place that evening. He felt much better afew hours, n I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 13, 9 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;6th DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both running out of Japanese Yen, so we decided to change the remaining of our SGD which we had brought along. Despite it being a public holiday, we managed to locate a foreign currency exchange service, all the way in Shibuya. Darn it! The exchange rate was 1SGD to 68.62JPY when the market rate was 1SGD to 74JPY. With the additional financial strength, both of us headed to Harajuku again to do shoppin for my cousin and HW. S.J was delighted that he found a blazer that he liked a lot for the price of 1900 Yen, as the store was havin a promotion. I tried my luck with the Pachinko machines. History repeated itself, n S.J was reminded of his unhappy incident the previous day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14, 10 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;7th DAY AT TOKYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our last full day in Japan, time was not to be wasted. However, S.J kept draggin till 1pm, when we set off for Ikebukuro. After lunch, we went to the Yasuda Gate at Todai, short-form for Tokyo Daigaku, translated as University of Tokyo. According to S.J, this was the place to go for all the geniuses in the land of the rising sun. He had dreamt of enterin such an institution, but…  Because of his delay, we reached Akabanehashi ard 6pm, when the night has come, failing which to catch the sunset view atop the Tokyo Tower. This was it, our final destination in Japan. Tokyo Tower. Paid a total of 1,400 JPY to reach the special observation gallery atop the structure, 250m away from ground level. The radiance of the night sky n the colourful city lights were jaw-droppin, awesome, inspiring and captivating. At the same time, many thoughts were runnin thru’ my mind. There were many thought-provokin moments. Suddenly, I felt very very lonely. Families were dere, couples were dere, friends were dere, all Japanese people. I was the solitary soul dere. S.J could hav been dere, but he said he short of cash n had oredi went up b4, so he asked me to go up alone. Yes, how I wished YOU were dere to share my joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15, 11 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;8th MORNING AT JAPAN&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY IN JAPAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks! Overslept! Bad luck! Lost my newly bought checkered tie on the way to the station from the hostel. I only got to wear it for one day, n den I lost it. Damn!  The sayin goes Alls Well Ends Well. Yeah right man! I fell down on my last day in Japan again. Retardedly, it involved the stupid luggage again. I was pushin the trolley to the escalator, when I found out that the escalators weren’t meant for trolleys. Juz as I was about to push the trolley , I tripped again. Ouch! Another bruise. If my surname was Lee, I would hav undoubtedly be called “Bruise Lee”. Lols!~  We checked in late at the airport, n almost missed out flight back. We reached 9.40am at Narita Airport when the flight was supposed to take off at 10am. Phew, wad a close shave! Back in Singapore, we felt something was amiss when we didn’t see our luggage at the conveyor belt, so went to enquire with SATS Lost &amp; Found. We were told that while we made it onto the plane, our luggage did not. So, our dear luggage would be flyin back via another airline, which would touch at a later time in the evening. Thank heavens! The luggage was couriered safely to my doorstep the next morning. Yeepie!! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116178883839602976?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116178883839602976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116178883839602976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178883839602976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178883839602976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-8-4-oct-2006-4th-morning-at-nagoya.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116178881967757336</id><published>2006-10-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:06:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 5, 1 OCTOBER 2006&lt;br /&gt;5th MORNING AT KOMAKI&lt;br /&gt;1st DAY AT NAGOYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we watched an anime classic Akira late into the night. The production was spectacular and noone would ever believe that such a show was actually made 50 yrs ago. Wakey at 11am. Had our last meal in Komaki. We had Katsu Don for lunch. The ever-friendly Shigeo drove us to a nearby train station. We bid farewell to him b4 beginning on part 2 of our trip, to meet Patrick Miller, a.k.a Mr. Cheesedog. Upon arrival at Nagoya train station, we made a blunder of not identifying the exact name of out location. Both sides were waiting at train stations, but Patrick was waitin at the JR train station, while we were at the Meitetsu train station. So no matter what landmarks and exits Pat mentioned, we could nva find it cos’ we were waitin at the wrong place. Finally, after 4 days in Japan, it rained. We dropped our luggage at his place, n we went for dinner. We went to a vending machine restaurant, whereby u insert money into a vending machine, retrieve a ticket n present the ticket to the shop attendant n wait for ur food to be cooked n served. The drizzle had den turned into a downpour by the time we finished eatin, so we suggested headin back home. Played a few games with Pat on the game Soul Calibur 3, he was an opponent I cannot handle, ended in 4Win8Loss. After that we watched National Treasure on DVD. Comin out of shower, I drank sake with S.J, where we tokked abt wad has happened so far in our trip, the ups n downs, the good stuff n bad stuff, etc.. In case many of u wonder, Pat stayed in a bigger n better place compared to Shigeo. Pat worked as an English teacher in Nagoya. S.J kept sayin abt how lucky I was to know a person like Pat. Well…guess sometimes good things happen when u least expect it. Turned in to bed at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6, 2 OCT 2006&lt;br /&gt;2nd DAY AT NAGOYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and had lunch at the same vending machine restaurant again. S.J had a problem with his digicam’s battery charger, while I was struggling with a newly bought memory card for my digicam. Pat suggested we go to Big Camera for some solutions. As expected, it was way more expensive buying memory cards in Japan compared to Sim Lim Square. Damn…I almost had to pay double the price. The 1GB XD-Picture card I bought at sim Lim was not compatible with my Olympus C-750, so I bought a 512MB XD-Picture card which cost me a 5980 Yen bomb!  We den took train via Higashiyama line to Sakae. I recognized that this was the same place we visited b4 when we went to Madarake n Toranoana, except this time, we went to Yellow Submarine. Wee  After shoppin, we had dinner at this Italian-style restaurant, called Sazeiriya. As S.J’s battery charger situation was still not resolved, we went to another shop called Top Camera. Luckily, a helpful English-speakin staff worked dere, so communication was not a problem. Well, communication was nva really a problem for S.J, as he was JLPT 2. Back home, it was another Soul Calibur 3 session n den we watched V for Vendetta on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 7, 3 OCT 2006.&lt;br /&gt;3rd DAY AT NAGOYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11.30am. Decided to have lunch at Sazeiriya, so took train again to Sakae. After lunch, S.J wanted to go to Mandarake once more, n so the 3 of us went together. Another 4-5 hours was spent at this building, so much so that the trip to Nagoya Castle had to be postponed. This time round, instead of takin a return train, we walked on feet back to Nagoya station. Pat brought us to a 12-storey Takashimaya. On the 12th storey, u could see the entire Nagoya city before ur eyes. Pat pointed out the Nagoya Castle to us, which could be seen amidst the skyscrapers n buildings. Pat had no appetite, so did S.J, so we decided to settle dinner with pre-made food sets from the nearby convenience shops. After shower, we told Pat to wait outside while we had a surprise for him. It was a PS2 game which he wanted n we gave it to him as a thank you gift for providing us with free accommodation. He was really happy n he made no haste in playin the game right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116178881967757336?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116178881967757336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116178881967757336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178881967757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178881967757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-5-1-october-2006-5th-morning-at.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116178878372947355</id><published>2006-10-25T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:06:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 1, 27 SEPTEMBER 2006&lt;br /&gt;1st DAY AT KOMAKI&lt;br /&gt;1st DAY IN JAPAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 2 hour flight to Bangkok and a 2 hour wait, we transitted from there n took another 5-hour flight on Thai Airways to land in Nagoya, Japan at ard 7am Japanese time. We arrived at Nagoya to visit S.J's penpal. My stupid luggage spoilt the moment we reached Nagoya Meitetsu train station from Nagoya airport. It happened all because of the lack of escalators and elevators in all japanese train stations. The retractable handle of my luggage broke because I lost my balance while going down the numerous flights of stairs, and landed my torso on the poor luggage. I bruised myself in the process too. :( Shigeo, S.J's fren, went to fetch us at the station, from which we took a bus to his place, Komaki. We went to a noodle restaurant near his place where we had Japanese-style Pasta for lunch. He bought us ard to a couple of Game Arcades, known as Game Centre in Japanese. In the evening, he prepared a welcome dinner for S.J n me, a simple, yet hearty meal, with traditional japanese miso soup, japanese rice chicken n don katsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2, 28 SEPT 2006&lt;br /&gt;2nd DAY AT KOMAKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shigeo's spouse drove us a 1-hour journey to Nagoya. Komaki and Nagoya belong to the prefecture known as Aichi. We ordered Kishimen for lunch at a nearby restaurant, which the dish consisted of ramen, rice, miso soup n don katsu. Next, we strolled down a long street known as Osu Ryou Mon Do Ri. After that, Shigeo brought S.J to his destination Mandarake as promised, while  followed along. Mandarake is a 9-storey building selling nothing but anime/manga-related merchandise. While entering, S.J noticed that another company, Toranoana was juz across the road too. Thus, after a 2 hour look ard in Mandarake, we went across the road to Toranoana. Time flies, cos' we realized it's oredi 5pm when we walked out of Toranoana. S.J was deeply apologetic for letting Shigeo n his spouse wait in the car for so long. Well, in Japan... the sky turns pitch dark after 6pm, so dinner time was pretty near. Before dinner, we drove to Shigeo parent's house for a visit, and letting us have an insight of what an traditional japanese house looks n feels like. After that, we went for dinner. S.J requested to have a taste of Monjayaki, n Shigeo agreed to his request. Monjayaki literally means "cook wad u like". It's a very D.I.Y dish. You order the ingredients, pour them into the hot pan, and cook to ur satisfaction. Very interesting, as you eat it while you cook it. :) After which, we went to this second-hand bookstore via a 45-min journey to a neighbouring prefecture known as Gifu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3, 29 SEPT 2006&lt;br /&gt;3rd DAY AT KOMAKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a late night as we drank japanese sake and chit-chatted till the wee hours. Woke up juz in time for lunch. We had Macdonalds, whereby I tried the Ebi-O-Fillet Burger. Interestin point to note was that when I ordered Iced Lemon Tea, they gave me Early Grey Tea, n 2 packets of gum syrup and liquid lemon for me to pour into the tea. Japanese do not have aunties/uncles working in Mac to clear tables, customers D.I.Y responsibly, n they even sort leftovers according to plastics, straws, ice cubes, liquid, serviets etc. Very environmentally friendly! Next, we went for a mini-hike up Mountain Komaki, where a history museum stood on top of the mountain offering a nice, scenic n picturesque view of the town from atop. We took a faster shortcut on the way down. Then, we visited a Pachinko place. It was said that the game which plays an important and necessary role in japanese culture, has its origins from Nagoya. Dinner was sushi on conveyor belts. Nothing special, the sushis were badly made as the rice did not stick onto the topping. A note to mention was that I finally tried sea urchin. It tasted okie, but the crab’s brain juz was yewk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4, 30 SEPT 2006&lt;br /&gt;4th DAY AT KOMAKI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another late morning, due to the viewing of a 6-part anime, which was rented on the previous day, till 2am in the morning. Wakey wakey at 12 noon. Lunch was fast food again. This time it was KFC. There were more variances in jpn KFC in comparison to jpn Mac. I ordered double burgers, a special marinated fried chicken, n a custard mousse for dessert. Once again, they serve milk n tea differently when I asked for a milk tea. Sports time after lunch. Not quite, really. Rather, I had my virgin attempt at Batting. I finally sweated amidst the air-con climate in Japan. I gave it my all, but the results were disappointing. Many missed swings. Managed to grasp a few techniques, but inexperience proved to be my downfall. Haha. Later, I bought a ice-cream from a vending machine. To my surprise, the ice-cream was inside a popcicle, and u had to squeeze or suck the ice-cream out. Next, we went to wad seems to be a community centre where we paid for tickets to a show in an omni-theatre. It turned out to be an educational children’s show, which was boring n a waste of time. Shigeo acceded to my request of visiting a Shinto Shrine, n so he drove us to one. Surprise! Surprise! The shrine worshipped PENISES. Yes, u’r not hearing it wrong, P-E-N-I-S. Lolz! It was an eye-opener! Another long drive to a famous dining place, where we had Char-Siew Ramen with Gyozas for dinner. Another virgin attempt awaited after dinner. It was S.J’s long-anticipated’s, my long-dreaded’s…… Rotten Buro, a.k.a open-air public bath. Omg, once I entered the men’s changing room, I saw many p*nises, many butts, many many naked bodies. (**)||| It only took a split second for me to drown all my worries and indulge in this seemingly new adventure. My venture was rewarded with a relaxin hot spring soak, sauna, n electric therapy spring bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116178878372947355?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116178878372947355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116178878372947355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178878372947355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116178878372947355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-1-27-september-2006-1st-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-116177534228913241</id><published>2006-10-25T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:22:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wad's up fellows?&lt;br /&gt;Returned from Japan abt 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;A long-planned, long-awaited vacation since Summer 2006.&lt;br /&gt;A dream realized, a wish fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short summary of my trip as follows___________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-116177534228913241?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/116177534228913241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=116177534228913241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116177534228913241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/116177534228913241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/10/wads-up-fellows-returned-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115898309749148204</id><published>2006-09-23T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:44:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back frm Jurong. Went to visit granny. Now in the midst of preparing for next week's trip to Nippon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a phone conversation on thurs nite wif one of my close frens, the one who truly care. Kept thinkin abt wad he said. Realised that I always fail to see the opposite side of the mirror. My perspective is very narrow. He tokked me to my senses. However, some very harsh remarks like " you're screwed", "obsessed" were used. That was quite demoralizing to me. I'm not crazy yet, I'm still sober and sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pple misunderstand me cos' I always keep to myself. They do not know wad I'm thinkin. Normal frens can't b bothered, but true frens pull u outta the hole. It takes ten times the effort to help someone then to harm someone. But in this long run, how many r truly willin n able to help u if u dun help urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying goes stop thinking abt the past, look to the future. However, I'm always reminded of the bitter past. It's either bcos' I nva try, or that the more I try, the deeper I fall under.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I need a listenin ear..&lt;br /&gt;If I dun try, I will nva know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115898309749148204?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115898309749148204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115898309749148204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115898309749148204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115898309749148204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-frm-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115815905702115963</id><published>2006-09-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:50:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wadssup pple? Hmm..wad a wonderful weekend! First it was shopping on Saturday after attending SIM open house. Next, it was yummilicious goodies galore at Expo Food Fair. Well, for the record...didn't really think my mind was at the food fair though, it was something else bahzz...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled uphill to Jurong to visit my grandma, as well as help my uncle get his internet connection back. For some reasons, he lost his broadband connection suddenly. I called in to Singnet for troubleshooting, only to find out that the Singnet server was experiencing problems through the day. Ironically, the technical operators weren't informed of this, so whatever troubleshooting help they gave, the page could not be displayed. I got fed up with it, n den the thought of reformattiing his com dashed thru' my mind. I reformatted NTFS, re-installed XP, the modem driver, n all was working ok again. I did regret leaving grandma's place ytd night... I wished I could hav stayed a night longer, but had something on today... Was really really sad when I left the place, but had to put on a brave front. I could sense tt grandma was quite disappointed when I couldn't stay for one more night. Sorry grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie this afternoon. Got this complimentary movie pass for the show Forbidden Siren when I bought i-weekly at Plaza Sing last sat. The show could have been longer, but luckily it wasn't. I was holding my bl*dder throughout the last 20 mins or so of the show, which were oso the most intense moments of the movie. If the movie was longer, I could have swore tt my bl*dder would hav burst! The movei is made up of zombies, mermaids and most importantly HUMANS. Yeah HUMANS, cos' HUMANS dies in the show, which is why HUMAN beings like us can relate to ourselves. "In the sacred mirror, dog turns into god, to live is evil". Sounds very cliche, but I like how it's fixed into the plot. There is a twist to the story, which is another reason why I feel I did not waste my 90 mins sitting inside the cinema. One last thing, it was because of the actress in the show. I find her very pretty and attractive. I think I was attracted to the movie because of her starring in it. A popular and well-known japanese idol. Simply gorgeous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Was it coincidence? Was it planned?&lt;br /&gt;Call me a fool, cos' I am ur fool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115815905702115963?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115815905702115963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115815905702115963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115815905702115963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115815905702115963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/09/wadssup-pple-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115747080372584556</id><published>2006-09-05T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:40:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointment ?!&lt;br /&gt;Hopes dashed ?!&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it ain't easy for you, it ain't for me neither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115747080372584556?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115747080372584556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115747080372584556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115747080372584556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115747080372584556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/09/disappointment-hopes-dashed-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115734643435343858</id><published>2006-09-04T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:07:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=2642" alt="I am going to die at 73. When are you? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115734643435343858?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115734643435343858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115734643435343858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115734643435343858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115734643435343858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115721445635753652</id><published>2006-09-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:27:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to make mini-short post. Here goes: &lt;br /&gt;Sat, proj mgr informed me of additional locations for part-time job b4 overall closin. Mon, went to ssdc n paid alot of money$. Tues, had a FUCKED UP day. Wed, FUCKED UP wif Mr. R. Thurs, rainy day, drenched n soaked, despite carryin umbrella. Fri, slacking (finally)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reason is u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115721445635753652?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115721445635753652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115721445635753652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115721445635753652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115721445635753652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/09/decided-to-make-mini-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115617841614139792</id><published>2006-08-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:40:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one could ever believe what a rotten day it was for me today... I simply hate my current part-time job. As much as I hate doing it, I strive on and continue to tolerate. Why, what and who am I doing this for? A silly mistake boardin the bus in the wrong direction caused me 1.5 hours of travelling time. Fyi, it happened not once, but twice! Tension was buildin up since the morning as I roamed through the different locations, but the final trigger set in when I made my way to K*ngfisher Club from Jalan Kayu Road. WTF! The directions are unclear! There are many many small roads! Road names are not clear! There are lots of houses there, but can't say the same for people! In one sentence, simply put, the place SUCKS! I snapped! I was cursing n swearing along the way while I went searchin for the infamous K*ngfisher Club in 3 Park Lane, Seletar Camp. After all the trouble finding the place, I was told that the place does not operate on Mondays. WTF! WTF! WTF! Serious waste of my time, consequentially, tht means I hav to visit tis F*ckin Stinkin F.O.S place the next morning! I have to do it, or suffer the price of one less machine meaning lesser pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another newly discovered known fact is that bosses/supervisors tend to not work or return home early from work on Mondays. Out of the 10+ locations I went to in Bugis Village after the excruciatingly unpleasant yucky experience I had with K*ngfisher Club, 2 shops asked me to return again tmr as the supervisors were not around. Don't the employees even have some sorta authority when the boss is not around? So much so for teachin us about Empowering our subordinates in Organisational Behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said! 3 more days, n I'm done with tis job. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115617841614139792?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115617841614139792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115617841614139792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115617841614139792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115617841614139792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-one-could-ever-believe-what-rotten.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115573562015462710</id><published>2006-08-16T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:40:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard somethin interestin on the radio tis morning...&lt;br /&gt;It mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;"Skills does not necessarily earn you success, it's your character and patience that does. When opportunity knocks, skills and abilities are but secondary, as it is the mental preparedness that matters. When people compete using skills, not character, the confrontation is ruthless, cruel n leaves no room for negotiation. As a person ages, the learnt skills deteriorate, thus it is the individual's judgment and perception of beauty that brings him substantial happiness, which drives him/her to move on in life, regardless of any obstacles that may come in the way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Food for thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115573562015462710?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115573562015462710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115573562015462710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115573562015462710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115573562015462710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-heard-somethin-interestin-on-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115556888177662645</id><published>2006-08-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:21:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only a matter of time b4 somebody really gets on my nerves, &amp; I'll start hurlin every single bad/foul/dirty/rude/impolite/ungentleman/uncouth/ungraceful/terrible word I can think of in the English/Chinese/Cantonese/Hokkien/Japanese/Korean vocabulary, &amp; stuff it up his sorry as*! I do mean what I say! I mean business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's tok abt the past weekend when I helped out with TPSU's subcom trg camp from fri-sat. I tell u...it's damn demandin when u only hav 2 person i/c of F&amp;B...or I'm juz givin a rant. The participants' turn-out was less than expected, but I guess that made the bondin all the more closer &amp; ezier. Basically, I'm pretty impressed with the plannin of the initiation camp. If I were to say so, it's definitely better than when my organizer &amp; I did it. (Names have been omitted to protect the identity of the individual...LoLs)I'm sure that such success would not have been possible if not for the assistance from veterans like Andrew, Chongguang, Darren &amp; Alvin. Glad to see tht Vincent took on the role of the Emcee for the camp, while Huan Kai oso came back to offer his help. I believe that I've made the right choice when I sticked together wif my comrades instead of goin off for other matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I went for CPF bldg gatherin after the camp ended. On a side note, it was quite interestin to sit in Andrew's car &amp; watch how he drives. Haiz...if only I had passed my Basic &amp; Final Theory much much earlier. Yea, me thinks he's quite a skilled driver oso. Once again, I have been baffled by the many many mentally-challengin, brain-twistin, mind-blowin games that was played by Terence, n den Tat Ming. I couldn't figure out the "MRT" game, the "what am I goin to do next" game, n the "coin" game invented by the Tatster himself. Tatster? Wahhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Damn malu towards the end of the CPF gatherin. Dere were only like 6-7 of us left. All of a sudden, I got accused of tryin to pick-up somebody, was commented "tt's e lousiest pick-up line I've eva heard b4". Wah, tht moment was like a boulder fell from e sky n crashed on my head. Diao~~ Derefore, muz clarify here, I dun rush in a pick-up, I go slow n ezy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cabbie n left CPF bldg, go home lie on bed n fell asleep straightaway. Shiok!~~ ar!~ IMF stands for International Monetary Fund, but I only knew abt it the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fireworks or no fireworks...I'll still ask u out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115556888177662645?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115556888177662645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115556888177662645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115556888177662645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115556888177662645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-only-matter-of-time-b4-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115470278306937801</id><published>2006-08-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:46:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz finished watchin the last episode of "Love at 0 Deg. Celcius". I wonder why, the female lead character Yixin reminds me of u. I dunno, mayb it's her teeth. I liked the way Weixiang expressed his emotions in the show, reflects my famous sentence "man of few words, but one of many emotions". He did so many stuff for the love of his life, givin uncondiitonally, without her knowin...woo, so romantic~  Too bad tht's only a tv show... fictitious..haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder why recent love stories hav got me softened n melancholic. Could u really b the 8th colour of my rainbow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115470278306937801?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115470278306937801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115470278306937801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115470278306937801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115470278306937801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/08/juz-finished-watchin-last-episode-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115435569506570311</id><published>2006-07-31T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:21:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天正好是七夕&lt;br /&gt;天下情侣笑嘻嘻&lt;br /&gt;男女出门带相机&lt;br /&gt;牵手逛街买东西&lt;br /&gt;谁知我心血在滴&lt;br /&gt;对你思念如往昔&lt;br /&gt;可是你却不知悉&lt;br /&gt;把我痴心一旁踢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115435569506570311?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115435569506570311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115435569506570311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115435569506570311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115435569506570311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115427518950080619</id><published>2006-07-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:59:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched "Shallow Hal" on Channel 5 juz now. Second time watching it on tv.A movie that speaks abt true inner beauty. I wonder... in a world where the perception of beauty has been stereotyped by the presence of the media, books, magazines and movies, does beauty still lie in the eyes of the beholder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 days since then..&lt;br /&gt;7 days since I last heard u reply..&lt;br /&gt;A moment since I last thought about u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115427518950080619?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115427518950080619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115427518950080619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115427518950080619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115427518950080619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/watched-shallow-hal-on-channel-5-juz.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115419586825859558</id><published>2006-07-30T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:57:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following were mentioned in a recent tv drama on scv known as "Gateaux Affairs"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers may bloom beautifully in spring, but that cannot be compared with our brightest smiles..&lt;br /&gt;Summer may be hot and warm, but we still play happily together..&lt;br /&gt;Autumn may be depressing, but I'll still be full of life and vibrance.. &lt;br /&gt;Winter may be cold, but with you and others around, I'd still feel warm and cosy..&lt;br /&gt;This is our four seasons..&lt;br /&gt;I knew you've always wanted to bring these four seasons to the rest of the world..&lt;br /&gt;You must pull through..&lt;br /&gt;For it would be too tough for Gateaux Robin Hood to go on a mission alone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the thoughts of Ken as Shuang was undergoing a brain surgical operation to remove the blood clots which have amounted to a tumour in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy ending, as Shuang's operation was a success. Thus in the future, both the male and female Gateaux Robin Hoods could go on missions together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115419586825859558?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115419586825859558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115419586825859558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115419586825859558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115419586825859558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/following-were-mentioned-in-recent-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115406145148310513</id><published>2006-07-28T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:37:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How hard can it be to think abt that person hu matters alot to u, yet still remain unemotional or upset? I've tried, it's not easy. I can't suppress the missing, the fear, the sweetness n the hope. I know what this means to me. Is my heart playin tricks on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I meant every single word..&lt;br /&gt;joggin, cyclin, swimmin, pastamania, everythin under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;more time together..&lt;br /&gt;to know u better..&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;One chance?&lt;br /&gt;No chance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115406145148310513?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115406145148310513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115406145148310513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115406145148310513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115406145148310513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-hard-can-it-be-to-think-abt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115381941495964567</id><published>2006-07-25T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:01:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! It happened! E wait was over! Had the much anticipated celebration lunch last saturday. E wait was long, but it didn't really matter. So glad of e bus ride..e mini conversations.. What a good start for e weekend...Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to James' 21st Bday celebration after a trip home for a quick shower. Paiseh I reached e chalet so late. Alot of Neonites were dere... Happy 21st Birthday to James Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Guang invited me to his bday chalet too tt same evening. It was ard 12 when I left James' place. Totally tiring to carry 4 1.5L bottles of soft drinks n walk 45 mins to his location. Ah Guang, ni yao gan ji wo leh... haha, kai wan xiao de.. Eventually, I managed to find my way, n I oso got a feel of how Pasir Ris Park felt like in e midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives frm hongkong came to SG, so my entire family, including cousins, uncles, aunties went to Golden Dragon Boat Restaurant at Marina Square for dinner. Spent sunday mornin at Guang's chalet playin mahjong..end up losing to the 4-5 fans..n bball session was enjoyable too..xcept for tt small incident.. Hope tt e hp thief will knoe crime does not pay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went testi surfin on fwenster ytd cos' was really bored. When 300 outta 326 testimonials were speakin abt e same thing, e good points n praises, tt speaks smthng abt tt person.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes..It was a.. But it's not an official.. Was it juz a friendly gesture?&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave a good impression?&lt;br /&gt;Could I hav presented myself better?&lt;br /&gt;Delighted to knoe that my efforts for e bdae card were appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;E Cafe's name...&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waitin...&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to b understood...&lt;br /&gt;Not to b misunderstood...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115381941495964567?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115381941495964567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115381941495964567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115381941495964567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115381941495964567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-it-happened-e-wait-was-over-had.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115332909273347805</id><published>2006-07-20T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:18:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to wish my fren happy bdae before I start posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shoppin ard these past few days to prepare bdae gifts for my fren(s) hu r Jul n Aug babies. Luckily, I was able to find what I was lookin for. History is repeatin itself, same as last year. It's a do-or-die situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's satisfyin to fight a battle for myself. But lately, I've realised that it's even much more meaningful to fight a battle for others. Of course I dun mean "fight" literally.. It's like dere's motivation at work hidin somewhere in the corners when u'r strivin not only for urself but for the ones we treasure n cherish as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, I was worried sick that I would disappoint myself but not only tt, disappoint my family or worse still, break a promise which I had made to myself n the person I cherish. Fortunately, in a good turn of events, I managed to get the desired outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin for the celebration of my achievement, though I sense tt it might not happen tis week, not so soon. But I do sincerely believe, have faith that IT WILL HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm juz a lonely soul of few words..&lt;br /&gt;Trying to b understood..&lt;br /&gt;Hopin not to b misunderstood..&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waitin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115332909273347805?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115332909273347805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115332909273347805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115332909273347805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115332909273347805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/firstly-i-would-like-to-wish-my-fren.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115201839044774531</id><published>2006-07-04T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:06:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These pple r runnin for Business Studies Club.&lt;br /&gt;Show them ur support pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Cai&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Goh&lt;br /&gt;Chek Ming&lt;br /&gt;Si Lin&lt;br /&gt;Wesley&lt;br /&gt;Tricia&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Dainial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are running for BSC Main Committee.&lt;br /&gt;They need your support to carry on the good name&lt;br /&gt;of BSC.&lt;br /&gt;Show them your support by casting them your&lt;br /&gt;votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polling Details:&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Cyber Centre&lt;br /&gt;Date: 4th - 6th July 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.30am to 6.30pm (10am to 12pm for TAS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115201839044774531?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115201839044774531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115201839044774531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115201839044774531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115201839044774531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-pple-r-runnin-for-business.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115181608034325419</id><published>2006-07-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:54:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is time......&lt;br /&gt;Student Leader Elections are on again this year.&lt;br /&gt;This year, the competition has risen.&lt;br /&gt;This year, the number of nominees have increased.&lt;br /&gt;This year, a new breed of leaders need your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: The following candidates were not arranged in order of my preferrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence Ong - TPSU Exco 05/06&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Full colour. "Pick Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He's done a splendid job last year. I believe he will put in efforts no less to what he achieved in the previous year. One-half the most knowledgeable football fan in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Neo - TPSU Exco 05/06&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Full colour/ black &amp; white Same poster from last year, comes in 4 languages, Tamil Malay Mandarin English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. He's running again! He was a very respected Vice-President last year. Very recognised and well-liked amongst his peers. No doubt he will bring SU to another high. The man with 500 contacts in his handphone, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Yi Ling - TPSU Exco 05/06&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Votes are like pixels, the more the better. You play I act. Woman in business suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your welfare is her concern. Your well-being is her business. A very focused and committed committee member before, and will be even better this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifton Lam - Main Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Ryu from Street Fighter. Football Jersey "10". Drinks are on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Head Programmer for FOC 06/07. If you'd liked the games in FOC, pick him, you will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Yi Jia - Main Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;- Asst. F&amp;B Head. Had a good time working with her during FOC. A very people-oriented individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenda Goh - Main Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Drawing of a girl with BIG face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Head GL for camp empire Antor. A-N-T-O-R! Antor! Antor! Antor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Lois Yong - Main Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Identity Card look-alike. A blossom heart cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Head GL for camp empire Mantiz, which was also crowned Best Empire of FOC 06/07. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai Yu Ting - Main Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): 148. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Head GL for camp empire Centis. Height of 148cm is her trademark. She may be small, but she will make you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Songda - Sub Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Man on poster with Wang Ren Pu look-alike hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Member of the Logistics sub-committee. Twice your size. Twice your muscle. Double your appetite. Triple your commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Wei Sheng - Sub Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Wolverine from X-Men. Football Jersey "2". Drinks are on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Member of the Programme sub-committee. He's smart, very smart. He's hardworking, very hardworking. He's handsome, yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Chee Leong - Sub Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster designs(s): Seeing double. Bounty Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Member of the Food&amp; Admin sub-committee. His earth-shaking laughter is his trademark. Another BFG (Big Friendly Giant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Tat Ming - GL FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Needs a haircut. Vote Me. Men in business suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This name needs no introduction. Duck is back. He's the Man! He likes to blow his hair, but he seriously needs a proper haircut. Great person to hand around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodin Nathaniel Choo - GL FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Dhalsim from Street Fighter. Football Jersey "12". Drinks are on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Male lead for Moon People. A man of many talents. He can sing, and he can play the guitar. He can even be high and wild at some times. A cool chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Low - GL FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): The Punisher. Football Jersey "7". Drinks are on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A guy who likes to cross-dress. He has cross-dressed more than a couple of time. Best performance to date was the "she" costume worn during TPSU Dinner &amp; Dance 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sook Chin - Sub Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): Sook of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Design student. An outspoken person. She's got all the support from her Des. peers, including the management team. A force to be reckoned with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Yong - Sub Comm FOC 06/07&lt;br /&gt;Poster design(s): I hear your voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One word. Support! She's another fun person to hang around with. Yes, please don't be so blur liao, st*pong.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are running for TPSU Executive Committee.&lt;br /&gt;They need your support to carry on the good name of TP Students' Union.&lt;br /&gt;Show them your support by casting them your votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polling Details:&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Cyber Centre&lt;br /&gt;Date: 4th - 6th July 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.30am to 6.30pm (10am to 12pm for TAS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115181608034325419?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115181608034325419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115181608034325419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115181608034325419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115181608034325419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-is-time.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-115040081081522545</id><published>2006-06-16T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:46:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Australia 3 Japan 1&lt;br /&gt;Watched this match together wif my cousins at a coffee shop nearby my house. It was my first time watchin a "live" match at a coffee shop. Could really feel the World Cup fever. Spectators were shouting "GOAL" when the striker made his shot, n they clapped whenever a goal was scored, regardless of which team did it. The japanese were sqift n cheap, but the aussies had strength n stamina, so they won the tug-of-war eventually. Enjoyed the match while sippin the cup of teh peng which the 5 of us ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil 1 Croatia 0&lt;br /&gt;Watched this match in boredom. Didn't really pay attention to it though, watched the first half "live", disappointed when my bro told me tt they only scored 1 goal in the second half. Kaka scored, yesh! Later, my cousins commented abt Ronaldhino's superb dribblin skills, roberto carlos' speed when attackin by the flank, Cafu's physical fitness, as well as the obviously visible "spare tyre" on ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain 4 Ukraine 0&lt;br /&gt;Watched this match while havin dinner, cos' dinner started late. Nothin much to be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England 2 Trinidad &amp; Tabago 0&lt;br /&gt;Watched is awe as Crouch n Gerrard delivered a marvellous finish to secure victory for the englands, while chattin on the phone wif another fren. Haha, so engrossed tt I shouted GOOOAAAALLL into the receiver, oops. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt's all for now... World Cup Fever, it's comin to get ya. You can run, but you can't hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done wif Basic Theory Test.&lt;br /&gt;Now onto Final Theory Test.&lt;br /&gt;I may be slow, but I am catching up.&lt;br /&gt;One step close to reaching my goal.&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead is tough.&lt;br /&gt;But I will never give up.&lt;br /&gt;Drive on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-115040081081522545?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/115040081081522545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=115040081081522545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115040081081522545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/115040081081522545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/06/australia-3-japan-1-watched-this-match.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114993823075204780</id><published>2006-06-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:17:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World Cup 2006 Kick Off.&lt;br /&gt;Germany 4,&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica 2...&lt;br /&gt;Germany advances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma treated my cousins, my bro n me for tim sum at Crystal Jade this afternoon. It was a nice meal, ate to my fill and the food was good. We ordered desserts like red bean with aloe vera in coconut milk, double-boiled egg white with milk n durian pudding. Guess we were eager to try the menu bah. Thank u so much grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shoppin wif my elder cousin after the meal. Browsed through almost all the boutique shops in Parco n Seiyu. Next place we visited was ICON. Gosh! Wad a small place. One shop in particular caught our attention, HAUT. They import fashion n apparel from japan, korea n europe once a month. My cousin wanted to take the sports jacket for juz $29, but 2nd hand condition n stains made him change his mind. Another shop tt interested us was the Buddy Boutique. $25 bags up for grabs, usual $60-100. Phew! The bags dere were realli expensive! Prices range in the 3-digits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While crossin the road frm parco to bugis village, Adeline called to me, cos' I didn't recognise her. Haha. Too bad we went opposite directions, so didn't stay around for small tok. My cousin brought me to this optical shop, where lowest prices guaranteed. Indeed, prices as low as $28-$38 for juz the frame, the "in" n stylish n fashionable ones. A little mishap occurred, my specs broke, so the shop helped me send it for repair. Relying on my other pair of specs now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine me n u&lt;br /&gt;dining together @ Crystal Jade&lt;br /&gt;Wee......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114993823075204780?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114993823075204780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114993823075204780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114993823075204780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114993823075204780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006-kick-off.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114986299207818094</id><published>2006-06-09T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:23:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;PS2 gamin bug.&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious appetitite.&lt;br /&gt;Ununsual mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;I have outdone you...&lt;br /&gt;I have surpassed you...&lt;br /&gt;Bigger..&lt;br /&gt;Rounder..&lt;br /&gt;Heavier..&lt;br /&gt;Michellin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114986299207818094?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114986299207818094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114986299207818094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114986299207818094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114986299207818094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/06/couch-potato_09.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114944321190780557</id><published>2006-06-05T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:46:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, it's time for another update! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok abit abt my part-time job. I worked 14 hours everyday for 4 days, 7 hours for 1 day, total 5 days. It was my most relaxin, most paid work ever! Thanks to Neo, who gav me this lobang while I was back in sch on CCN Day. Speakin of CCN Day, I spent half my pocket money that day solely on body art, had a glue tattoo, an airbrush tattoo, n 2 hennas. Lovely body art, on a not so lovely person, what a clash! Back to my job, it was to be stationed at the airport everyday to welcome delegates who r comin for the 11th World HR Congress, an event hosted in Singapore, by Singapore HR Institute. Didn't knoe that the institute was located @ Tekka Mall until the day I went dere with Neo n frens for a short briefin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work was plain borin, so I had to entertain myself. Fortunately, I got on quite well with my co-workers. I did the mornin shift on sat, while I worked double shifts frm mon-wed. I wished that I could join kazumi's grp on Sun, cos' dere were 3 of them, but I still managed to find another kinda FUn with Elyn n Anita frm NP. I oso wished I went wif kazumi they all to Popeye after sun's afternoon shift, but I didn't. My mind said Yes, but my wallet said No. Lols! Ah Boon was good company mon-wed, I enjoyed spendin the mornin shift with him. He brought my to the airport staff canteen @ Terminal 2 where the atmosphere was local n dere was a variety of food to choose frm, spoilt for choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asked by Eric Lai to support him in a band concert. He told me he was emceeing for the night. I tried to ask my frens to go, unfortunately they were either not interested or they were workin. :x  So on fri, I went for the concert. Did not really enjoy the concert la, although it was a showcase of many talents, from solo clarinetist to special arranged samba drums performance to Hot Latin music. Aureus Experentia XII, that was the name of the concert, a concert by nyjc band. Eric nva failed to tickle my funny bones whenever he opened his mouth. First was the voiceover, aHem.."Ladies &amp; Gentlemen, kindly switch off or put all ur mobile phones to silent mode. The concert is about to start soon" Another reason was because of his amusing antics and expression, which made me look forward to his appearance at the end of every piece. There were 2 emcees that night, both did a good job, kudos to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the gentlemen that he always was, Eric insisted on sending the girls home after the concert, so he asked me to tag along in the cab. The last stop was Bishan. Poor Eric, he was famished by the time the cab was dere, so we decided to juz alight n eat ard that area. Arghhh, dere goes my chance of visitin my fren at bugis Junction... :x We makan, sat n chilled ard until 2am, den we went home separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, went to Sijori Resort for a nite's stay. Nope, I didn't enjoy the sun, nor the beach nor the strolls, they were plain dull n borin, except for the bondin I had wif my relatives. The night was spent playin PS2, till abt 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11am, time for check-out frm the resort. Gosh, look at the time! I thought I was gg to b late for the TPGA Bowling Competition! Frantically, I packed my stuff, boarded the coach to Harbourfront Centre n rushed to Katong Shopping Centre in a cab juz in time for the competition to commence. Pity I missed the warm-up pins. I can't bowl for nut's sake! Yesh, I admit it! I swear I would b payin for every game if anyone were to play loser punch rounds against me. I really think I am that bad. My target next time is to break the 100 pin mark every game. Think you guys juz hav guessed it by now, I ended up in the xxth position. Wow! I was even "awarded" the Best Sportsmenship Prize. What an encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so useless. Want to help U in business finance, but I hav simply forgotten everythin I learnt b4. Now wanna tutor oso cannot. What a bum I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114944321190780557?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114944321190780557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114944321190780557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114944321190780557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114944321190780557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-everybody-its-time-for-another.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114815308182116998</id><published>2006-05-21T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:24:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another evening of FUN today!&lt;br /&gt;Met ah fat n songda on the train while on my way to Marina Bay for mass subcom steamboat gathering. Damn depressed, cos' the whole foodmin pang sei us, only I only person frm foodmin. Prog had the highest in attendance today. I was *Clap* unexpectedly punctual *Clap* again, so we waited for the rest to arrive at the station b4 we set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! My first time. Dis was my first time havin steamboat in Marina South. Besides that, I've never been to dis area of Singapore since 10+ years ago. Mountain tortoise number one. Alas, I was NOT the only sua gu kia dere.. The place really is cool! We had no fans blowing in our faces, but I did not feel hot or perspire at all! Other than seafood, marinated meat, finger foods n' vegetables, they oso had cooked food like mee, rice, siew mais, satays, buns n three-layer-pork! $12 per person, eat to ur fill. Drinks were expensive, so we had to smuggle 1.5 bottles frm the nearby minishop. It was a very heartwarmin sight, cooking the food, distributin the food, "teamwork" arr... Not to forget the story of a prawn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a prawn was caught from the depths of the sea, and sold to XX Steamboat. However, a cruel fate awaited the prawn, as a group of humans sat on the table and fetched themselves a container of life prawns from the food area. Just as the prawn was retrieved from the container and brought to the piping hot piece of aluminium foil, it struggled violently, shaking it's tail and legs, as if to get itself out of this perilous situation. Such a strong and determined will to survive took the humans by surprise, and they were dumbfounded for a brief moment. This was until Larrina, whom decided to kill the prawn once and for all, and with the help of her assistants, Eric and Linda, whom pinned the prawn firmly to the hot stove with their chopsticks, pierced into the aga-aga position of the ailing prawn's heart, instantly sending it to meet its maker. However, the story did not end just yet. Bearing resemblance to the aftermath of the deceased prawn, Eric was in-charge of deshelling it, while Larrina whipped up her infamous Sambal Prawns. None of the ill-fated prawns lived to tell this spine-chilling stories, except for one, the only one who was spared from such misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty meal, half the grp left by bus, while the remaining suggested to go bowling. Bowling was "spectacular", namely because of the long-gangs, occasional strike, spares, n the sissy so called ah gua way to bowling, using to hand to roll out the bowling ball. I didn't bowl cos' my stupid feet condition still barred me frm wearin covered shoes even without socks. Their first game ended with a 2 points diference, wat a close call! Halfway thru' their 2nd game, I went to the games arcade n played KOFXI. Damn, the cheap final boss was tough n cheezy. Not bad, one token n I got to the final boss, Magaki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Tiang drove me n a few other home, while the Hougang people shared ride in a cab. Thanks Ah Tiang for being the one-year old still triangle-plate driver whom offered to send all of us back to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm gg to work. Yeah, I'm happy abt it, even if it's juz for one day, 9-6. Was recommended this logistics delivery job by my fren, who happens to work at Burlington Square, that cool-lookin majestic building opp. Raffles Hospital. Eagerly anticipatin for Monday to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114815308182116998?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114815308182116998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114815308182116998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114815308182116998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114815308182116998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-evening-of-fun-today-met-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114806132609800323</id><published>2006-05-20T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:55:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Graduate's Day. Everyday is G Day. Everyday is holiday. At least for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Square on wed. I was unexpectedly punctual, so had to wait awhile for poor hw hu juz booked out frm army camp. I had oredi walked the whole stretch of Lvl 2 before he arrived. We went shoppin for bermudas. We tried fittin in quite a couple of pairs, but we lied to the shopkeepers tellin them tt we'd return later. :P&lt;br /&gt;The jacket in Newbie caught my eye, n that was my trophy for the day. Ard 8 plus, hw's lao po joined us for dinner at the food court. We chose a scenic and picturesque area to sit in, the area where we could see the buildings of Shenton Way as well as the Singapore River. Quite a romantic sight, to couples, not me. We had a feast of BBQ Chicken Rice, Spicy Beef Noodles, Baked Rice topped with cheez n Gyoza otherwise known as guo tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again we went to Marina Square on fri, today. I was habitually late, so hw had to wait a loooooong while for me. Paiseh la hao xiong di. :x &lt;br /&gt;The goal today was to exchange the long sleeve shirt tt hw rcved on his 21st bday, cos' the size was too large, like he expressed himself, "banglah baggy". We oso continues our berms hunting. Lolz! First stop was I.P Zone. The Astro Boy berms were nice, but too small for the obese me, very tight ar...ke xi ar... The other berms were more fittin, but too short... So we moved on. Went to Levis for jeans, but none caught hw's eye. Went to Lvl 3 machiam Annex interior. Hw grinned as payment was made at FourSkin for a pair of shades n a pair of flip-flops. We managed to rush to the Emporo Attitude shop to exchange the shirt for a blazer by toppin-up the difference. I learnt one thing abt blazers frm the auntie -- you actually dun button up when wearin blazers. Wow! Awesome! Then, it was dinner time, juz the 2 of us, hw n me. We ordered a plate of baked rice each n shared another plate of lasagne. I guess the cheez was too stuffy for our stomaches to take in anymore further. We went in to I.P Zone one more time before leaving Marina Square, where I bought myself some accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hw was kind enuff to walk wif me to Bugis Street. On our way dere we passed by Bugis Junction. What a coincidence! Saw my fren as she was doing the closure durin tt time. Tot she wouldn't b workin till so late as she told me she wanted to watch the 9 o'clock show. Wah, so qiao lor. Didn't ka ciao her as she was bz cleanin up the place to end the day. I den accompanied hw to the train station n bid him farewell as he took the MRT home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day: Astro Girl is cuteeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114806132609800323?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114806132609800323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114806132609800323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114806132609800323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114806132609800323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-graduates-day.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114736911907640650</id><published>2006-05-12T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:38:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hear what thy sayeth..&lt;br /&gt;I have my past to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I have my stories to narrate.&lt;br /&gt;I have my experiences to share.&lt;br /&gt;Where will I find a soul that's willin to listen to what which comes out from the depths within the bottom of my fragile heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114736911907640650?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114736911907640650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114736911907640650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114736911907640650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114736911907640650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/05/hear-what-thy-sayeth.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114665071785156639</id><published>2006-05-03T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:05:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a mistake. I hope it's not too late to realize it. I dun wanna lose a fren like u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114665071785156639?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114665071785156639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114665071785156639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114665071785156639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114665071785156639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-made-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114647407376877701</id><published>2006-05-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:01:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my best 3 minutes of that evening turned out to the the most embarassing 3 minutes of urs, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that I'm an asshole and felt offended in any way, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you go around speaking bad of me b*tchin behind my back, you will not be forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114647407376877701?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114647407376877701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114647407376877701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114647407376877701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114647407376877701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-my-best-3-minutes-of-that-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114640617716184858</id><published>2006-04-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:09:37.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought Darth Vader was bad enough. I thought Anakin Skywalker becoming a Sith was bad enough. Guess I was wrong... In this world, there are all sorts of people, good guys, bad guys, friends, hypocrites. If ya got something against me, tell me in my face, dun talk behind my back. Enough of back-stabbin, no more knifves and daggers, no more arrows, no more bullets, no more darts. Come clean, speak out, betray not thou conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114640617716184858?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114640617716184858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114640617716184858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114640617716184858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114640617716184858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-thought-darth-vader-was-bad-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114640582936504553</id><published>2006-04-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:03:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So looooooong nva blogged liao...&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say...&lt;br /&gt;So many things worth remembering...&lt;br /&gt;All the fun, laughter, and joy...&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe where to start ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL Camp 2006. RAPTORS was the name of my group. 90% of the pple in my grp were from HTM. Old bird SL joinin the camp for one last time. Had to leave for Hand-Sign "Go Temasek Go", in the end missed playing the game of Cluedo with my group. Haha...they actually used an episode of Conan The Detective as the murder mystery. New blood in the committee meant new implementations. The effort was seen, but not felt. I knew they had given their all. Hope things turn out better in the coming year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG FO is back... n' this time it's bigger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;FOW/FOC took a freakin' 6 days straight! Took every little bit of strength outta me.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt alot as a leader this time. First time felt not easy being pressured from both the upper and the lower levels. Sorrie for not meeting up to Sahf's standards in the beginning, but really got the hang of it end of day 2. The feedback session came more than a shock to me than anything else... Time for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I won't fall sick after 6 days of workshop n camp. True, I did not catch a cold...something worse came crashin my door. The doctor diagnosed me with feet rot. I became "lame" after SL Tea Party. No more hey billy banja for me... SL Tea Party was the only time I could stamp my feet for the ground-shaking cheer. This stupid condition oso deprived me of my chance in rowing for BSC in the TP Regatta. Still remembered the night we celebrated Kai Zhuan's bday, exchange of gifts as well as the legendary game of "OUCH" --&gt; Handiplast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week Zero Orientation Day 1 was a let down in the BSG side. Too huge a group, too few SLs to liven up. Fresh faces in SL meant inexperience and uncertainty in many situations. Luckily, we worked together as one and put on a show on Day 2. Unlike last year, I had a partner, JK who worked with me to handle our class of 1B15. It really lightened my load abit, as one would always be ard in case the other had to go off. Really cheered out hearts out during the Tele-games. Really enjoyed myself too! The stupid leg condition did not affect me negatively at all. Final chance as an orientation helper, do it or die!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for Yaoda's Great B21 was on the way after Week Zero. The venue was decided, but alot left unsettled. Frantically finding this and that. Fortunately, the jigsaw was pieced together towards mid-week, from the deco to the cake to the invitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th April 2006:&lt;br /&gt;Checked-in at Aranda Country Club to my E-suite. Really had to thank my dear bro hanwoooooooooiii for accompanying my during the first night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th April 2006 (Yaoda's Great 21st Birthday Bash):&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Downtown East with hw. We ate quite alot, laksa, prata, indian rojak... The next few hours were spent pumping balloons. He had been a GREAT HELP for making many things possible at the chalet. My first surprise came when the 1st batch of guests turned up at my door. The four of them sang me a bday song that I can never forget. I was really touched, I soompa! No names, just initials, R, L, K ,B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7pm, there was oredi a crowd at the place. So happy with the turn-up. Further entertainment was brought when the PS2 arrived. Winning-Eleven. Cake-cutting was long, vvv. long. Ta Ta Ko Ah Ta Ta Ko...Year 1s, Year 2s, Year 3s, Graduates, Graduateds, TPSU, FOC, SLs, Guys, Girls. Log Comm, FoodMin, Prog, Freshies. Tat came after the cake-cutting, but he soon started his engine, n' dowsed me with whiskey-mized-cola until my head was spinning. A pity my head was really spinning, if not I would ton the nite away with the stayovers. Missed a night of fun, joy n laughter because of a few hours of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to EXPRESS MY THANKS to EVERYONE who came for my party. You guys MADE THE DIFFERENCE. To the GRADUATE GUYS, all the best for NS. To the GRADUATE GIRLS, all the best in your future endeavours. To the Freshies, make your 3 years in TP a memorable stay. To the Year 2s, keep on moving. To the Year 3s, all the best to ur SIP, Tolerance is the key to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114640582936504553?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114640582936504553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114640582936504553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114640582936504553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114640582936504553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-looooooong-nva-blogged-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114545119750218738</id><published>2006-04-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:53:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaoda Sincerely Invites You To His Great 21st Birthday Bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:  28th April 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time:  06.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Aranda Country Club Chalets Level 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114545119750218738?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114545119750218738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114545119750218738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114545119750218738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114545119750218738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/04/yaoda-sincerely-invites-you-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114243367633708279</id><published>2006-03-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:41:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoola hoola. Was invited to a gathering by Kai Sheng. I was the second to reach there. Along came Kai Sheng, den the 3 of us went to do shoppin for Cheryl's birthday present. We first came to gift shop to select a birthday card. Next, passed by Princess Jewellery, greeted by the "old biang" designs as well as the "old biang" shop attendants. They recommended us to get the Mickey Mouse collection, but we said we'll walk n take a look around other shops first. Fate brought us to walk into Citigems for a look, and boy did we found what we were looking for. Ahaha, n' dere the present was settled. &lt;em&gt;Must say that I was really very tempted to buy something for "her" too. But, thinking that her birthday was afew months away, decided to hold myself back from any impulse spending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben arrived when we were at Citigems. Took escalator to level 6 to grab a bite. 4 of us were there, someone was still on her way. We finished our lunch, she's still not there yet. We promised to meet at 12 noon, but someone came at 2pm. Thus, we decided to play a prank on her by tellin her that we had not eaten, and made our way to the &lt;br /&gt;board game cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was known as Mind Cafe. The cafe was empty when we stepped in, no other customers. To my surprise, I recognised someone from my sec sch to be workin there. I found out from him that he had ORD, and while waiting for Uni, kills time by working part-time, as well as attneding various stock-broker seminars. I couldn't believe it when I heard from him that he aspired to be a stock-broker of sought after he finished his double-degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the free flow of soft drinks with a variety to choose from, and various games such as Guillotine, Risk, and Dividends, time flew by, and soon I found myself running my pants off to catch the free premiere of V for Vendetta, as I was terribly late by 15-20 minutes. Lucky for me and my friend who gave me the free tickets, we only missed the trailers and advertisements. We even managed to catch the trailer for Superman Returns. Speaking about "V", the movie is set in future Britain, where a chancellor has rose to power and has used ways and means to get to where he is today. November 5th is a day that has been forgotten by people. The plot thickens when a building was bombed by a masked men known as "V", who happens to be......&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tell u all too much, or the show not worth watchin liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the cafe to meet up with the 4 of them again. The cafe was packed with people this time round. Tuesday happened to be ladies night, so majority of the customers were of the fairer sex. We packed our stuff, and headed opposite at paradiz centre to draw money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prata at Bencoolen Street. We chatted and chatted and chatted until around 12 midnight. We intended to walk to Bugis and part ways then, but we changed our mind and decided to walk to Kallang instead. Creepy creeeepy~ Must say that the stretch down my pri sch and kelantan road was eerie and made us feel uneasy. Furthermore, the psychology set in when we were a group of odd number, 5. The brisk walk down the stretch, instructed by one of us did us good, cos' the place really made you imagine things. I oso learnt something from Kai Sheng thru' this few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru' the journey to Kallang, someone suggested going to Geylang for "tau huei". An interesting note during the long walk was, we were practically crossing the road while the red man was on, or the green man was blinking. We hardly had a chance to stroll across the road as we were always about to be caught up with traffic. The gathering finally ended ard 3am when we finished our soyabean drink, toasted pastry, you tiao, taiwan noodles and tea-boiled egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the identity of the 4:&lt;br /&gt;Kai Sheng who used alot alot alot and I mean ALOT of tissue paper that day;&lt;br /&gt;Yin San the sheep;&lt;br /&gt;Lingling the ah lian;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Benedict who didn't seem to fit intot he topic when we were talking about certain SU stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mind Cafe is situated directly opposite Paradiz Centre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114243367633708279?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114243367633708279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114243367633708279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114243367633708279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114243367633708279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoola-hoola.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114201634369911583</id><published>2006-03-11T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:45:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For HER:&lt;br /&gt;"Naze ni kokoro wa kodou desu ka?&lt;br /&gt;Doushite anata wa wasurenai desu ka?&lt;br /&gt;Hontou ni boku wa itsumo kimi ga daisuki desu ka?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;olidays have been nothing but slackin at home n enjoying playing my PS2. When I got tired to KOF Neowave, I was hooked onto the game of Onimusha: Dawn of Dreams. Videogaming has nva been so fun like it is to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;et my 2 male classmates for farewell dinner yesterday @ Cafe Cartel Cineleisure Orchard. My oh my, it was my first time eating at Cartel. Never had I found plain bread to be so warm, crispy n tasty. My advice is, dun take too much of the delicious tasting loaf, or you'll soon find yourself struggling with the main course itself. Ordered a meat lover, which included chicken, ribs n' sausage. We had a hearty meal. Thank goodness I was able to stike up some minor conversations during the meal, or else it would've been rather dull n boring. Guess what, we spent almost 2 hours at the restaurant! Thus, it was an "enlightenin" n' satisfyin dinner after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ot down to PS to support Royston Aw aka kaiming in the Teens Model Search Finals today. The contestants performance were too few n too short. A pity for Royston, cos' the winner turned out to be someone else, n' a controversial one at the same time. Well, at least most of the peeps dere didn't thought of the winner to be of champion material, but guess we dropped our jaws when the results were announced. Lols!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended CD: Beyonce- Dangerously in Love&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Movie: Date Movie&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Hangout: Cafe Cartel Cineleisure Orchard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114201634369911583?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114201634369911583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114201634369911583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114201634369911583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114201634369911583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-her-naze-ni-kokoro-wa-kodou-desu.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114113971267960313</id><published>2006-02-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:15:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange thing happened to me while I was going to alight from the bus yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;"Believe in the true god. Jesus love you."&lt;br /&gt;Said a women on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable? Believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114113971267960313?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114113971267960313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114113971267960313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114113971267960313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114113971267960313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-thing-happened-to-me-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-114113902378062647</id><published>2006-02-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:03:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week could be said the best week of February 2006. Exams were a whore, but what happened after that compensated for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had I felt so lost, so directionless after a semester as I had felt on the day my second and final exam paper ended. In a flash, 5 hours had passed by in Orchard Rd. FRGL's a nice shop, with pretty nice t-shirts with graffiti and motifs. Should go back there another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday did nothing but played my PS2 all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was supposed to meet Celine, Andrew and Kazumi at 2pm to do asset checking, but due to "unforeseen circumstances", I was late. Ended up only me n Kazumi helpin Celine, while Andrew had his things to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was when ALL THE FUN began. The news spread like wild bushfire. Know what I'm referrin to?? Go check tuesday Straits Times if u'r not sure... Victor's the man! The chilling session at Bedok interchange was the best man. The term "Great minds think alike" never sounded so sure and real to me until then. Neo, Vict, Terence n' me had great laughs over the *aHem* news as well as other BF talks. I salute them, n hav 1 word to say to them... tok kong! Took bus 28 together with Neo when the grp split, n' tt's how my face appeared in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared some solemn moments along with all the MPs and invited guests at Mr. S. Rajaratnam's funeral service. Great stories were said of him and I learnt a thing or two from his acts of heroism, bravery and courage. Went to chill at Suntec Food Court after the service ended for lunch, along with the NPSU pple. Vict sure enjoyed his time mingling with them, as well as scaring them with his "horrifying" antics.. LoLs! Then the grp split again. We went to Sim Lim where Vict collected his formatted CPU. It was decided that he would go home put down the CPU n join us again, but he "flew pigeon" us n' nva returned. Neo and me had fun at the BJ arcade, playing photohunt, the #1 game @ TP Students' Lounge. We were very engrossed in our game that we forgot to click on the hints. We game overed a couple of times with the 3 hints intact. What a pity. Then, Terence finished his soccer match at Marina South n came over to rendezvous with us. We played photohunt again, n' yes, history repeated itself and we got our asses kicked by the bloody game with the 3 hints intact once again. Oh... n on a little sidetrack, I accidentally hit my elbow against someone's shoulder tt day, cos' I was abit taller than the other person. Ask Neo, he know abt it... So, the 3 of us went for dinner opp. BJ. We ordered chicken rice. We sighed at the absence of Vict, cos' he would provde us with all the *aHem* clips. We met up with afew NPSU pple again after our dinner, the time when one would witness yaoda running, neo running, n "a leg injured person" underestimated of his running ability. With that, Saturday came to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than meets the eyes...More to come...More pls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-114113902378062647?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/114113902378062647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=114113902378062647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114113902378062647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/114113902378062647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-week-could-be-said-best-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113959343753873583</id><published>2006-02-11T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:43:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the conversation history below shows a good example of some smart alec assholes who hav nothing better to do but swear, swear, n swear like noone's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113959343753873583?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113959343753873583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113959343753873583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113959343753873583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113959343753873583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversation-history-below-shows-good.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113959331191655295</id><published>2006-02-11T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:41:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH BEH!&lt;br /&gt;am i asking for too much...? *‮٭‮* says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; am i asking for too much...? *‮٭‮* has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Release The Scorching Fire, X!! ｯpｪﾄ｢ｭﾌO, ! ! ZZ{EPW[Things like justice and love always elude me says:&lt;br /&gt;what laa cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Release The Scorching Fire, X!! ｯpｪﾄ｢ｭﾌO, ! ! ZZ{EPW[Things like justice and love always elude me has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI YOU YAODA WHY YOU ADD AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laugh In The Face of Danger And Breaking The Funny Bone In Multiple Places has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOTHER CHEEBYE YOU ALL LA&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD ADD ADD?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK FUNNY AH?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe y u say it's me&lt;br /&gt;triforce_619@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;[Messenger Plus! Sound] - Data{2EA0159D686C} - FUCK &lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;do I even know u&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;....son of the bit**?? who the hell hjacking me??&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU NA BEH LAH I KNOW YOU ADDING LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Reno says:&lt;br /&gt;dui&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU HOLA YOU ADD 1 AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD?&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;triforce??&lt;br /&gt;triforce_619@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE MY GAME CRASH LEH YOU MOTHER FUCKER&lt;br /&gt;triforce_619@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i kana added also loh&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;MUST BR YOU LA YAODA&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;this window i only added u in my buddy list -_-&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD?&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;than who the hell?&lt;br /&gt;triforce_619@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;how i know&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK ADD ALL HAPPY HAPPY DEN CAN PLAY PLAY AH HAH?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;triforce is in my N list&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;but not the rest of u pple&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING CHEEBYE YOU&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;same..i only know triforce here only ...-_-&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LAH YAODA I KNOW ITS YOU ADD 1 LAH&lt;br /&gt;triforce_619@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;y ur buddy list only got me?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MD YAOYI YOU&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean for this window..&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;cos' u play YGO&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKER YOU CRASH MY GAME&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;meant*&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU SAY SORRY AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; am i asking for too much...? *‮٭‮* has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Release The Scorching Fire, X!! ｯpｪﾄ｢ｭﾌO, ! ! ZZ{EPW[Things like justice and love always elude me has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bn™    L.}g has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laugh In The Face of Danger And Breaking The Funny Bone In Multiple Places has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI YAODA YOU DEAF AH?&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;...wtf is happening now??new hack for msn?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD?&lt;br /&gt; Release The Scorching Fire, X!! ｯpｪﾄ｢ｭﾌO, ! ! ZZ{EPW[Things like justice and love always elude me says:&lt;br /&gt;cb kia dun add leh knn&lt;br /&gt;am i asking for too much...? *‮٭‮* says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH BEH LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laugh In The Face of Danger And Breaking The Funny Bone In Multiple Places has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Release The Scorching Fire, X!! ｯpｪﾄ｢ｭﾌO, ! ! ZZ{EPW[Things like justice and love always elude me has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE ONE OF YOU ADD THEN RUN AWAY RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA says:&lt;br /&gt;don accuse..&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT GUTS STAY HERE LET ME SCOLD LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUHT UP YOU&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO TALKING ABOUT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;ORH!&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;SO IS YOU ADD 1 LAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; am i asking for too much...? *‮٭‮* has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD ?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FATHER ASK YOU ADD AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;HAH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FATHER ASK YOU GO FUCK YOUR GRANDMOTHER YOU HAPPY HAPPY GO FUCK LAH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;HAH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK FUNNY AH ANYHOW ADD PPL?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU BLOODY ADD?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU CANNOT REPLY 1 AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;DARE TO ADD PPL BUT DUN DARE TYPE BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hOlA , sHoUjO aI n dEsU gA has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ALL LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBYE BASTARD YOU ALL&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU I KILL YOU AH MAKE SURE YOUR FAMILY ALL DIE AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YAODA&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI YOU FUCKING CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DUN ACT BLUR HOH I KNOW IS YOU ADD 1&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD ALL HAH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK WHAT? THE ADD FUNCTION VERY NICE TO PLAY AH?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;1. how to add when I dun even know these pple&lt;br /&gt;2. how to add when I hav not even seen these emails addresses b4?&lt;br /&gt;3. how to add when I dun even know u in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ADD YOUR FATHER MOTHER ALL AND PLAY WITH THEM LAH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;use ur blardi brain la&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH BEH!&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;how old r u&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU USE YOUR BLODDY BRAIN AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;got take ur O'lvl results today anot&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHUT UP LAH I OLDER THAN YOU LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU O LEVEL ONLY AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT DEGREE AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;u'r older than me&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;EGREE holder&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;yet u swear like noone's business&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;wonder u kenna PH anot&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOTHER CHEEBYE I SCOLDING YOU WHY YOU TALK BACK?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;y can't I&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH BEH YOU GOT HEAR BEFORE DEGREE IN INSULTING PPL BEFORE MAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DUN HAVE YOU GOONDU AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD YOU TELL ME?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK FUNNY AH?&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW ADD PPL&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;tell u not me liao&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;DEN COME HERE TOK TOK TOK&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;u got evidence it me ma&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;Ic ome ehre t&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;ALL TOK NO SHIT&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YES LEH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;sorrie hor mister&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I SEE YOU LOH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;IS YOU ADD 1&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;u hurled vulgaritites at me first hor&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I DUN CARE AH I NOW CALL POLICE AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;see wad&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;which eye&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE SURE THE POLICE ALL GO YOU HOUSE PLAY WITH YOU AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;wad can the police do&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;DEN YOU GO TO JAIL ALSO PLAY WITH THEM AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;they can't even charge me with anything&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;I dun care which Uni u grad from&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHH FUCK YOU LAH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;u balrdi disgraced them&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;br /&gt;-=- BaS -=-  Media 4 Lfe . nl says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I CHARGE THEN YOU KNOW AH&lt;br /&gt;-=- BaS -=-  Media 4 Lfe . nl says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt; Reno says:&lt;br /&gt;dui&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOTHER CHEEBYE YOU&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;HAH? ADD ADD ADD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -=- BaS -=-  Media 4 Lfe . nl has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME YOU STAY WHERE NOW?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BANGLA AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CHEEBYE YOU BANGLA GO ADD YOU OWN FUCKING SMELLY PEOPLE LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU ADD ALL OF US&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;HAH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK YOU BANGLA YOU VERY BIG AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;ONLY YOUR BALLS BIG AH MOTHER CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU DUNNO HOW TO USE BRAIN THINK ONE?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU STUPID ONE IZZIT?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;OEI&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YAODA&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;AHPUNEH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I TALKING TO YOU LEH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EYES CANNOT READ ENGLISH AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BASTARD YOU&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ADD 1 MORE TIME I MAKE SURE I KILL YOU AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;1. banglas dun speak english&lt;br /&gt;2. blangas dun read english&lt;br /&gt;u'r clearly not suing ur PHed brain again.&lt;br /&gt;cos' u dun blardi understand tt I'm accused&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;GO PLAY WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHER PUSSY AND DUN DISTURB OHTER PEOPLE LAH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;*using&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKER YOU&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;do u know it's rude to mention other pple&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;pple's family&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LAH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW IT IS RUDE TO INTERUPPT AND CAUSE DISTURBANCES TO INNOCENT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DISTRUPTED MY COMPUTER GAME LEH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU LUCKY I SCOLD YOUR FAMILY ONLY AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU I KILL YOU YOUR WHOLE FAMILY ALL DIE AH&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;n the police will come catch u&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;put ur ass behind bars&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING CHEEBYE YOU&lt;br /&gt;*** Yaoda*** L&amp;W were meant to b together...L&amp;amp;R were also meant to be together...Was I meant to be alone? says:&lt;br /&gt;life imprisonment&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP LAH PEABRAIN&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK I SCARED POLICE AH?&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY COME 10 20 MEN I ALSO NOT SCARED AH FUCKING CHEEBYE&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLOODY BASTARD YOU BETTER WATCH OUT AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ADD AGAIN I MAKE SURE I SCOLD NOT ONLY YOUR FAMILY AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE SURE YOU LOSE YOUR STUPID FACE INFRONT OF EVERYBODY AH&lt;br /&gt;▐ ◙ ₪аρ׀αмßгїлģЄг [ ﾗ\d~\ ]▐▓▒░ © says:&lt;br /&gt;BASTARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113959331191655295?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113959331191655295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113959331191655295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113959331191655295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113959331191655295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/d-says-nah-beh-am-i-asking-for-too.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113933268375507508</id><published>2006-02-08T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:18:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After short hangouts with the group for the previous weeks or so, I realised: the company's good, why didn't I know them earlier? It doesn't matter how long you have known a person, what matters is how well you know that person. I don't care what have I done, what concerns me is what I havn't done. With that said......mahjong anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An infuriated man who overslept by one bus stop on his way home signin off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113933268375507508?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113933268375507508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113933268375507508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113933268375507508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113933268375507508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-short-hangouts-with-group-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113924979027003019</id><published>2006-02-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:16:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese Lunar New Year, associated with celebrations, lou hei, ang bows, not forgetting the brainpower-enhancing games of mahjong, poker, blackjack &amp; you name it.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-CNY, associated with preparations, springcleaning, new clothes, getting rid of the old, not forgetting the brainpower-draining loads of homework, assignments, projects &amp; you name it.&lt;br /&gt;So is CNY a joyous occasation to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of lectures and  tutorials in TP. Then it's final year exams, and holidays here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping is nice, unless you're at a bitter receiving end of stuff you wished you'd never heard. But after you have heard, you realise that it's no big deal after all. Politics is really a very very very, I repeat uber ugly game to play. Trying is never enough. But if that's the case, what more else can you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting food for thought here:&lt;br /&gt;If a dog is man's best friend, wouldn't year of the dog be the same as year of my(man's) best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have lost count of the number of days since I knew you. But one thing's for sure, "it" has remained the same all this while. You have made many more and new friends since then, and I feel happy for you. A confession to make is I feel inferior in front of you, I really feel lower class in your presence. When you're not around, I wished you were here. But when you appear unexpectedly, I wished I wasn't there. Do we belong to different worlds? Why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113924979027003019?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113924979027003019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113924979027003019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113924979027003019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113924979027003019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-lunar-new-year-associated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113828503950227508</id><published>2006-01-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:17:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Medically certified. I am sick. Fever, cough, runny nose, phelgm. No oily foods, drink more water, rest more. Dear virus, why must you come visit me before this festive period? In case you were wondering...NOPE, I do not welcome bacteria too. Coughs!~ Coughs!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113828503950227508?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113828503950227508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113828503950227508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113828503950227508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113828503950227508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/medically-certified.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113820913723459679</id><published>2006-01-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:12:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I presume this post will be even longer than that of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent an hour watching National Geographic. There was this ShowReal Asia, and the country featured was Japan. To my surprise, the show was about the Kumo Gasen in Kajiki, a small agricultural area countryside near the Kyushu regions of the land of the rising sun. As a arachnophobiac, every scene and sequence sent chills down my spine, as for your information, the whole show was about spiders. Kumo Gasen literally means Battle of the Spiders. Well, not any spiders, but the giant golden-orb spiders in Kajiki. As kids, our parents might have indulged in spider wrestling during their childhood years, but as Singapore became more urbanized, the hobby came to a halt, as kids nowadays show more fascination with technology and gadgets such as mobile phones and mp3 players. These spiders actually have another alias known as the samurai spiders, for it was believed that this sport was passed down by the ancient samurais, which was a practice to raise the morals and spirits of the warriors on the night prior to the battle. An interesting fact, the golden-orb weaver lays a astounding amount of 14,000 eggs, all of which will hatch into tiny golden-orb weavers, who will then colonalize throughout the small countryside of Kajiki, or even as far away as Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to yesterday, today was even SHITTIER (is dere such a word?) during school hours. Went to prepare for POE presentation @ the library. Waiting time for the lifts was greatly increased due to the blood donation that's going on on Level 9 of the library. Started coughing badly all of a sudden in the library, bad omen. After printing out the transparencies, there was only ample time left to prepare my note cards. The POE presentation was a fluke! We overshot the clock by 5 minutes. The lecturer was questionable and doubtful about our working capital and return on equity. The good news was we would be able to rectify such errors when we submit our type-written project report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt really hungry after the presentation, so went to unload stuff at lounge and headed straight to Mensa2. Wasn't feeling well already, so decided to have egg salad instead of the usual fried western food. Hunger pangs were neutralized, but my condition remained bad the same. Got back to the exco office and took a short nap there. That was when Alvin Ting, Ah Tan, Ah Guang and Denise went into the room to chill. I also got up as my set alarm sounded. It was time for me to revise for the IB test paper. Head wasn't thinking well, and brain cells were malfunctioning (guess must be the f*ckin p*nis brain that I hav). Couldn't absorb what I was reading at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling damn hungry before the paper, so went to Bizpark and grabbed a sandwich. Saw Wesley at the bizpark, only to find out later that jy was there too. Think my eyes were playing tricks on me bah (huh, f*ckin a**hole eyes?!) Saw Ah Guang, Andrew and Yee Ping, found out that they were heading for town. I asked if I could join them after the paper and they were ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting bits about the test: 10 minutes reading time, so cannot start writing before 10 minutes is up. When the clock struck the end of the 10th minute, people started writing, the invigilator asked "why are you writing?" ROFLMAO !!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Ah Guang and company @ Shawhouse after my paper. The group of us included guang, drew, yp, ryan and denise. Spent too much time eating and chit-chatting, so in the end many of the shops were closed. Our final stop was Topman at Wisma, when the girls bought some tops and skirts. We took NEL home together, but I was the first to alight at my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great company guys! Ah Guang, please please please create a blogskin for me okiezz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps I mistook someone else for u @ the library while waiting for the lift. Not sure if it was u, so didn't say hi. Wished I wasn't rushing for time, so that I could hav spend that few more seconds with u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113820913723459679?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113820913723459679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113820913723459679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113820913723459679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113820913723459679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-presume-this-post-will-be-even.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113811462562594202</id><published>2006-01-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:57:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wadzzup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted time preparing for a test which I didn't managed to finish the POE paper on time. What could be worse? Luckily, I joined Victor for dinner after my paper in the evening. That's when I met his NS friend, who happens to be teaching unarmed combat in the military. That's like "WOW! That's so cOOl Man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor "koped" some fries while we dere chillin at Macdies. He tried to bullshit (as usual) by saying how he tried to challenge the Akido Master during Open House and stuff lidat. The exaggerations and funniness could only be felt there. I mean, come one, you've got to be there to know what it feels like to hear Victor telling such cock-and-bull stories. Only he is capable of bringing such crankiness and gaganess to everybody. Lols!~ He continued blowing his horn when suddenly, he received a call from a stranger. His friends immediately told him to hang up when he heard the word PRUDENTIAL, cos' it was an insurance sales call. But Victor being the usual crapper he is, went on and on and talked to the man on the other line. Could you believe it? He even mentioned he was a business student, and is taking finance. The most contradicting part was when he said that he is financially independent and his financial matters have all been taken care of, by his mother. WTH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to shop for xin nian yi (coughVICTORcough) at TM. He got himself a dry fit tee. I wanted to get a belt. We later realised that there would be additional discount if there were purchases of 2 or more regular items. In the end, I didn't get the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Timberland. Gosh, the shoes are nice man! Btw, have you ever wondered why the shirts there are all so big-sized? Royal Sporting house was the stop later, where again Vict and his pal were looking for dry fit tees. The final destination was the &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ay &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ream &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;bout &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ex Shop, where Vict got him self yet another piece of xin nian yi, to prepare for bai nian. But according to him, he intends to bi nian this year, WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my day, Victor pal, thanks alot bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your welfare is my concern.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck to your projects and presentations. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113811462562594202?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113811462562594202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113811462562594202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113811462562594202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113811462562594202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/wadzzup-wasted-time-preparing-for-test.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113802433641768555</id><published>2006-01-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:52:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am hungry, very hungry. I have not eaten my lunch and dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;I am thirsty, very thirsty. There doesn't seem to be a lot of boiled water around in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I am angry, very angry. The many things I could have done today, but did not. I am fuming.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, very happy. I was lucky to have met a new acquaintance on my bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely, very lonely. Anyway, why bother? Noone seems to give a shit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vexed and irritated blogger signing off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A U-turn. You're still the only one I want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113802433641768555?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113802433641768555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113802433641768555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113802433641768555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113802433641768555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-hungry-very-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113795057147966948</id><published>2006-01-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T01:22:51.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't have been a better way to end this week off. Went with family for free lunch at a restaurant. Then went to orchard for some "unanticipated" cny-shopping. Stopped by for a  short while at Plaza Singapura after that to do window-shopping, only to jump through the window n empty out my pockets of dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Terence bro at bras popular later for a pre-agreed office-shopping meet-up. Browsed thru' Art Friend first, followed by &lt;a href="mailto:Popular@Central"&gt;Popular@Central&lt;/a&gt;. It was a crazeee office items bonanza as we practically scapped through the whole of the store. Terence was so 'High" that he was almost tempted to buy everything in his sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By hook or by crook, Operation "DN" begins today, 23 January 2006, so does Operation "BB". What it means? Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u never knew what I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u never knew why I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u never knew it was u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u never knew how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only u knew, the things I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only u knew, the reasons behind the things I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only u knew, u were the reasons behind the things I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only u knew, wad it mean to me by saying u were the reasons behind the things I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113795057147966948?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113795057147966948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113795057147966948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113795057147966948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113795057147966948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/couldnt-have-been-better-way-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113787306780908841</id><published>2006-01-22T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:51:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The coffeeshop, a wonderful place to hangout. A place to have nice pork &amp; century egg porridge. A place to chit-chat. A place to hear gossips. An amazing place overall. Unfortunately, I had to hear about unpleasant stuff at such a beautiful location. Controversy or irony, the answer only I will know. In english, it says do not rub salt on the wounds; In chinese, it writes do not dig others' scarsof the past . Either way, it means do not mention about the unhappy past. Dampen spirits, irreplaceable loneliness, discouraging words of dignity-genociding resemblance, in anguish and in disappointment. The one thing that I did not expect for today was the one last thing that happened before I reached my house. The cabby-ride proved to be a memorable and enjoyable time , in absolute contrast to today's turn of events of snowballing depression and unfathomable demoralization.  Expect the unexpected. Hoping for more better things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The small picture was worrying if you were thirsty while doing duty. The big picture was worrying about whether the officials were thirsty. If only you knew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113787306780908841?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113787306780908841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113787306780908841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113787306780908841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113787306780908841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/coffeeshop-wonderful-place-to-hangout.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113768455376890279</id><published>2006-01-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:29:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's such a nice and wonderful feeling to meet new people everyday! Today I got commended by my group leader twice, through sms n msn, for contributing my views and thoughts to the project. I'm so happy. Finally my existence is recognized in the group, and not just a figure there. Yippee!! :) Just hope that it would be better tomorrow. I ate a fortune cookie today. The message made me delirious with joy. But after today, I think either the cookies or the fortune was expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fortune cookie says: Your relationship begins to blossom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113768455376890279?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113768455376890279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113768455376890279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113768455376890279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113768455376890279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-such-nice-and-wonderful-feeling-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113760872146773686</id><published>2006-01-19T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:25:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I've learned today: "A man has got to depend on himself when it comes to chasing a girl." Strangely, seems like a handful of related people stay in the area of Yishun. I feel so happy to hangout with this group of people whom I call "the dinner/supper gang".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113760872146773686?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113760872146773686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113760872146773686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113760872146773686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113760872146773686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-ive-learned-today-man-has.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113752131888006958</id><published>2006-01-18T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:09:42.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn shagged. Woke up at 6am today. Got MA2 mid-sem test today, damn stressed. Went for International Business revision lecture, damn boring. Studied for MA2, damn focused and concentrated. Finished MA2 paper, damn relieved. Damn grateful to Bea***** for lending me her calculator, thanks alot! Did project in the library, damn exhausting. Went to slack in lounge, damn hungry. Dinner at Technos again, had Nasi Istimewak, damn delicious. Chilled with Guang n peeps, damn fun. Back at home, out from shower, 2am now, still damn energetic. Damn it!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I regret not coming over and talk to you earlier on. I was busy mugging for the paper, and then I was late for the test. Really really really regret my decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113752131888006958?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113752131888006958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113752131888006958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113752131888006958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113752131888006958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/damn-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113734282867566984</id><published>2006-01-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:33:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/1311/1024/Picture%20103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/1311/400/Picture%20103.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro n cousins&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113734282867566984?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113734282867566984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113734282867566984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734282867566984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734282867566984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/bro-n-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113734373758875801</id><published>2006-01-16T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:48:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All in a day's work. Morning was entrepreneurship forum, followed by packing day in the afternoon, n finally the wedding in the evening. A long n tiring day, but it was worth it every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrepreneurship talks were kinda inspiring and motivating, but judging by the number of students who showed disrespect at the guest speakers by playing with their mobile phones while the the speakers were on the stage, I guess not all benefited from their presence. Worse still, there were also people who surfed the net with their laptops in the auditiorium while the speakers were giving their presentations. What has TP biz students become? Sighzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I reached the packing day venue having no clue as to what I was supposed to do. Waited at TCC for Victor n' company to return from their lunch. 2 hours of fun, games, chicky dance, mass dance n' club dancing before we were moved to the staff apartment to do the systematic packing of the goodie bags. My job was the conveyor belt, while the production line passed the stuff to me n I would pass it to the next person. The shift ended at 5.30pm, and I dashed home straight to prepare for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired on the cab home that I dozed off. Luckily I was not very far away from my house when the taxi driver managed to wake me up. Took a refreshing shower. Was very annoyed when my bro called me up to ask me to bring this bring that, cos' my family had forgotten to bring these important stuff along when they left the house before me. Was cursing and swearing while I went around to search for these "junks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I finally reached the small restaurant where the banquet was held at around 7.30pm. Helped to usher the guests to their tables while my mum brought me around to greet relatives whom I have never met before. The best part of the whole event was when we went around to "Yam Seng" with the tables. Not boasting, but I was confident of shouting a longer "Yam Seng" than any tables with single breath. No sweat man. Chicken feet, haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, 14th January 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Signin' off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi!" "You had a test just now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juz 2 sentences...not enough...gotta work on it more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113734373758875801?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113734373758875801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113734373758875801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734373758875801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734373758875801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-in-days-work.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113734265049543708</id><published>2006-01-16T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:30:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/1311/1024/Picture%20139.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/1311/400/Picture%20139.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113734265049543708?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113734265049543708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113734265049543708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734265049543708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113734265049543708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113716866240079179</id><published>2006-01-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:11:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to say... except that I have learnt alot after Wednesday 11th January 2006. Tomorrow will be a super long day, with entrepreneurship forum in the morning, packing day after that, followed by uncle's wedding dinner. Keeping my fingers crossed for anything that shall happen, can happen and will happen. I have been exercising for the past 2 weeks, just so I can look good on this day, but seems results are not showing themselves yet. But anyway, the date is near, and I have tried my best. Hope everything will be fine tomorrow, with surprises to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were sick. I showered you with concern. The weather was cold. I comforted you with warmth. I was lonely, but who was there? All my actions, you don't seem to care...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113716866240079179?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113716866240079179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113716866240079179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113716866240079179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113716866240079179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113662539457374644</id><published>2006-01-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:16:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been hell of a week for me.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and wednesday was treadmilling time.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday was Will @ TP Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Tan. You were impressive. I really admire you. You have earned my respect, now and forever. 24 hours of hand-pedalling. Sheer will &amp; determination. Congrats on your new Guinness World Record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the sub-comms and GLs who went to help out in the in-processing, out-processing, crowd control and runners. Remember, unleash your willpower, and nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 hours, or was it 12 hours? Saw you in action. Did not talk to you. Blam! 12 hours of opportunities wasted just like that. Though that I have gotten over you... But I was wrong... I still felt like how I was back then, back to last year. Can only blame myself for being such a coward. "Stay out... if u weren't meant to be", was this a hint which I refused to acknowledge? Guess only you know the answer yourself... Telling myself to be contented...tellin myself to move on... But you're still close to my heart... Perhaps avoidance will do both of us good? Or perhaps not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113662539457374644?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113662539457374644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113662539457374644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113662539457374644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113662539457374644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-hell-of-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113448178059731588</id><published>2005-12-13T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:49:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for small jog n' some workouts today. Damn shagged~~ Urghhh~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113448178059731588?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113448178059731588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113448178059731588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113448178059731588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113448178059731588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-for-small-jog-n-some-workouts.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113440979587291359</id><published>2005-12-13T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:49:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cheeks feel more fleshy n meaty. Sahf was rite. I had gained some unwanted weight after I came back from SIP. Gosh, I really do feel very very lost back in the school, The Union. I juz feel like I'm back to Square One. The "old" me is slowly making it's comeback..NO!! I gotta chase this demon away. OLD ME, go away, shoo!~ The urge to socialize, the urge to communicate, the urge to interact with people...come back to papa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparin myself, arming mentally n spiritually for the unacquainted GLs n' Subbys for Terence's OTC 05/06. Gearing myself...with full body medieval armour, n' no, I dun need a double-edged sword known as ego, so tatazz Dark Yaoda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Yaoda, may the force be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113440979587291359?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113440979587291359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113440979587291359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113440979587291359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113440979587291359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-cheeks-feel-more-fleshy-n-meaty.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113428609699318255</id><published>2005-12-11T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:28:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phewzzz.... Heaved a sigh of relief. SIP is finally RIP. At last, it's over. Only been to school for 2 days in the past week, the rest was spent slacking at home or NS Medical Health Screening. Havn't seen alot of familiar faces back in school yet. More to come this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!~ All the work n' no exercise, as well as the super sumptuous mixed rice and super oily vegetarian food at work has made me gained a few kilos. Time to work it out. Must really start losing weight liao. No wonder the mirror also doesn't welcome me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair in a mess, body in uncontrollable chaos, life in complete wreckage (hmm maybe?). Need help. Call 911, but in Singapore, you dial 995 for Civil Defense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113428609699318255?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113428609699318255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113428609699318255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113428609699318255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113428609699318255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/12/phewzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113138163700026187</id><published>2005-11-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:40:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is the service at Post Office always so bad? Twice I've been to that awful place, twice it had to make my day a bad one. The queue is so bloody damn long, but the counters are so pathetically few. What's this man? WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, I went to Cha Can Teng @ Takashimaya. Oh yeah, the service there sucks too! Do they even have product knowledge? They do not even know what they are selling! They come and tell you that item is sold out after you made the order, sit there and wait. And then, after you acknowledged that item is sold out, and proceed to getting the other stuff, they conveniently forgot what you have ordered. This was what happened to me and my friend. He ordered a corn beef toast, and when told it was already sold out, he ordered a steamed custard same as me. However, only one bowl was served. We practically had to ask the waitress to remind her that we ordered 2 steam custard, and not just 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these are black sheeps of the service industry, there exists (thankfully) halo stores/shops that offer good customer service along with expectation-exceeding product knowledge. Therein we may see the bright future of the Service industry of my nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down: 19 more days before SIP ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113138163700026187?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113138163700026187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113138163700026187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113138163700026187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113138163700026187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-is-service-at-post-office-always.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-113095345957151678</id><published>2005-11-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:44:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies/VCDs to recommend:&lt;br /&gt;Qian Bei Bu Zui starring Daniel Wu &amp; Mariam Yang&lt;br /&gt;Tong Meng Qi Yuan starring Andy Lau &amp;amp; Karen Mok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD Albums to recommend:&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou - November's Chopin&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi - Have a Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food to recommend:&lt;br /&gt;A-la Carte Buffet @ Hanabi&lt;br /&gt;Carl's Junior&lt;br /&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks to recommend:&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola with Lime (" put the lime in the coke, you nut")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Yaoda's October instalment of The SuperFunkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......It's been more than a month since my last entry. Hold on, I got a request from my junior. She would like to dedicate the song "Crazy" to all gaga ding-dongs out there. Alright then, this song's for you, the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, knock it off, and back to the show. SIP is draining all vitality and capacity outta me. Just 1 more month to tahan. 1 more month to be at my best. If I'm gonna do anything, than I would givit my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I find more reason and things to tok abt, so long guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw guys...remember to buy Jay Chou's latest album "November's Chopin", I juz got it tonight. I think it rockx! But, I think the D&amp;D Main Comm Rockxx even mOrE!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-113095345957151678?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/113095345957151678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=113095345957151678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113095345957151678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/113095345957151678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/11/moviesvcds-to-recommend-qian-bei-bu.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112783500280569808</id><published>2005-09-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:30:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Shooting Stars juz now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! Have u got a plaster? Cos' I hurt my knees when I fell for u."&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! Hav u got a map? Cos' I feel lost when I look into ur eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my version:&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! I can't see u, Where r u? Don't u know it? Love is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waitin... for u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112783500280569808?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112783500280569808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112783500280569808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112783500280569808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112783500280569808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/09/watched-shooting-stars-juz-now.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112774960797444968</id><published>2005-09-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:46:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously...my SISPEC fren is juz so hung up with SISPEC...Haizz...wad to do??&lt;br /&gt;Life muz go on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112774960797444968?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112774960797444968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112774960797444968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112774960797444968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112774960797444968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/09/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112697089496587477</id><published>2005-09-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T23:28:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 bloggers hav been caught by the police! Well, tt's really none of my concern, hu cares whether they get jailed or fined or watsoever, heck la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did it. I did not procrastinate. I stood up for wat I believed in. I did what I think was the right thing to do. I finally had the courage to face myself. No matter the outcome, I know I felt much more relieved after getting it off my chest. But, I know my limits. Keeping my fingers crossed now... mixed emotions stirring within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun get it. Where r u when I need u the most? Where r u? Anyways, u were never dere for me when I needed u. U r always juz dere to take advantage of me. U r always dere to gain something from me. U r the one hu keeps giving empty promises. U were never appreciative of what I did for u. U were never sincere in thanking me for lending u stuff. Haiz, but wat's the use of complainin? U dun seem to care. R u really my fren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, an occasion for family reunion. After that, SIP awaits......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112697089496587477?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112697089496587477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112697089496587477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112697089496587477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112697089496587477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-bloggers-hav-been-caught-by-police.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112654156000031416</id><published>2005-09-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:12:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my friends!~ Finally, after a gruelling (pun intended) 8 days of mugging (pun intended), the exams are finally over, or I hope so... Havn't been really a nice kid this semester, gotta admit my priorities kept landing me in tight situations whereby there are do-or-die situations. One moment I'm out of the frying pan, the next moment I jump into another, of course not by my own will. They always say actions speak louder than words, but I beg to differ. It's often the thunderous and deafening decisions that shatter the brittle grounds of foundation known as friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta admit I didn't have a good weekend at all the past few days. One of the few times when I realise how helpless I am in such a scene. I could only do nothing but look helplessly with my eyes. Lifeless eyes, focusing on a lifeless object, heading for a lifeless place, and was gone. All the emotions, all the grieve, but I stood there, void of emotions and feelings...what's wrong with me?? I don't think I am that strong, sadness never engulfed me, but was overwhelmed by solemnity, so just continued being solemn, till the end of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP is coming up. SIP launch is next week. Before that, there are things waiting for me to do......&lt;br /&gt;projects reports to be written...things to clear up...words to say...questions to ask...most importantly...is facing myself... facing the real me that I tried to escape from several times back. It's time...brace myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112654156000031416?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112654156000031416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112654156000031416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112654156000031416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112654156000031416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-my-friends-finally-after_13.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112540912841144649</id><published>2005-08-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:38:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic weekend for me. Finally, it's over. Things happened during the weekend. First, &lt;strong&gt;I LOST MY PENCIL CASE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Next, &lt;strong&gt;MY EVENT IS FINALLY OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; N' yes......I've been thinking of "her" whenever I've less things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog recently...so ya...bloggie bloggie...pls await my energetic n' lifely return...2 weeks later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...signin' off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of u......u know hu u r......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112540912841144649?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112540912841144649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112540912841144649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112540912841144649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112540912841144649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-hectic-weekend-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112507904316283537</id><published>2005-08-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:57:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It pays to have more contacts, accumulate more networks, n' know more friends. I have felt very fulfillled and satisfied for the past few days. Yesterday was a foosball showdown with Sahf n' ESC vp. Hahahh...got thrashed all the way. Nope, I wasn't bullied, juz tt luck wasn't on my side. :) Today went to DSC AGM. Retro theme. Their committee members were dressed as close to retro as possible. But, Neo is one big poser. He wear like 70's ah beng, with high-cut leather shoes, tight- buttock squeezin pants, n' a white top. Den he jokingly told me, walk oso mush hav the "sei", even when u'r looking at people, the eye oso muz hav the "sei". Lols, it was so damn interesting as I went up with him n' angel to the lounge to get changed before the AGM. After the DSC AGM, the chairs were cleared, and after refreshments, we went back into the Design Space, which has now been converted into a temporary dance floor. Following, many many retro songs were played...n' we danced, grooved, n' salsa'ed to the rythm n' music. After much dancin n' shaking our butts, we decided to call it a night. That was when the caterer came to keep all the trays n' tumblers, so all the fruit punch+ribeena was dispensed off the tumblers. Having seen so many cups of drinks left, we decided to play "guess the number"... The loser had to eat the cake n' drink a cup of fruit punch. However, as we went on, the stakes were raised. The no. of cups to drink n' the no. of caked to eat increased. After a few games, we bid farewell to the rest, den Jan, Sahf, n' me took the bus home. Hoem Sweet Home :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112507904316283537?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112507904316283537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112507904316283537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112507904316283537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112507904316283537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-pays-to-have-more-contacts.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112481339001176261</id><published>2005-08-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:09:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks when people dun understand. It sucks when they dun accomodate. It sucks when they condemn u. Life just sucks. Or so it seems. I nva really stepped in their shoes and thought for a moment. I nva tried to communicate with them. I nva tried to gather feedback and timely updates from them. I kept using the word "busy" as an excuse. But the truth is really so. It's my commitment, it's my drive, it's my passion. Perhaps that's the way I see things. On the surface, I may look like I have neglected, but inside, I nva really tried to shirk my responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? Can tok to her, I didn't. Could hav pushed my work aside for that one second n' said "Hi". But did I even try? Busy is a fact, but used too many times, it becomes an excuse, a portal, s hortcut, to escape from reality. It hurts when all I can do admist my being busy, is to just look at her n' not do anything. Gosh...I am so so so so so so sad... Sobz~Sobz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've still got lots more to work on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112481339001176261?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112481339001176261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112481339001176261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112481339001176261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112481339001176261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-sucks-when-people-dun-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112430257962640497</id><published>2005-08-18T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:16:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz came back from another TPSU meeting. A meeting to clear things up, a meeting to close the gaps. It's tough being a leader. It's especially tougher being a leader that everyone hates. It's never easy. Friends today, may very well end up being enemies tomorrow. But again, life is not a bed of roses, not all things will always fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-Comm Trg Camp... I'm excited, I'm exhilerated, I'm exuberated!!! Can't believe it!! I'm an FA. I'm the FA for "her" group. "She" is one of the participants, and happens to be under my charge. How cool! How cool! Icebreaker games, break the ice......will I ever be able to break her icy cold walls of defense? My heart beats for no one but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112430257962640497?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112430257962640497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112430257962640497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112430257962640497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112430257962640497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/juz-came-back-from-another-tpsu.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112402774799585290</id><published>2005-08-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:55:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to people hu r born on 13 August!!! I know of a few hu r born on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been closely observing my tagboard recently. The words of encouragement spur me to pursue my goals. Follow not the steps, but my heart. It's not about facing the rejection, but myself. Yeah, yeah......I know that, thanks anyway... But then again...it has happened so many times... I like her so much, but is this for real???~ How can I be so sure that it's for real???~ How do I know if this is not just another fictitious fairytale???~ I have missed the chance to begin a few months back...now tt the opportunity arises, am I gonna let it slip n' wait another few months???~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance aside, I hav other matters to attend to. TPSU. It has become part of my life, it flows in my blood, it thrives in the air that I breathe in, it has become an integrated portion of my soul. coming up next, sub-comm trg camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News! Good News! She's in sub-comm too. Juz hope tt she'll attend the training camp. But it's still up to me. The final decision lies with me. Am I gonna juggle both responsibilities and interests at the same time?? Or am I gonna juz sit dere, do nothing, pretend nothing n' carry on with my roles and responsibilities?? Will this take the toll on me?? Or will this be the flame that drives me to go the extra mile?? Only that day will tell. But, one thing is certain......if I were to do anything...time is not on my side...it is a luxury which I dun hav.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112402774799585290?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112402774799585290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112402774799585290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112402774799585290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112402774799585290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-people-hu-r-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112377499418287302</id><published>2005-08-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:43:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a times...my classmates ask me, why do I take TPSU so seriously??&lt;br /&gt;I would tell them...it's not about the SEAL points, it's not about the people, it's not about fame and fortune...it's about the PASSION. Truth is...I fought so hard to get in...n' no way am I gonna sit thru' dere like a log n' let the whole FY pass by. No way hoze!~ I dun wanna disappoint the committee, I dun wanna disappoint Sahf, all the more I dun wanna disappoint myself. That's right, I can never face my real self if I do not put in as much effort as I promised to the committee right in the first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have never changed, if not for joinin TPSU last year as a sub-comm. I was known as ..., ..., ... People gave me the very "hurtful" look. It was very bad, very bad. But hey, if not for the Union...I wouldn't have changed into the better me. I juz wanna return the favour...cos' I know, n' I could see from the freshies n' sub-comm applicants, there are many who resemble the ex-yaoming. I could see the old me in them, I could feel the obstracizing n' outcasting that they are facin'. I see it as my job and duty to guide them, to nurture them, n' teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know I hve changed for the better, but not good enough. At least some poeple have changed their perception of me, cos' I smile more, n' I interact more than before. A plea for justice though, I am really, really a sincere, kind, n' friendly person... But I shy la......that's something that's stoppin me frm being more approachable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112377499418287302?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112377499418287302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112377499418287302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112377499418287302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112377499418287302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112350479631476360</id><published>2005-08-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:39:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dun think dere will ever be a step 2... It's juz not gonna happen... Impossible... Unless I am prepared to bear the rejection, insult, n' hurt tt's coming my way... Until then, things will be as it is... my efforts all went down the drain...flushed to the sewage...discharged to the sea... It's sad, discouraging, demoralizing, n' not motivating at all... But tt's juz life...It's the way of life... Not everything will go my way... Not forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again... if I can mentally and emotionally prepare myself for it... I am willing to take on this challenge... Even if it's gonna be a one-way no-return thinggie... I juz gonna work hard for it... I am hesitant...what can I do?? First thing first...change, chage, change,... gotta change the way I tok to pple, gotta change the way I potray myself in front of others...gotta rectify the way I interact with pple... People, people, people, it's all about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I ever be so sure that she is really who I want to be with? How can I be so sure of that? Only time will tell...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advices please, my frens...~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112350479631476360?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112350479631476360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112350479631476360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112350479631476360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112350479631476360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dun-think-dere-will-ever-be-step-2.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112317600437535535</id><published>2005-08-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:20:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm no different from a Cirque De So Le performer, in that I have to juggle studies, school, projects, SU n' my personal life. I'm a very busy person. I have little time to blog. So, I'll just keep it short and simple......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Aug was a special day for me. This was my very first step. The planning was long, the preparation longer. However, the execution was short, not enough time for me to truly be myself. I can't believe my legs were trembling as soon as I got the job done!~ I mean.. I have felt my heartbeat thumping incredibly faster before.. but to have both legs trembling, this was the very first time actually!~ A new photo for my keepsake, hurray!~Ironically, the hints I needed for gift ideas was always right in front of me, so it's true that human tend to pay attention to what's ahead than what's actually smiling at them right in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I have made my first move...how about step 2???~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ESC AGM. Had a small chat with Terence n' Sahf after the refreshments. Discussed abt life, commitments n' jokes. Then while waiting at the bus stop, heard some words of advice from Sahf himself. "Eccentric, weird, strange", everyone's said the same thing to me before, n' I keep hearing it repetitively, coz' I juz won't change. Am I really such a status quo kinda person??~ "Formal introduction is not always the best way, perhaps u could try to just interrupt n' joke ard." Honesty, shows more sincerity, rather than trying to pretend to hook up with others. Frankly speaking, I feel it's more of the 3Hs--Honesty, Humility, Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I have made my first move...how about step 2???~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long must I wait before I am ready to commence on step 2???~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much more sorrow, agony and silence must I endure before I get to know the answer???~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112317600437535535?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112317600437535535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112317600437535535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112317600437535535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112317600437535535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-no-different-from-cirque-de-so-le.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112251087035441854</id><published>2005-07-28T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:34:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah!~&lt;br /&gt;Wad a day!!~&lt;br /&gt;We were short of manpower, with peeps comin in grps of 4-5 for TPSU sub-comm interviews. Never did we expect our candidates to ask us this question "describe urself in 10 words". Holy cows!!~ that was damn unexpected. We've had peeps frm AS, ENG, n' BUS. Most of them come frm Business. Go Business Go! You Go! We Go! Lols!~ It seems Social is a hot favourite, cos' most, if not all of them, chose to join Social department should they get into the sub-comm. Admin is dyin...tolong...tolong...tasuketekudasai!!~ jiu ming ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing goes without sayin... Terence n' I make a good team :) Good is juz the beginning, strive for excellence. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112251087035441854?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112251087035441854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112251087035441854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112251087035441854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112251087035441854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/woah-wad-day-we-were-short-of-manpower.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112240072185969189</id><published>2005-07-27T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:58:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A leader is a cut above the rest, in the sense that he rises up above all politics and favouritisms. A good leader is someone who drinks coffee n' goes to the movies with his friends, yet is able to differentiate friendship from responsibilities. He can hang out and joke around with his subordinates, but when it comes to appraisal, he is able to be impartial. There is no such thing as the chairperson is the good guy, while the vice-chairperson is a bad guy, or vise versa. THEY are either good or bad. The commitee should have a common objective to work towards, and not let previous bad blood jeopardise the success of the project. Remember the pressure a leader has to bear, it's not just one pair of eyes observing, multiple pairs of eyes are looking at you under the microscope as if u'r a biological specimen at one time. Keep the doors open, never ever burn the bridge. Fate has the prank nature to play tricks on us, we'r most likely to cross paths with people we hate to the core some point in our lives. The reality is harsh, learn it the hard way. Once you know your way around things , it's easy to play the game by the name of office politics. Lastly, if u can't beat them, join them. Turn urself from a sore-eye position to a blue-eye position. Make friends with the inner circle, instead of feeling helpless being not the apple of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just let their emotions take the better of them. Some people are just not mature enough to think in the propects of long-term working relationships. Some people just don't know how to let go. Some people just don't know when to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm alrite, coz I know I hav my bloggie as my channel of venting frustrations n' displeasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112240072185969189?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112240072185969189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112240072185969189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112240072185969189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112240072185969189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/leader-is-cut-above-rest-in-sense-that.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112213392975356260</id><published>2005-07-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:52:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No one is perfect. We are not like professionals. You cannot expect everyone to hit ur standards. If u still wanna continue being an perfectionist assh*le, den so be it. I mean, everybody has their own flaws, we r not saints. If u'r holy, den good. BUT, please dun try to Play God, it's detrimental to ur health. Pay more attention to ur surroundings, trust ur own judgment, n' try not to be influenced by others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above message goes out once again to T01 Diploma in Business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I went to Queensway today, yay!~ However, the shopowner juz had to make my day bad. I waited for so long for an assistant to tend to me, instead my efforts were in vain. They can tell me they'r busy, when they'r actually bitchin' ard themselves, screw them lah!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to IKEA. OMG!~ isn't that Weisheng I saw at the IKEA Cafe?? Saw them last week at orchard road body shop near Scotts, this week same day saw them at IKEA Cafe. Even coincidental was that by chance, they were sitted right beside my n' my fren!~ Iyo~ they even tell me not to stalk them some more!~ It was funny, hahahha :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Flesh Imp @ Plaza Sing'. Their service was good, I tot I wasn't allowed to try fitting the on discount t-shirts, but I was wrong. So I happily chose two from the discount racks, tried for size fit n' happily paid for what was worth the money. Next up, can't believe I did grocery shoppin at Carrefour Plaza Sing... sampled the cod liver paste. Damn sia~ they taste was aweful n' it lingered in my mouth, so much so tt I had to rinse my mouth with water...thank heavens the supermarket had those water stations around, if not...... :(:( In the end, I bought a light cheese cake n' cherry tomatoes home for snacks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112213392975356260?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112213392975356260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112213392975356260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112213392975356260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112213392975356260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-one-is-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112204172729931339</id><published>2005-07-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:15:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I'm ever gonna let off steam n' blow my top, u would have seen the worse of me, u oso would hav seen the last of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is not a threat, it's just a simple warning. Learn to read my face, if I ain't usual on that day, better not come piss me off. You'd know when I'm havin a bad day, by knowing my expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clench my fist, grit my teeth, stamp my feet......signs tellin u to shoo, or else incur my wrath. What you see is what u get. U respect my mood, I'll respect ur temperaments too. If u'r smart n' know better than to make my day worse, u'r lucky, if not, den better be prepared for who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am serious in this blog entry. Perhaps I sounded too serious, but for the good of all, this is just a kind gesture of reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above message goes out to T01 Diploma in Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a more lighter mood, lemme tok abit on my trip to NYP yesterday. I stared in awe as I was greeted by the magnificent view of the water fountain the moment I walked through the school gates. I was amazed at their concourse/lobby whatever. The site was just so stunning and impactful. The canteen was so different. They had a scanner and the sides of the canteen were fenced, to prevent the invasion of the birds I guess. Their SAA office was so spacious, much bigger than our school's. Each SAO had their individual rooms for student consultancy. A pity was that I couldn't reveal my identity as I was there on the behalf of another constituent, and therefore we were told not to reveal our student identity. If not, I would have went to their SU n' introduce myself oredi. Well, dere's a reason behind everything, and a time and place for everything...I believe I will get a chance to revisit NYP, hopefully on official business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a financially unstable week for me, due to the many avenues for me to spent my dollars and cents on. I'm glad that everything was worth the effort. Even though I know myself that it's impossible, but I'm still contented with the consequences of my actions. At least the present was appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even lighter note, congratulations to Derrick n' Kelly for winning the revival round and getting into the semi-finals of the Channel U's Project Superstar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112204172729931339?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112204172729931339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112204172729931339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112204172729931339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112204172729931339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-im-ever-gonna-let-off-steam-n-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112170603745562272</id><published>2005-07-19T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:00:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kelly Services. I'm lovin It!~ Nonono, this is not MacDonalds!~ I'm tokkin abt Kelly Services Career Centre!~ Today's attachement session has been nothing but fruitful. I made sales calls. Dude, I actually made sales calls!~ Can't believe it man, I really did call out to other companies to ask if they had any staffing needs!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm~ 2 important birthdays coming up. 20 July &amp; 3 Aug. Perhaps I should really show some gestures of my gentlemanhood?? Saying it is one thing, doing it is another. Procrastination...it's a abd habit of mine. It's either grab or slip. The decision is mine to make, not anyone else's. Hmmm~ we shall see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!~ It's less than 24 hours to 20 July. My brains, please think faster, I need to act fast, I don't have the luxury of time!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112170603745562272?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112170603745562272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112170603745562272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112170603745562272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112170603745562272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/kelly-services.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112161051511197728</id><published>2005-07-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:30:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What I gotta do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I gotta do to be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I gotta do when lightning strikes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry seems to be the hardest word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's sad so sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a sad sad situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's getting more and more absurd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's sad so sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't we talk it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry seems to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry seems to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry seems to be the hardest word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry seems to be the hardest word"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Blue feat. Elton John&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why I'm loathed so much. I can also see that I have limited attention span. Take today for example, I got annoyed pretty soon after shopping for 1 hour, cos' I find that we're shopping for the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also see that there are very few people capable to making me blow my top at them. It happens to be someone I know very well, and vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom!~ There goes my term break!~ 7 days gone in a whiff!~ Nothing done, tasks incompleted, duties unfulfilled, promises not kept...many many regrets. But as far as I'm concerned, life must go on. He who rides the tides controls the time. I shall manage my own time, for better or for worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112161051511197728?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112161051511197728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112161051511197728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112161051511197728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112161051511197728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-i-gotta-do-to-make-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112143867389258068</id><published>2005-07-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:44:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a yellow care bear in sch today!~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was wearing the yellow biz-orientation 2005 t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;She was doing her project in sch.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her again after school.&lt;br /&gt;She waved goodbye at me when she was about to leave the school.&lt;br /&gt;Take Care Yellow care bear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......saw "heR" today, during graduation ceremony, she was helping out in the ushering too, what a surprise. I could almost burst into tears when I saw her, tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr......Angry......with myself, for not taking any actions. Isit really so hard to strike up a conversation?? Regretting, for being such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed..depressed..depressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw hanwooOOooOOiii today, he came back for graduation. omg!~ he looked machiam he was just released from prison :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112143867389258068?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112143867389258068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112143867389258068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112143867389258068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112143867389258068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-saw-yellow-care-bear-in-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112127104022300023</id><published>2005-07-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:10:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be too free to post an entry here. Anywayzzz... it's ironic that the first time I part with my phone would oso be the last time I see my phone. It's even stranger when the phone was lost after it left me within 24 hour. It's even bizarre that it was found back again within the next 24 hours. Detective story...hmm...maybe...but this time, sorry u'r wrong, it's just that my dad misplaced the phone n' his fren took it home for him. Drunkards, wat u'd expect??!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked to see u where I never expected to find u at. I was even more surprised that you were not alone. I was extremely delighted when I received a msg frm u!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit I am ezily distracted, &amp; I confess that I hate such feelings of distraction when I'm supposed to be concentrating on something else, something else that was at that moment. The slightest thought of u distracts me from functioning as normal. Even while watching tv, that role in the show reminds me of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let u know?? Should I not?? Must I always fail in what I do?? Must I let nature take its course??......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Only time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112127104022300023?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112127104022300023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112127104022300023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112127104022300023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112127104022300023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-must-be-too-free-to-post-entry-here.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-112110171734148083</id><published>2005-07-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:08:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told to blog abt today, n' so... here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I really enjoyed the springcleanin this afternoon. Wei Sen, Victor, Terence n' me were tasked with clearing the cupboards near the exco room stairsteps. We really had to crawl in to rummage the gargantuan amount of boxes n' carry them out, sort them accordingly n' reallocate space for them in the same cupboard. Surprisingly......the cupboards were cleaner den I expected, there were no cobwebs, no lizards' droppings, no roaches, no rats. Just that it was rather dusty. Wei Sen couldn't stand the dust, so much so that he had to cover his face with his shirt when we asked him to crawl in. Lol!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ard 6:50pm we began starting the fire for the main event for the day: The TPSU Ex-com BBQ!!~ I must say that once again Sahf impressed me with his systematic way of burning the charcoal, despite making his hands a mess. While doing so, Ah Guang joined us after he end his work in SIP. We were told that Andrew would be rather late, so we began the bbq thingie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody for doing the springcleaning, the "cleaned" SU lounge was really a spectacle to marvel at.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wei Sen n' Linggie for the bbq food n' stuff&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kazumi for the fried rice&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Victor &amp; Sahf for the many racist jokes, including "the well" story, n' the God "shave" me story, all were amusing n' entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wanna vent out is that some peeps juz kept destroyin the mood when Sahf was trying to tell us the "Sakura" ghost story. Iyozzz people, dun anyhow laugh la...n' Victor's "serious" expression was rather a novelty to us...hehe~~ Lastly, we ended the bbq with a so-called "class-photo" taking session. Posers we were, lamers we were, jokers we were, all for the sake of gettin caught in the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I afraid to show......?? Not my style? Dun wanna get mugged? Selfish? Guys, it's really just a matter of how well do u all think u know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-112110171734148083?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/112110171734148083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=112110171734148083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112110171734148083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/112110171734148083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-told-to-blog-abt-today-n-so.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111988633673399957</id><published>2005-06-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:32:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freedom, here I come. At last, I'm free. Free from my assignments, at least for the time being. Been focusing on my HR project, even more on CEM, so much so that I have neglected my other subjects. Gosh!~ Mid-Sem next week, now still havn't buy my MA textbook. Die liao~Die liao~ Fret not, I shall goto TP bookshop n' purchase the book tomorrow, provided I dun forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahf is enthu, he really is. He might be the next wave of revolution to the union. He has magnificent ideas. He comes up with GREAT plans for the union. He is someone whom I admire as he &lt;strong&gt;LEADS BY EXAMPLE&lt;/strong&gt; n' &lt;strong&gt;SERVES WITH PASSION&lt;/strong&gt;. He is clearly aware that &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT IS NOT DESIRED BUT EARNED FROM OTHERS. &lt;/strong&gt;He just happens to shine that much much more compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor is corny, he really is. He could come up with a lame reason as to why guys have bald spots at the top of their heads (answer: revenehw yeht evah live sthguoht, eht legna lliw kconk meht no rieht sdaeh). His quote of the day "&lt;strong&gt;No Target. No Motivation&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Neo is cranky, he really is. During our meeting yesterday, he never failed to slot the "&lt;strong&gt;Do you think I look like Alvin?&lt;/strong&gt;" thingie into the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;strong&gt;TPSU&lt;/strong&gt; is truly, deeply, madly a &lt;strong&gt;BIG FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;. hMmMmm...perhaps I should start finding my papas &amp; mamas in the committee, or my korkors &amp;amp; zehzehs in the committee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111988633673399957?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111988633673399957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111988633673399957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111988633673399957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111988633673399957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/freedom-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111981029765024168</id><published>2005-06-27T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:24:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come 1st August 2005, I will be appointed as the Assistant Honourary General Secretary for the TPSU Executive Committee of AY2005/2006. This post didn't come easy. This was a result of my relentless efforts in campaigning, going all out on my A3 n' A0 size posters. This was a result of the hardwork that I put in to show my determination to get into the committee. The past failure proved to have no detrimental effects in my future pursues. As someone once said "Failure is not about falling down. Staying down makes you a failure." Evidently, it's not about falling down, but it's about how you managed to get up after the fall that matters. The previous defeat only made me stronger and tougher, not weaker. However, this growth and maturity does not apply somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can never be any gains, if there are no losses. You win some, you lose some. No pain, No gain. Karma. Retribution. A cycle. You can never have the best of both worlds. You cannot have the icing on the cake and eat it. There is no such thing as "kill 2 birds, n' yet get to keep the stone". There are signs that I exchanged this TPSU Exco13th member position with many things I treasure, obviously not of a materialistic nature. I have had to go through the pain of losing something, something so dear, so treasured, so precious, so important, so significant. In order to achieve what I have now, I had to set my priorities. However, when my priorities were set, looking back, what's gone is history, what's happened cannot be undone. There is no turning back. It's just plain hard to describe in words, the feeling of getting ready the money to buy a car, only to find out that the car is already under someone else's possession. So near...yet so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111981029765024168?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111981029765024168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111981029765024168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111981029765024168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111981029765024168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-1st-august-2005-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902782398686677</id><published>2005-06-18T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:03:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to include posters at ITAS sch as well... but they all got taken down before I could snap pics of them in action. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...here's a breakdown of what I did for my campaigning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A0 posters 50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A3 coloured posters25 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flyers 1280 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my friends who supported me with their votes, I wish to extend my lengthiest thanks to you guys. You people helped make the difference!!!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902782398686677?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902782398686677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902782398686677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902782398686677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902782398686677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanted-to-include-posters-at-itas_18.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902772347938192</id><published>2005-06-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:02:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS lift area 3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902772347938192?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902772347938192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902772347938192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902772347938192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902772347938192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-lift-area-3.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902771092179379</id><published>2005-06-18T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:01:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS lift area2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902771092179379?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902771092179379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902771092179379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902771092179379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902771092179379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-lift-area2.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902733811257665</id><published>2005-06-18T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:55:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter Cafe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902733811257665?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902733811257665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902733811257665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902733811257665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902733811257665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/jupiter-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902730257740719</id><published>2005-06-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:55:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS4&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902730257740719?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902730257740719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902730257740719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902730257740719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902730257740719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus4.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902728196919405</id><published>2005-06-18T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:54:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902728196919405?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902728196919405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902728196919405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902728196919405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902728196919405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus2.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463989.post-111902725260889858</id><published>2005-06-18T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:54:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/1024/Elections%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/1311/400/Elections%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DES3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7463989-111902725260889858?l=et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/feeds/111902725260889858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7463989&amp;postID=111902725260889858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902725260889858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7463989/posts/default/111902725260889858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://et3rnalfoolz.blogspot.com/2005/06/des3.html' title=''/><author><name>marshmellow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03266277665143312806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
