<?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-6848525</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:32:50.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path That Is Called......LIFE!</title><subtitle type='html'>The journey of life, is to understand oneself... And one will only understand oneself just before we die...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-5002472244856531658</id><published>2007-03-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:36:52.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone... yes i'm still alive and kicking... some of you guys thought you ot rid of me already right? hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it's been a really long time since i've been back here, and there's a really good reason for that... er... it kinda escapes me right now, but I know I'll remember it sooner or later... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back in Sinapore already, and this time it's for good! Yes, I'm a graduate nurse and I'm starting work in Singapore really soon... or so I hope... Graduation was a blast... Two weeks before graduation, my Hunny Bee came down to spend two weeks uninterrupted by anyone with me. She lived with me for two weeks and I must say, it was fun fun fun... Then after the two weeks, my whole family joined us and we all celebrated my graduating from university... Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we all headed back home to Singapore, all on different flights, on different days... SO fun... Came home and went straight into choir practises for Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve... I'm so glad I didn't miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I know this is kinda abrpt, but I'm falling asleep at the computer already so I'm going to sign off here... till next update... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-5002472244856531658?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/5002472244856531658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/5002472244856531658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-115339984302830071</id><published>2006-07-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:50:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore My Home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore for the past 19 days... And I'm going back to Brisbane tomorrow... Why so fast? Well, school... that's why... sigh... I really would like to stay longer, but I just can't... I guess it's really only 'hit' me that I'm going back tomorrow... I'm just lost at home, walking around aimlessly without a clue about what I should be doing. I guess everyone around me can see that and has kinda left me by myself so as not to stress me out more than I'm already feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone around me... My family and friends, and those who has made an impact in my life no matter big or small... You guys make life worth living... My next post will be me back in Brisbane... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, sorry to all those that I didn't have time to meet up with.. I'll come back and hang out with you all... I treasure you guys alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows Flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QF 72 Flying off at 0905 hrs reaching Perth at 1430 hrs... then...&lt;br /&gt;QF 652 Flying off at 2330 hrs reaching Brisbane at 0540 hrs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-115339984302830071?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115339984302830071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115339984302830071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-my-home.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-115339824011986583</id><published>2006-06-26T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:24:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday.... YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Exams are over and I'm heading back to Singapore... Gonna have such a blast back home... Really miss home... So here I go... flying off back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-115339824011986583?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115339824011986583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115339824011986583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-115009493051984141</id><published>2006-06-12T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:48:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemplations....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... It's Exam week... yes and I'm blogging... My exams start on the 17th... so don't worry. Have been having a lot of time to think these past few days... Reflected on the past few months, the good times and the bad... and the up-coming tragedies of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a rollercoaster of emotions this few months... For those whom I've been bitching to, you know how busy I was with all the Uni related stuff I had to do, all the frustrations, and all the anger... And then, all of a sudden, things that I've been preparing for has turned 180 degrees... So all those plans had to be thrown out the window and new ones had to be made. Yes, adaptation to situation, thank god I'm good at that, but a new set of frustrations have set in and now I find myself wondering if I've been making the right decisions... sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/862/392/320/sf20060606.png" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only it was so easy to receive salvation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who'e been giving me the support I needed, thanks... I really cherish all of you... Even all those who've come and gone in my life, those short times we've spent together have more or less helped me discover things about myself... Someday, we'll meet again... the world is a small place... But for now, those who are currently in my life are most important to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... seems like I'm rambeling.. I think it's stress from the exam period and the fact that I'm like a hermit... In my room all day, will only venture out to 'forage' (cook) for food...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AIYAH!!! SIAN AH!!! *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-115009493051984141?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115009493051984141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/115009493051984141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/06/contemplations.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-114960898485470430</id><published>2006-06-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:49:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE : The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen off Lindsay... sorry my little sam seng girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cigarettes - Fort Minor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world sees me as something which I'm not... not real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Must Have Been Love - Roxette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a life full of love only noticed after it's been lost... Quite sad... I don't wanna live anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy To The World (Rock Version) - Instrumental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rocking joy to have around? I hope so... &lt;-- (Need affirmation here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Other Time - LFO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Lat!! Every other time? So... I'll be desired when it's totally the wrong time... bleaghz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lean On Me - Rockapellas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withsupport from those around me I'll be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come As You Are - Nirvana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real!! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unwanted - Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd either have lots of unwanted children, or I'll have children who'll shut me out of their lives... Both also very bad... Im sadden by this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hype - Fort Minor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live my life with a good beat?! Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith Of The Heart - Russell Watson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be remembered as a person on a journey, following my heart till the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Let The Cows Out - The Waking Crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! IT CAN'T BE!! How does one dance to a parody song?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I think is my current theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till I Hear It From You - Gin Blossoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled out, not taking bad advice and just living life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does everyone think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrate Our Love - Alice Deejay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together my friends and I will celebrate the love we have for each other... COOL BANANAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Such Thing - John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... It portrays me as someone who wanted to live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of men / women do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;100 Years - Five For Fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Women who commit and cherish the time spent together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dangerous - Roxette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary sia!!! Dangerous women all around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-114960898485470430?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114960898485470430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114960898485470430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-musical-stolen-off-lindsay.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-114951702187235082</id><published>2006-06-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:17:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the....?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's like June already... In the blink of an eye, it's freaking mid-year... ok... I'm officially freaked... somehow... ya... Wah lau eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional rollercoaster this semester... The huge issue is that I'm gonna stay here another semster... Looks like I'll be graduating a little later... Not so smart lah... what to do? Ok... lets do this update by months, otherwise this entry is gonna be quite long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened... Had the usual meeting with Uncle Martin and Auntie Christine, UQ &amp; QUT. Attended a "&lt;em&gt;Tribute Concert to the Eagles&lt;/em&gt;"... Awesome show!! Although, there was no way... I MEAN NO WAY!!! I was gonna dance to any of their songs... I mean how to? You go listen to the Eagles and tell me how you gonna dance to them? I tell you it's damn difficult... But I saw that the 'Aunties' were not having ANY trouble dancing to the songs... quite farney! One lady was doing &lt;strong&gt;AEROBICS&lt;/strong&gt; on the dance floor... a few were doing the twist? I mean like HUH?! Ya I know!! Weird!! And another group was doing line dancing... which was pretty ok I guess, 'cept for all those miss steps... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week was the "Welcome Dinner For Singaporean Students". Had it at Singapura In Milton... The only place in Brisbane where you can get REAL singaporean tasting dishes... With REAL (HOT) chilli, and sambal... ehehe I have a very weird role in the SSA (Singapore Student Association). The SSA for Griffith is in Gold Coast and there is no SSA for Griffith Nathan and Southbank, so I'm kinda part of them, but kinda not also... I'm also a committee member, but not cause I have no club... I know it's confusing... but all I know is I've been absorbed into the SSA from UQ... haha farney sia... But what to do, I'm from "&lt;em&gt;THE OTHER UNI&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singclub Bowling League&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"... Started at 10.30am, I woke up at 11am... heheh It was the weather lah... really.. It was a particularly cold night so I was trapped under my warm duna... heheh It was pretty ok lah... Got to the bowling ally and was mostly a spectator. It was just good getting out of the flat... Was going crazy with the lack of 'outside stimulations'. I kinda know that I'll slowly go crazy if I don't have human contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much quiet in April except for the few activities I went for... I missed the SSA Dance Party cause I was in a mood where I just wanted to be left alone and just wanted to stay in my room all day... Yes I know very different from the above paragraph... hheehe Then I got a call to be one of the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poster Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" for Griffith College Accommadations... Wow!! My face on the Griffith Accommadation Booklet!! Had alot of fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that Good Friday this year was sad... I didn't get to spend it with G2... *sob* I missed Easter Vigil with G2 also... somehow in a way missing all these 'events' kinda makes me like an outcast... I starting to feel like someone trapped behind a glass wall and the other side is G2 having fun together and all I can do is watch, and as time passes, the wall gets thicker and thcker and I get further and further away from this group of people whom I've grown to call my 'other' family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend that followed, was me attending the "&lt;em&gt;TRIBUTE TO ABBA&lt;/em&gt;" concert, called, "Dancing Queen". Now dancing to Abba, I have no problem doing... It was a pretty fun concert and it was kinda weird also... I was the ONLY guy of the 'young' table, which consisted of all Singaporean Students... The girls at the table only got up to dance only when I did... It was weird, cause if you wanna dance, go and dance, don't wait for someone else to go first... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the Easter Sunday and the Easter Party at Uncle Martin's place... Heheh Had Mee Siam... yay!! Nice... and chocolate easter eggs... It was a good time to have fun and chat with everyone and catch up... That evening, I flew to Sydney to visit my sister... YAY!!! It was the spur of the moment thing, where I made the decision and bought the tickets all in the span of 30 mins... fast right... ehehe I spent 4 days in Sydney where my sister and I had loads of fun and I got a glimsp of the Uni planned to go to but due to th cost of it, I had to settle for something else... Usyd is an awesome place... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Brisbane and then had a phone celebration with my hunny bee... Our 1st anniversary... wow 1 year together already... heheh Then a few days later I turned 24!! Happy Birthday to me!! 27th April 2006, 5.47am... But I spent the day in my room studying... The next day I had a Mid-sem exam... hahaah sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really quiet month... Went Rock climbing with SSA QUT... It rocked!! ehhee *pun intended* Now that day I went rock climbing, I had to meet Bernard for mass at 8am. The problem was that the bus stop at Griffith, only started at 8.30am... SO... I had to walk to the next bus stop which was supposed to be 2 km away... I thought ok lah... 2 km... I've walked longer.... Army 'Ex Longwalk' wah piang... 69km...  Anyways, on my walk to the bus stop I got lost and suddenly found myself in the bush... I really got lost sia... I walked like for 3 km in the bush and ound myself back to where I started... so what did I do next? I walked on the road and dodged cars to teh busstop... yes yes... sad I know... Now I hooked o rock climbing.... heheh I gotta get my own shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch X-men 3 with the QUT peeps also... In a way I was disappointed, but it was a different storyline to start with right? I mean I'm a geek when it comes to stuff like these cause I grew up liking Startrek &lt;em&gt;(yes William Shatner is cool!!)&lt;/em&gt;, Starwars, Macgyver, Get Smart, Indiana Jones, Startrek: The Next Generation, Voyager &lt;em&gt;(7 of 9... YUM!!)&lt;/em&gt; Original X-men, etc... I know I know... typical geek... ok fine... whatever... I'm a true fan and the movie just killed off the main characters like they were just minimal sub-characters... sigh... disappointed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-114951702187235082?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114951702187235082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114951702187235082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/06/what.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-114667732225899042</id><published>2006-04-20T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:28:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHUNG MING: THE LEGEND CONTINUES....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flight to Brisbane was a rough one... Although I had one of the best seats around, next to me was one of the worse kinds of passangers... Grrr... So annoyed... It was the fat, sweaty guy from China (no offence, not trying to be racist...) and he copied everything I was doing... plus he leaned against me on the flight while he fell asleep... &lt;strong&gt;WHAT? DO I LOOK LIKE A PILLOW TO YOU??!!&lt;/strong&gt; Grr... such an experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Brisbane safely and made my way to school by public transport... It was a sweltering 27 degrees and no clouds in the sky... I lugged my baggage to school and got my accomadations settled... Didn't seem like anyone was around so I just went about getting my stuff in order... I then realised that I didn't have any food so, I made my way to Garden City Mall with Lexi, my housemate, to get groceries... I spent $100+ just on essential stuff which depressed me a bit... Went back to my flat, unloaded my stuff and then when everything that could be in order was in order, I proceeded to feel the effects of jetlag... It hit me so hard, it wasn't pretty... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I felt much better, so I set out to get my stuff in order... I remade broken ties with those around and then started to really settle in and get to know my flatmates... I have 6 people, including me, sharing the flat... 1 Common Kitchen, Bathroom and Living Room, and 6 individual rooms. The people sharing the flat with me are Ben(Science), Kristy(Law), Rodney(Commerce), Lexi(Science) and Ally(Theater Studies)... I love my flatmates, they're a great bunch of people that support each other and are there for one another in times of frustrations... We have had so many bitch sessions in the corridor, it really quite amusing... Everyone would just be standing in their own doorway and throwing out bitchy comments about the said topic(someone/something) and after a good laugh, we'd just turn and head into out individual rooms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit about my flatmates... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, used to be in the army here in Australia... He's currently studying science and is a very vocal person when it comes to topics where he has strong views about. He's the resident drinker of the flat and partys in the city with friends... His favourite studying area is the Uni Pub... A regular party animal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a first year Law student is the flat's Bread Monster... She absolutely loves bread, but has told us that she needs to watch her daily bread intake... She was a little quiet at first, but as time passed and she became more comfortable with us, she's become more vocal with her views. She has travelled around Europe a few times and loves Italy to death. She usually spends her weekends at home, appearing back in the flat when school starts again on Mondays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a first year Commerce student is from Zimbabwe, but speak like an African American from the Ghettos... He's a big time hiphop rap star back in Zim, where his albums usually top the charts weekly without fail. He has a way with the ladies, always charming them with random sweet comments about them. A regular playa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lexi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the other Science student in the flat is the loudest girl you'd ever meet. Her laugh can be heard clearly from 50 m away. She's the resident gummy bear, bouncing around the flat bringing sunshine to the gloomy cloudy days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the 'mother' of the flat. She's doing theater studies and is in love with her scooter. She has an amazing angelic voice which she's a little shy about. She's always in musicals performed at the Queensland Performing Arts College &lt;strong&gt;(QPAC)&lt;/strong&gt;. You will usually know when she's around when you hear her practise her songs. A junkie when it comes to travelling, you'd see her, more often than not, with a travel magazine plannig her next trip around the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-114667732225899042?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114667732225899042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114667732225899042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/04/chung-ming-legend-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-114667478797685382</id><published>2006-02-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:30:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 2005 - Feburary 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies!! Hello!! I'm alive!!! I'm not dead... yet.... hahaha Well, yes, it's been such a long over due wait for yours truely to blog again. I have to be honest... &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE BEEN LAZY!!! YES!! YOU READ CORRECTLY!!! L!A!Z!Y!!&lt;/strong&gt; Almost 9 months have passed... Yes... enough time for a baby to develop and be born to the world... Enough with the sarcastic thoughts k? &lt;-- (You guys can't fool me saying that you REALLY didn't have any of those thoughts... CONFESSION!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, my first sem went by with fun filled activities, however towards the end of semester, the activities dramatically died down and I was more of less always in my room trying hard to fight the solitude. I came back to Singapore in early November to the delight of many and soon found myself back in the arms of loved ones and back singing in the choir. Funny thing, or maybe it's a sad thing, that many didn't even realise that I was gone... They just figured that I had no time to come to sing for choir. Oh well, the kinship I felt in the choir really disappeared faster than I'd like to believe it would... Maybe it's a sign for me to move on away from the choir... Have I outgrown singing with GII? I really hope not... At home, I realised that it had become quite a crowded place... Before I even realised, or wanted to realise, there wasn't like 3 adults and 2 adolesent teenagers anymore... It was more like 5 adults sharing the same home. It is very cosy, but there are times when there is lack of personal space... It's all good though... I began hanging out with my Hunny Bee and before I knew it, I was roped into working with her. Carolling Angels singing 2 weeks before Christmas till Christmas Eve... Sounds pretty alright, till I found that it was only 3 strong and we were to go from mall to mall singing Christmas Carols of the non-religious nature. We were so restricted with our song list, that we started singing random songs just for the sake of it... Tiring at first, but soon it turned out to be quite fun and enjoyable. Just don't think about people recognising you while you're performing otherwise you'll just freak out. In costume, Hunny Bee and I looked like certain local celebrities which made our job pretty nerve wrecking... Everywhere we went there were paparazzi styled photos being taken of us... &lt;em&gt;&gt;shudder&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a huge learning experience, however, I was pretty sad to realise that Singaporean Chinese in their 40s and Singaporean Malay teenagers who didn't understand the concept of Christmas or public performance gave us dirty looks and looks of disgust while we were performing... Young mothers, who's children were about lower primary school age, were showing their children how to pull the feathers off the my wings. (dunno why they left the girls alone and targeted me... The lone male Angel being abused by mortals... *sob* *sob*) Don't they realise that they shouldn't be doing these sorts of things... It's basic moral education &lt;em&gt;(Hao Gong Ming.. I think?)&lt;/em&gt; and decorum. If you don't wanna listen to us sing, just move along and &lt;strong&gt;DON'T PULL MY FEATHERS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; sigh ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a happier note, I spent my first Christmas with my Hunny Bee... I love her so much... After our last performance on Christmas Eve, she came home with me and joined me in a Christmas Dinner at my Grandmothers place... After which, I took her to experience Christmas the way I experience it all the time... Midnight Mass and then after party till the morning comes... The Carolling session by the 'combined choir' was... how do I put it gently... hurtful to ones ears... not the way I wanted my Hunny Bee to hear... but Mass was pretty alright according to her. The after party didn't really go as I hoped, casue I think we were both very tired and we really needed to sleep... So at around 3am, my cuz, Melvin, My Sister,Hunny Bee and I headed home to rest... Hunny Bee stayed over till morning, then she had to go home... Really glad that she was with me... Love her to bitz... Dunno what I'd do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangly, for some reason, my Dad suddenly wanted the whole family to be together to count down the New Year... So he forbade us to leave the house to attend any parties organised... Which honestly pissed the hell out of me... But now that I think about it, it was good that we all stayed back, cause it would have been the last New Year till dunno when, for us to count down the New Year as a family... My Sister and I were going overseas to study and who knew where life would take us and what paths we would choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the preparations for Chinese New Year... And the welcoming of &lt;strong&gt;MY YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;The Year of the Dog&lt;/strong&gt;!! I felt that it was really cool that Angie &lt;em&gt;(My Brother's Girlfriend)&lt;/em&gt; and Hunny Bee &lt;em&gt;(My Girlfriend)&lt;/em&gt; came over to help out with the making of the Chinese New Year goodies... In learning from the Master (My Mum), they not only gain the knowledge and skills to make Chinese New Year goodies, but in a subtle way, bond with my family... It's very comforting to see the look of acceptance given to them by various members of my family... All they need now is to survive my extended family. &lt;em&gt;(Ya! Like my extended family is that bad... Everyone in my family is accepting and hospitable to girlfriends and boyfriends...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was Awesome!!! Not only did I spend time with my extended family (I love them so much!), I got to spend it with my Hunny Bee (I love her so so so much!!)... After the mandatory visiting of the relatives, My Dad dropped me off and I went to Hunny Bee's Tua EE's house. I was very nervous to be there and really didn't know what to expect... I was worried that maybe her family wouldn't like me, then we'd have such big problems...sigh... I found that her extended family was actually much like mine, but much younger... Everyone was so hospitable, warm and friendly, I felt right at home with them... Lucky!!! Everyone seemed to like me, espically since I was dating the oldest grandchild of the family... on both sides summore, but this was just her mum's side... Huge responsibility... But I believe I'm up to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of Chinese New Year marked the point where My Sister and I had to start packing for we were leaving for Australia again... Happy, Sad, Nervous, Scared, Apprehensive and Withdrawn were some of the feelings that were jumbled up together to try to understand what we were feeling... My Sister's left first, which made My Mum a little depressed... In the wake of those feelings, My Mum also had to come to terms with Me leaving for Australia also... Even more tears were shed than the first time I left, which made me look like a first-time leaver... hahah so farney... The people around us just looked at my family in amazement as tears just kept flowing... Thanks Hunny Bee for being at the airport to send me off... It really pained me to see you cry... I never wanted to hurt you in anyway and the tears I wanted you to have for me would be tears of Joy rather than tears of saddness... I don't ever want to make you sad, but you know that my leaving is for the future... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUR FUTURE... I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-114667478797685382?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114667478797685382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/114667478797685382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2006/02/september-2005-feburary-2006-okies.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-112555895590493204</id><published>2005-08-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:15:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okies!! It's been 1 month plus here in Brisbane already... I know I know... It's about time I updated my blog right? Yes this is me updating it okie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hadn't had the mood to update my blog in sometime... anyways... Here's an update of what's been happening within this past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 July 2005 - 12 August 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went for breakfast, when I came back to my room, I found that someone had left me a message on my phone. Seemed that my particulars were given to this person Martin Gomez who is person in Brisbane taking care of the interest of the Singaporean students studying... Called him back and he told me of a gathering happening at his place, so went over the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Meeting Of Uncle Martin and Auntie Christine (The Gomezes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of my involvment in the Combined SSA (Singapore Student Association) Activities. When I walked into the house, straight away I saw a familar face... Wayne from back when I was in St Pat's... I knew then, that I would be right at home there... ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a meeting then, I found out that there would be a Singapore National Day Ball the Saturday following Singapore's National Day and that some of the students woudl be putting up a dance and dikit barat performance... Joining them in the rehearsal, I expressed interest and was pulled into the performances... So fun... A Malay Dance, and Dikit Barat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event I went for was the SSA's attempt to organise a MAMBO night in celebration of Singapore's National Day... It wasn't that bad... although it wasn't as Mambo as I thought it would be.... all in all the DJ just played like 5-7 retro songs and then went into TOP 40 hits, R&amp;B, Techno and Trance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we all were just meeting up every now and then to practice and rehearse... In these times, I got to know this group of Singaporean Students much better and something told me that they'd be really good friends... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rhonda, Ju-ann, Judith, Lysha, Priscilla, Mardiyah, Zhahia, Wayne, Robbie, Giddeon, Luke, Harnam, Allan and Maslan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college, BK, had a party, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERHERO PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! AWESOME STUFF!! Really fun dressing upi and having fun with everyone and getting to know everyone living in the same college... Some picture to show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as GAMBIT of the X-men! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Erin,%20Bridget%20and%20Ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Erin%2C%20Bridget%20and%20Ali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PowerPuff Girls! Erin, Bridget &amp; Ali &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Melissa,%20Me%20and%20Rudder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Melissa%2C%20Me%20and%20Rudder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman, Gambit &amp; Zorro!!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Me and Rudder &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Group%20photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Group%20photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuperHeros UNITE!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;13 August 2005 - 21 August 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Ball 2005 (Brisbane)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Holiday Inn&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;Theme: 60's Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us performers were at the Holiday Inn pretty early to set the place up and rehearse and to get ready... It was a pretty awesome experience... You can really see the spirit of Singaporeans celebrating Singapore's National Day in another country... Everyone REALLY celebrates it and you can SO feel the pride when the National Anthem is being played and sung... A really awesome experience which I wouldn't trade for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the Ball were all awe-struck by our performances to the point we became instant celebrities for the night... A few pictures here for you to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me helping Harnem with his costume... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing of the girls... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pep talk given by Maslan... Really pep talk and not kena scolding ah... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we look like during part of the dance performance &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us men in front of the decorative piece at the entrance &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grils in front of the decorative piece at the entrance &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a Indian outfit &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we look like during Dikit Barat &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/CRW_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/CRW_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pledge taking during the last perforance.. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we all gathered at Uncle Martin's place for a post-Ball party... We just hung out, ate and watched the videos taken at the Ball. I'm really glad I got to know these bbunch of people here in Brisbane... they've effectively become my overseas family... And I do believe that GOD had a hand in this, seeing as how I came to know them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass on Monday. Day of obligation? Not here, casue they kinda change the days to suit their convenience... Anyways, I met someone whom I wasn't expecting to see... Vanessa Tan from church... Her family always sat in front of my family during mass back home in Singapore... lost touch with her and suddenly, here she is... Had dinner with her and then we got together with Rhonda, Luke, Giddeon, Wayne and Robbie to give Harnem a going away party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next event would be Jamie's 27th Birthday party on Friday... It was a USA party held at Uncle Martin's house again... ehhehe we always seem to be at his house whenever there's an event... hehehe It was a really fun party where Jamie had the shock of his life... all in the name of fun... We had a BBQ eating and being merry... after which we all went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 days were just relaxing days for me... YOu just have to relax sometimes for your own personel quiet time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been talking about school at all in this entry... School has been picking up a bit (I HOPE!)... It's still very laid back, but somehow, I do have work to do already, but it doesn't bother me at all... It's so different from Singapore's education system... Here, there's a lot of time for you to study, rest and have a life and still have time for yourself... It's great...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-112555895590493204?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112555895590493204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112555895590493204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/08/okies-its-been-1-month-plus-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-112272675733365432</id><published>2005-07-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:32:40.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST WEEK OF UNIVERSITY STUDIES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th July 2005 Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started like any other day for a person in a new place... absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... My very first class was at 10am.... when I got there, the place was quite empty 'cept for a few cliques around the shop... 20 mins pass... No lecturer... hmmm... strange... another 5 mins pass... I got restless, so I bailed... Just took my stuff and walked off... went back to my room for a coffee... What a way to start the very first day of uni... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class was for the same course, but the lecture... I got there and lecture was on.. so YAY!!! But it was so weird... The lecturer was just talking about what was going to happen in the next few weeks, and she continued for the next 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lunch break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INVASION OF THE HIGH SCHOOL KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the morning, I noticed small groups of high school girls all over the place... I thought nothing of it until I went for lunch... outside my lunch area, were hordes... no throngs of high school girls everywhere.... Talk about an invasion and as you walked around, you could feel about minimum 30 eyes following your every move... it was so freaky.... eeeks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last class of the day... Nursing lecture... I supposed I thought the same thing would happen, like my last lecture, but lo and behold, the lecture didn't really talk much about what was going to happen during the course... instead, for 3 hours straight, she talked about politics and her 2 cents worth of everything that was happening in Australia... And she also spoke in a discriminating fashion about foreign nurses in Australia... It was so uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, was exactly dinner time, so I walked down to the food area, only to find it locked and there were lots of people dressed formally... Oh... A formal party... oh well, looks like I had to go back to cook noddles... wrong!!! I got to the entrance of the college, and my friends shockingly asked me why I wasn't dressed.... Then I found out that there was a formal dinner for all the residence of the college... so I did what was necessary and rushed to get ready... man... that was the fastest time I have ever dressed up formally in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice... the head of college organised this speed dating thing, so that everyone could get to know everyone else... very fun... everyone was so friendly, I then got invited to go to the Uni pub with my floor clique... wow... an assimalation into the clique... cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole culture here is to drink... You join any activity, and you're gonna drink... Thats the rule of the culture... It was great... You just drink, and go around getting to know people... I found it so easy getting to know everyone around... everyones very friendly when they're high... heheheh some over friendly... this drunk girl always came to me asking me to take care of her... but she had other friends doing that, so I just looked out for her every now and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the college and found out where everyone hung out during the day... was invited there and was encouraged by a lot of people to go there so that I could hang out with them... quite a cool bunch of people... might even find a few good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th July 2005 Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank quite a lot last night, so when I woke up this morning, I found that I had over-slept... I had missed the 2 lectures I had for the morning... oh well... meant that i had the whole day free then... explaination... well, I have only 2 lessons on Tuesdays, and these 2 are lectures... so if I miss them... well... you get the picture... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I found out that lane party was today... it was the biggest party of BK&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Bellenden Ker College - where I stay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Everyone had to dress up as something beginning with S... I was wearing a Saint Andrews T-shirt, so I said I'd just go as a saint, but then last minute, I changed into my track pants and a singlet, and said I was a sprinter... smart huh... lowest maintance costume... I practically sleep in them... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the party I was hanging out with Alvin, this other Singaporean guy from my floor... I was talking to him and he mentioned that girls get very drunk and very 'friendly' with you during parties and said that I should be careful... hahah... weird... this 18 yr guy telling me to be careful thinking I like around his age... I mean I appreciate what hee was doing, but seeing as how drunk he was, I didn't have the heart to tell him he's barking up the wrong tree man... such a nice fellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night of drinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;27th July 2005 Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASSES AT ALL... My Wednesdays are free... tatally no classes at all... very cool... recovery day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the guys at the 'study room' playing drinking games in the evening... then a few of us got together and went down to the Uni pub... Trivia Night!! WOOOHOOO!!! We were called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"TEAM SOBER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... but at the end of the night, we were all just pissed drunk... hehhee We blame the hats... For every 2 jugs of beer we ordered, we'd get a hat... by the end of the night, we went through 16 jugs of beer and had 8 hats... how big was our group? 5 strong... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of drinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;28th July 2005 Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had classes proper... didn't have tutorial though... oh well... 1 less class is good for the soul... or the hungover... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I couldn't believe it... 'WWW PARTY' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wild Wild West Party)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... dress up as a cowboy/cowgirl or a red indian, and you get in for $4... instead of $8... dresses up as a cowboy... It was fun... I didn't really enjoy the party though... Don't really enjoy country music... anyways, shot were going at $1 per shot... So... not bad a deal... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night of drinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29th July 2005 Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System recovery... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System failure... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System unknown... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... 8am class... quite fun... labs here are actually quite fun... the lecturers think you're dumb and underestimate you... cool... good way to impress them... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, almost everyone were going to the pub to check out these 2 live bands playing there... I opted out for I realised that I needed a timeout from drinking... It was a good idea, cause I just wanted to relax and chill out in my room... alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't wait for next Friday when there's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;'SUPER HERO PARTY'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... dunno what I'll be going as... hmmm... still thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-112272675733365432?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112272675733365432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112272675733365432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-week-of-university-studies-25th.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-112270244535180581</id><published>2005-07-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:56:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;18th - 21st July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mummy has gone home, and now it's just Dad, my Bro, my Sis and I left... I guess pretty soon it would be just me left here, I took mummy having to go back as a point to prepare myself to be alone and to settle things in Uni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled my accommodations and enrollment for classes then, I stayed with my family at a holiday motel... not too bad, cause the motel was just outside nearby my Uni... For the next few days, we were just going around stuffing ourselves with food and getting stuff for my room to make my stay here as comfortable as possible... Well, with all the stuff I have in my room, I'd have no problems surviving for a month without ever coming out... but that wouldn't be too healthy would it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, we all decided to go buggying and go-karting... It was awesome!!! My bro and I were trying hard to overturning the whole buggy at every turn, but sadly it didn't happen... oh well, I would mind doing it again man... It was fun fun fun, but tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures for you guys back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing Family! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Brudder!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Sista!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was really hard for me cause it's time for my family to leave me in Brisbane to go back to Singapore... They dropped me off at the place I was to be staying at and then we said out goodbyes... As they drove off, it felt like the first time I was going to NS... being left at Tekong Island... Pretty alright, till it became dark, and then I started feeling really alone... I wasn't able to just call anyone to chat and stuff cause I had to think about how much the call would cost, so I decided against it and just tried my best to fall asleep... You never really think about how lucky you are till you're all alone in a strange country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping out of your comfort zone back home was nothing cause you'd somehow know you'll be able to get back into it as soon as you get home... Here, everywhere isn't a comfort zone and you just don't have anywhere to turn to for asylum... It's pretty scary shit, but I guess I coped well, cause I'm so freaking thick skinned... hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun... I signed up for a trip to Gold Coast for international students... got to know lots of new friends... really cool... however mostly everyone lives off campus, so it's kinda difficult to contact and hang out with each other... oh well... no worries there... I'm like making lots of friends at my college... so pictures of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Craziest%20Bunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Craziest%20Bunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I got to know on the trip... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/KoreanGroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/KoreanGroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Friends who think I look like a movie star!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It quite funny cause these Korean friends of mine, think I look like a movie star, and I found out that my name is a very popular name in Korea... I didn't know that... cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/RachealMeSchabnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/RachealMeSchabnam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racheal from London and Schabnam from Germany &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/MeNicRacheal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/MeNicRacheal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British friends... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&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/6848525-112270244535180581?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112270244535180581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112270244535180581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/07/18th-21st-july-2005-well-mummy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-112203297406942466</id><published>2005-07-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:28:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okies... This is to let everyone know that I've arrived safely in Australia, and am settling in to me dorm... Just gets FARKING lonely here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was so damn hard... I only realised it when I checked in my passport... it was my point of no return... I so love all you guys who turned up... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus, Jon Lim, Kenneth, Dominic, Nicole, Brenda, Stacy, Denise, Samantha, Deborah, Elizabeth, Vanessa, Calin and Sueann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I LOVE you guys to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caryn, Hun, I miss you and love you so much... Without you in my life, I don't know if I'd have the strength to take such a plunge to study abroad... You give me so much strength and support, and I LOVE you so much for that... Thank you so much for being there at the airport, even though you weren't feeling well... There's an emptiness inside me, being so far away from you... It's so lonely without you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... lets get on with the update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday 12th July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival in Sydney Airport after a 7 hour flight... The flight was extremely bumpy, jerking about the whole way... Mummy got really sick and started hurling throughout the journey... Cause I suffer from very mild motion sickness, the smell of her vomitus made me a little nauseous... see lah... a nurse reacting this way... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sydney, the cold weather only hit me at the train station... We were supposed to take an hours train ride to Wollongong, then meet up with my sis at her college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wollongong is a nice quiet place in Australia... very nice beaches, but the place is a little small... There are very few shops around and cause of the ULUness of the place, things are slightly more expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum took like 1 full day of sleeping to recover from her motion sickness.. hurling like nobody's business... Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/WCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/WCB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Entrance to the Beach &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Lighthouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Lighthouse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouse &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Seaweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Seaweed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff Hanger! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!! I got stuck in the cannon!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With The Brothers Lee!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday 14 July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Brisbane Airport... It so much warmer here compared to Sydney... Just the right temperture... feels like my air conditioned room back home, however, this is the ambient temperture of the day... Natural air-con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at a dairy farm on the outskirts of Gold Coast, and the lady was so nice and helpful, that she hooked us up with a holiday apartment by the beach... imagine... 30m from the beach, and the room is located on the 21st floor... SWEET!!! Check out the view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/BroadBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/BroadBeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the hoilday apartment... SWEET!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/ViewFromRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/ViewFromRoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from one of the rooms... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of sunset from the apartment... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Movie World on Friday, the 15th... Awesome man... Really enjoyed myself on the rides they had... so much has changed from the last time I was at Dream World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings by the fountain!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Academy Stunt Show Set! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loony Toon Parade &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Splash! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Splash! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LEE FAMILY MARTIAL ARTS SCHOOL!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday the 16th of July!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday on the sand! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her the Tigger beanie I got for her in the morning... she seemed really happy... we went as a family to Warranga Market, it's a place where you can find all sorts of nick nacks at very cheap prices... Niah Niah, Che Che and I got for mummy a Crystal Bell from one of the shops... Che Che Re-did her hair cause she was complaining that her hair was coming apart... well with the pictures you'd get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/FijiHair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/FijiHair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original from Fiji! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redone at Warranga &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCN0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCN0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side View.. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17th July 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sad day... Mummy had to go back to Singapore first... so sad that she couldn't stay... at the airport I hugged her and didn't want to let go... Until now I still regret not hugging her more at the airport... sigh... *sob* *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, dad dropped me off in school to attend some orientation talk which actually was quiet a waste of time, so anyways, I enrolled and got my student card, and enrolled in my classes... then I bumped into Daddy, Niah Niah and Che Che at the HUB... accordingly they just arrived not 2 seconds ago... hahaha such good timing... anyways, we dumped stuff into my room then, we went off looking for a place to stay... we found this place near my school which was great... a really comfortable place to stay for a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-112203297406942466?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112203297406942466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/112203297406942466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/07/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111917567019481633</id><published>2005-06-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:39:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Genesis II JUNE FUN DAY 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race!! Genesis II Style!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G II Fun Day: Amazing Race... A super fun day!! I like to give a big THANK YOU to all the organisers who put this day together... It's been sometime since I've been t one of G II's fun days, cause of NS... Got to church around 9ish and gathered with the rest to get our groupings... then, we straight away started to form our bonds within the group... Then we all took a group photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/groupshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/groupshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/exodus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/exodus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready... Set... GO!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a great exodus... these groups of people running around acting like crazy people... heheh so fun... It's a bit long to actually really write down what happened, so I'll just cut it a little short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st check point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Expo Hall Simply Thai Resturant... Had to do some IQ puzzle, which proved a little difficult fo my team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sandrine's Block in Bedok... Had to find a hidden Walkie-talkie by using another walkie-talkie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd check point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Road block (Have lunch together!) Proceed to St Pat's Longkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on the go?? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my team... so united in nonsense... hehehe so competitive, and each of us kept pushing each other... supporting each other at their times of weakness... I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Okay continuing on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kembangan Mrt Field... had to choose buckets filled with water... See how lucky we were to choose a bucket with the next clue... BTW, we had to drink the water in the buckets we chose... My team drank 4 buckets of water... Ems puked the water out... like some Jap water torture... *shudder* oh well, all in good fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th check point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nearby Noel's Block in Marine Parade... 45 min compulsory pit-stop, then we had to each climb 13 stories on foot to get our next clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The sea in front of some pub at East Coast Beach... 1 of 2 challenges... choose... either swim or dive... I choose to swim cause it was faster for me to do... swim out get the clue taped to the buoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th check point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lagoon... 45 min pit stop, then we had to uncoil a rope tied to a tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Republic Theater... eat pigs liver and kidney... at this point we were all feeling hungry so we all chomped it down with ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Queen Of Peace Church: Dispense M&amp;Ms from the dispensor until you find a white tic-tac... all M&amp;amp;Ms dispensed must be consumed before the next clue is given...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th check point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tanah Merah Mrt Field... Use the tomatoes given and squeeze out a cup of tomatoe juice, then drink it... each member of the team has to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11th check point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prisilla's house... the end point... it's a very nice place, very condo like yet all semi-Ds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team came in 3rd... but hey it isn't about winning, it's about going through the whole process... How each of us pushed each other adn supported each other... brings us closer together... It's the same concept in the army... Bonds and friendships are forged when everyone is going through the same crap... and instead of complaining, we shoulder each other so that everyone completes it and isn't left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had dinner together and then a few of us jumped into the pool to cool down and chill out... started playing dog &amp; bone with some goggle casing, and when we were bored of that, we started playing knights &amp;amp; horses... Beck and I were the 2 main horses... hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111917567019481633?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111917567019481633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111917567019481633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/genesis-ii-june-fun-day-2005-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111917313113882007</id><published>2005-06-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:25:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Time once again for another update about my oh so 'eventful' life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th - 8th June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RETAIL THERAPY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum suddenly just said that I need to get winter clothings and stuff I'm gonna wear for school during my days in Auz... Hmmm... Whatever has to do with shopping with mummy sounds good... heheh Yes I know, I'm such a slut... but you only get these few opportunities for a limited time in your life, so you'd better cherish them as best you can... So freaking fun going shopping... for 3 days straight... just going out with mum and dad to shop... I do feel bad cause some of the stuff are quite costly and I &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; do without some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it great fun just hanging out with mum and dad, cause you can somehow see how they walk hand in hand... it's sweet... a side of parents you don't usually notice cause as a child going out with your parents, you are more interested in other things happening around you then your own parents... They are effectively your walking ATMs... sad but true... However as a young adult, you start noticing your parents as more 'human' and you discover them as people rather than authority figures. You understand thheir likes and dislikes and the more you hang out with them, the more you tend to start thinking like them in a way... it's scary cause as a child you'd tell yourself you're not gonna grow up to act like your parents, but you eventually WILL.... inescapable destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum isn't a prata person, but she kinda shocked my dad and I by ordering prata for dinner on wednesday... Happening sia... I actually suaned my mum and she laughed... Just a point to reflect upon... These are little signs in your life when you can actually feel that you're no longer a small kid anymore. It scares me sometimes... growing up is a scary thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/mumprata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/mumprata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my happening mummy eating prata... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th June 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn came to the house today... spent the afternoon till night together... She came to the house and we spent a lot of time talking and just cuddling... I LOVE CUDDLING... sigh... Took her to the nearby quary where during the evenings, is a very romantic place... too bad that there were some Malay boys swimming and taking up the good spots... oh well, we went to Bugis for dinner and to spend time just walking around window shopping... then I sent her home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th June 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at my normal 10-11ish in the morning and went for brunch with my parent at this small Malay stall near my home... The Lontong wasn't that bad, but I don't believe I'd go there to eat unless I absolutly have no other choice... Then dad suddenly told me that he was taking mum to the Zoo... somehow I could see that he wanted me to come along so I did... Not bad lah... I did enjoy myself... I saw a lighter side of my parents... the playful side... Didn't think that they'd show it to me, but hey, you learn new things everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/baboon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/baboon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primal Ah-beng &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks in a tree?? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever seen DUCKS perched in a tree? It's such a perculiar sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/muskrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/muskrat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it move it.. I like to.... MOVE IT!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/tigers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/tigers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which TIGER is the fiercer one!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/lilypad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/lilypad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if it can take my weight? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/otters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/otters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little otters... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/pacu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/pacu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacu... used to keep them as pets... didn't realise that they can grow till this large... Woo Hoo!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Satay Club at Sembawang for dinner with them then they sent me to Suntec, casue I was watching a movie with Gus and supposedly a large gathering of G2 peeps... In the end it was just Gus, Mel and I... Oh well, bought Gus a cookie, cause it was his birthday, and I can't afford to buy anything since I'm saving to go overseas... but hey, a present is worth more from the heart, rather than how expensive it is... Watched 'Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith'... A really good action comedy... Angelina Jolie is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Although it was another "tomb Raider" like look, she still loks hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saturday... choir... Fun... didn't stay for after mass practice cause I feel that it's kinda a waste of time cause I won't be around for Val's ordination... so sad... I wish I could be there, but I can't.. oh well... Got home early, and kena suan by my parents... When dad saw me, he rubbed his eyes then asked me if I was feeling well... then I walked past mum and she wanted to see if I had a temperature... see lah coem back home early then kena suan... hmpt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111917313113882007?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111917313113882007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111917313113882007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111816256521386396</id><published>2005-06-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:49:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of performance... Went for mass at 9:15am with Mummy and Daddy... forgot how painful it was to listen to the choir of that mass... Then went&lt;A title="Best home" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://69.42.87.210/cgi-bin/ezlclk.fcgi?id=9387" target=_blank&gt; home &lt;/A&gt;for brunch... Mummy cooked Mee Siam... YAY!!! Then I went to&lt;A title="Best meet" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://69.42.87.210/cgi-bin/ezlclk.fcgi?id=9875" target=_blank&gt; meet &lt;/A&gt;up with Caryn cause she was going for an audition and I was her 'voice trainer'... While she was at the audition, I couldn't follow, so I had to wait... Crap... 3 hours straight... waiting... I was so bored I started doing a bit of photography... Quite happy with myself... quite good shots of some places around Victoria Theater... These are some of them... If you don't like them, that's your opinion!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/RoseRed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/RoseRed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sideview is so perfect... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/RoseRed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/RoseRed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same rose from a differnt angle... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Vision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision by the clock tower... His presence... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusion : Organic with Inorganic... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/SupremeCourtTower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/SupremeCourtTower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the castle tower from the estate's garden... Actually it's the Supreme Court Tower from the road... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show today went&lt;A title="Best Without" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://69.42.87.210/cgi-bin/ezlclk.fcgi?id=9827" target=_blank&gt; without &lt;/A&gt;a hitch... but somehow everyone was kinda sad cause it's the last day of the performances... No more production... No more rehearsals... No more coming into VT and preparing for the show... Took&lt;A title="Best photos" style="COLOR: #65b45c; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://69.42.87.210/cgi-bin/ezlclk.fcgi?id=9529" target=_blank&gt; photos &lt;/A&gt;with 3 out of 5 "hua tans" or also called, "YAO NIE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/MaZiJun&amp;Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/MaZiJun%26Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Nie Ke Shi &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/QingZhanBao&amp;Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/QingZhanBao%26Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Nie Lu Hou &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/LinJia&amp;Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/LinJia%26Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Nie Sai Jin Hua &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Cast&amp;Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Cast%26Crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole "SPIRITS" team &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything... comes the "BUMP OUT" of VT... Everything was packed up and done by midnight.. then we went to "MAXWELL" to have supper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111816256521386396?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111816256521386396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111816256521386396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-of-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111815311113356740</id><published>2005-06-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:45:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3rd June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening day of SPIRITS!! Tension is high... everyone wants to do a good job... Suddenly the air-con in VT is so freaking cold... shivering as I operate my brother's computer to deliver the videos on time and on cue... Everything goes without a hitch... I actually feel quite happy doing this... Every now and then Caryn comes over to my operations desk and hugs me from behind... We somehow share energy... Giving each other energy to accomplish our duties as backstage personel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Myworkspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Myworkspace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little corner of backstage... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Prolook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Prolook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look like a pro with the canes on... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Caryn&amp;Me8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Caryn%26Me8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Caryn... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... yesterdays run was great... nothing went wrong... today would be another good day... although I can't go to church this evening, I don't have that "missing" feeling I usually get if I can't go for mass on saturday with G2... Was hanging out with Caryn in the afternoon, cause she had a video shoot and had some free time before it so we spent sometime at PS... While she went for her video shoot, I made my way to VT via MRT... Found that Raffles Place MRT is like a mini Citylink, with underground shops... found a shop I can resist going into... the pictures speak for itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/saber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/saber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obi-wan's Lightsaber on display at Cineleisure... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/saber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/saber1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightsaber of Count Dooku &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/saber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/saber2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda's Lightsaber &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/sabergroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/sabergroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a 12 Lightsaber display set... Replicas and Gold plated ones &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/saberblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/saberblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me playing with Luke Skywalker's Lightsaber... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/saberred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/saberred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me playing with Vadar's Lightsaber... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lightsabers that are ignited, uses AA size batteries and are lighted up by a series of LEDS... As you ignite the lightsaber, it makes the exact sound you hear from the movie... wave them around and it also makes the 'low drone' you hear from the movie... The clash of 2 lightsabers also makes the same movie sounds but only if 2 lightsabers come into contact with each other... otherwise, it doesn't make the sound made by the clashing of 2 lightsabers... Super fun to see and play with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show today was bad... halfway through the epilogue, the projector didn't pick up the videos I was feeding from the computer... then horrors of all horrors, the computer crashed and there was a smell of burning wire and plastic... scared, I unplugged everything, called my bro over and asked him to assess the condition of the computer as it was HIS... I tell you... even though it wasn't me fault, I still felt so bad... throughout the show today also didn't have videos because of this hick-up... sigh... I could see that my bro was heart broken cause his computer was 'destroyed'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111815311113356740?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111815311113356740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111815311113356740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/3rd-june-2005-opening-day-of-spirits.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111729871091537689</id><published>2005-06-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:33:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes... the much awaited update of my blog... I'm sure some of you are complaining already but haven't had the chance to tell me my blog collecting cobwebs already... hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th-8th May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad... just going about my business in church and slacking my arse off... oh yes... most probably found a job at the clinic my Aunt is working at... Some women's health clinic... Somehow my Aunt impressed the Doctor that I was a Male Nurse and he wanted to meet me and most likely give me a job... not bad huh? Don't even need to meet the fella and he's already impressed with me... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Clinic%20Name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Clinic%20Name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinic Name... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Paragon after doing my Uni applications... Somehow something has changed my mind about going to the &lt;strong&gt;Gold Coast Campus&lt;/strong&gt;... Although it next to Surfers Paradise, there is NO campus accommadations and renting is so freaking expensive there... SO... I decided on changing my campus to the &lt;strong&gt;NATHAN Campus&lt;/strong&gt; which is located next to Uni Queensland and in the city center... they have campus accommodations and it's near a Hospital and a catholic church... yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at Paragon... went to the clinic and met the Doctor... very nice guy... gave ajob at his new Wellness SPA directly above his clinic... oh well... anything is better than nothing... Got introduced to the others working there... it's like so family... All so playful like brothers and sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydro-SPA... Looks so innocent! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be asking what SPA is it? Some Jean Yip thing issit? NO!! I kid you not when I say it's a Colonic Health SPA... Basically you ly down on this reclining toilet bowl, the Therapists (me) will gently shove a sterile tube up your arse, then the Therapist (&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;) will flip a switch and about 12 gallons of distilled, deionised water will constantly flow into your COLON and up your LARGE INTESTINES cleaning it with a slight uncomfortable feel (&lt;em&gt;bad stomach cramps&lt;/em&gt;) till you relax and PASS MOTION... Accordingly it's totally safe and very popular in Hongkong and European countries... YEAH RIGHT!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the first day of work... and on job training... came in at around 10am... then checked the appointment book and YAY!! NO MALE CUSTOMERS!!... means no need to do work... just sit down and slack and look pretty... &lt;em&gt;(Stop saying that it sounds gay!! You're just being jealous!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 other Male Therapist... He explained to me that the machine was called &lt;strong&gt;'THE TOWER'&lt;/strong&gt; and it IS the Rolls Roise of all toilet bowls... Then he took me into a room and showed me how &lt;strong&gt;'THE TOWER'&lt;/strong&gt; worked and how to prep the machine... then after everything, just as I was about to walk out, he told me to take my pants off and get onto &lt;strong&gt;'THE TOWER'&lt;/strong&gt;, stating that if I don't go through it, i cannot really explain how it feels and what to expect to first time clients... A super shock to me, but he's got a point, so I asked for privacy and did it myself... So in a sense, I took my anal viginity when I put that tube up my arse... &lt;em&gt;(okay enough laughing already!!)&lt;/em&gt; I must say that it was a very weird experience... All I can say is that if ever you go through it, make sure that there's someone to drive you home, cause it saps your energy like nobodies business... The whole thing took about an hour and after that you're supposed to drink a warm cup ginger tea and ingest 2 pills containing GOOD BACTERIA to replace those that had been washed out... Then I went for lunch with my Aunt and came back all nauseous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the SPA, since there wasn't any MALE clients, He told me to be HIS Therapist and do the procedure on HIM... reversal of roles... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(This entry has alot of GAY contexts!! If any of you are offended in any way, WHY?! NOT HAPPY DON'T READ LAH!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Was at the counter outside while he got ready inside, then I caught a glimsp of how much 1 session cost... $150!! WAH LAU!! $150 to come pass motion and be merry?! Clever I don't think so!! Oh well, ended my day by meeting up with my dear sweet Caryn at Esplanade... Strolled about in the park before we both went home... still feel weird after today's experience... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for work a little earlier so that I could get some breakfast... Got a strange call from my Aunt and she met me at the lift lobby where she asked me to accompany her for a smoke... There she explained to me that the Clinic was in a financial rut and that the Doctor couldn't afford to employ me and even give me any allowance for working there... SO I went met up with the Doctor, gave him my thanks and left for home... hahaha so farney... Work and can't get paid... oh well... It was an experience to say the least... I always say that if you don't experience things, how can you say for sure you don't like it? I can say for sure that I will NEVER go for something like that ever in my life again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th-17th May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring... slacking... hang out with my bro... it's just a blur to me to actually slack THAT much... heheehehehehehehehehehahhahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, on the 15th, I went to the Aloha Chalets at Pasir Ris to celebrate my nephew, Ian's birthday... he's so cute... Steal all the attention form me... hmpt... hahah but it's okie... need to pass on the torch sometime.. plus he's like only 2ish and he's a bigger camera slut than me... hahahah Love him so much... hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy IAN!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Cake! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalised License Plate &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy cutting the cake... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Dad and some other little girl from dunno where &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raja Family: Ee Carmen (Grandma), Che Che Yvonne (Mum), Uncle James (Grandpa), Niah Adrian (Uncle) &amp; of cos Birthday Boy Ian... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th-19th May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled to JP and did some shopping with Caryn for tonight's party... Nothing too fancy or wild... just a small gathering of friends... Got to her house in the afternoon and her sister, Chrystal and friends were there doing some school project... something to do with a egg and how they make it float gently to the ground from drop of 4-5 stories... Scary bunch... I didn't do anything to help them out at all... All I did was crap out and was sprouting rubbish and suddenly they refer to me as their "hero"... hahahah farney... According to Chrystal, her whole level is talking about me... scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was quite fun... we just hung out watching "American Pie", then I stayed over till the next morning then went home... FUN FUN FUN... Looking forward to the next time I can do that again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and stoned... slept for about dunno how long, then my bro call me to go out... In the end, I found myself starting work with "TOY FACTORY".. heheh cool bananas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, 9.50pm at PLAZA SINGAPURA... STARWARS EPISODE 3 - REVENGE OF THE SITH!!!!!! YAY!! Watched it with quite a big group of friends... new and old ones... so fun... I really enjoyed the show, however after teh show it was quite wierd... My bro was tempremental, maybe it was the time... it was kinda late and everyone was tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the 20th was a day of recovery, so I'm not bothering to blog it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so... Saturday... Woo Hoo!! Choir... Brought Caryn for mass, since she wanted to experience a mass... Although she didn't understand anything that was happening, and felt a little bored, i promised to explain it to her... hehee Hung out with her after mass then, met up with Gus, Mel and gang for "STARWARS EPISODE 3" Yes I watched it again... hahaha And no I didn't feel bored with the show... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th-27th May 2005 (25th no rehearsal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/spirits1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/spirits1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRITS &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working on "SPIRITS" the production done by TOY FACTORY, which is the opening show for the SINGAPORE ARTS FESTIVAL... cool... however, it's CHINESE OPERA... yes you read correctly CHINESE OPERA... for those of you who know me, I SUCK at CHINESE, so why in the freaking world would I be doing a theater production of CHINESE OPERA... well, I'm a projectionist, so I project visual images to facilitate the visual spectical of the production... It's tiring, but fun cause everyone around become somewhat screwy and funny things start happening... hehehe plus all I have to do is sit down, and click on the different videos prepared by the video designer... such a slack job... I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/spirits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/spirits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the SPIRITS!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/fan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the PROPS made for the show... all done with peacock feathers... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, difference was that I was catoring... yes I was cantoring again... I had a little more confidence, however I screwed up so badly... I started off very nicely, impressing some friends, then it all went downhill from there... sheesh... All I'm gonna say is that it was bad... I was so depressed after mass... I didn't do the composition and the composer justice by screwing up so badly... sigh... Felt so depressed, I just seem to not have the confidence to cantor anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a new 'Glory to God' it's so nice... the Tenor parts are espicially nice... Don't mind this song getting stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full dress rehearsal... still got nothing much to do but get familar with the cues given to me... So it was quite slack for me... the rest were like running around getting the actors aka &lt;strong&gt;'hua tans'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;'wu shengs'&lt;/strong&gt; ready... SO far all the rehearsals have been at the 'Hua Chong Alumni'... Somehow I think we trashed the place and have made enemies of the canteen waitress... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua Chong Horse!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sculpture of a horse found on the hill overlooking the stadium at Hua Chong... Does it loo like a horse to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the rehearsal ended, it was a frantic dash to pack everything up to 'bump in' to VT (Victoria Theater)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th May - 2nd June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bump in' to VT... What can I say about 'bump in'... It was a learning experience... I learnt abou tthe different working styles of everyone... Working with my bro, I realised that he stresses himself to the point he forgets that those around him have feelings... He isn't bothered about people's feelings and hurts them constantly, but because of the show, everyone just tries not to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the brunt of everything from him... he shouted and screamed at me, screamed profaneties constantly, to the point I almost walked out... It was so difficult to understand why he was the way he was, and how I'd work around him... So I just concerntrated on helping everyone else and occasionally helped him with wiring... No word of thanks or appreciation for my help... just expectations... Lucky for me, Caryn was around, otherwise I'd just not know who to turn to... My working style and his is in such direct conflict with one another, I think it's gonna be sometime before I actually consider working with him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... such bad reviews of my bro... He does still take care of me in some ways... must try to filter he's unnecessary behaviour and see his good older brother side... difficult but do-able...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111729871091537689?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111729871091537689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111729871091537689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/06/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111538602935181588</id><published>2005-05-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:35:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah!! Woke up early today... 6am... Why? Well, I was accompaning my Dad who was going to help my Mum sell some flowers in school for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Quite an experience to actually do such a thing... Everyone who didn't know who I was thought I was the whole saler or something... they kept asking me questions about the flowers... hahah was quite funny... It was very fun... then I came home around 10ish in the morning, and slept till about 2pm... then decided on updating my blog... I know I haven't been updating my blog... am just finishing with this entry which I would say isn't really considered a proper entry... hahaha well... just to let this entry not be a total lost, go to these hyperlinks to have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this is an online comic which is hilariously dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/?t=archives&amp;date=2003-08-13"&gt;http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/?t=archives&amp;amp;date=2003-08-13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a Korean Flash animation site called "Mr Boomba"... quite funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boombastick.net/mainset.html"&gt;http://www.boombastick.net/mainset.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly would be something most would know about... Happy Tree Friends... for the sadistic people out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com"&gt;http://www.happytreefriends.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111538602935181588?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538602935181588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538602935181588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/woah-woke-up-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111538528366788975</id><published>2005-05-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:14:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/stainglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/stainglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church's Stainglass... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in church early and was just looking at the Stainglass of my church... Brings me to reflect on things... Life is beautiful but fragile... Listening to something I stumbled upon while downloading songs sung by choirs. Called "&lt;strong&gt;The Prayer Of The Children&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prayer of the Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you hear the prayer of the children?&lt;br /&gt;On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room&lt;br /&gt;Empty eyes with no more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;Turning heavenward toward the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Jesus, help me&lt;br /&gt;To see the morning light-of one more day&lt;br /&gt;But if I should die before I wake,&lt;br /&gt;I pray my soul to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the hearts of the children?&lt;br /&gt;Aching for home, for something of their very own&lt;br /&gt;Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to,&lt;br /&gt;But hope for a better day a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Jesus, help me&lt;br /&gt;To feel the love again in my own land&lt;br /&gt;But if unknown roads lead away from home,&lt;br /&gt;Give me loving arms, away from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the voice of the children?&lt;br /&gt;Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?&lt;br /&gt;Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Blood of the innocent on their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Jesus, help me&lt;br /&gt;To feel the sun again upon my face,&lt;br /&gt;For when darkness clears I know you're near,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing peace again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali cujete sve djecje molitive?&lt;br /&gt;(Croatian translation:&lt;br /&gt;'Can you hear all the children's prayers?')&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the prayer of the children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the songs composed for the 'Columbine Shootings.' Makes me feel moved as I listen to the song and stare at the Stainglass... Focusing on the this point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/stainglass1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/stainglass1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at the center image! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflect on how lucky I am for having a healthy, loving family. And pray for those who aren't so lucky, and for those who &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; as lucky but choose to reject it for selfish reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be wondering why I'm in church on a Thursday... well, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Feast Of The Ascension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... A Catholic day of obligation... And what's more, I'm cantoring today... Don't really know why, but I'm just freaking out... Came to church early to practise, but as the time draws nearer, I begin to freak out even more... I just can't seem to calm myself down... I pray and it works for a while, then, it just doesn't... Nicole was so sweet... she gave me a flower to show her support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift from Nicole to calm me down... so sweet right? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off, by 'choking', but as I went on, I just felt this overwhelming feeling in me and it somehow calmed me down enough for me to not go off key... although I was a little soft, I did quite a good job... I had positive comments from my parents as they were attending mass as well... We went to Sempang for dinner, where in my heart, I was praising GOD for giving me &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; many blessings in life... Many of which I feel I don't deserve... Ever feel that way? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111538528366788975?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538528366788975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538528366788975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-churchs-stainglass_05.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111538262236296058</id><published>2005-05-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:35:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the floral arrangement at the lectern, I notice something which most wouldn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/rose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect white rose hiding from sight! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this rose caught my eye and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take a photo of it... Amongst the roses in the whole arrangemet piece, this was the perfect one, and it was hidden from view. The rest were all whilting away, some just damaged from rough handling... made me think about things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a senario where everything seems to be decaying, and the only things that can be seen are the hardy accessory plants like ferns and palms looking as they should. Fresh, green and basically boringly dull... Somewhere hiding in all that dullness, is THIS perfect, fragile rose in full bloom... Where it's magnificence is only known to those who are willing to look closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a relationship with someone... At the start of the relationship, everything is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FRESH&lt;/span&gt; and beautiful... As time goes by, everything starts to decay, fall apart and what's left would be the hardier parts of the exterior like habits, looks and personality traits... Only those who are observant and actually care to look closer at the other person, would find that 'perfect rose' hidden... which is the metaphor for the '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;' blooming into it's magnificent form. LOVE does crazy things to a person... it alway make people better in ways not easily observed... The difficult part is finding that hidden '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROSE&lt;/span&gt;' in people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/hamsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/hamsters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huddle of LOVE... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&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/6848525-111538262236296058?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538262236296058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111538262236296058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/looking-at-floral-arrangement-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111537758259801339</id><published>2005-05-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:40:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;THE TIME HAS COME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to church at around 12pm cause I was supposed to meet Nicole for lunch, in the end, we just had a drink and went to church to slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/3%20way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/3%20way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menageri! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Nic&amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Nic%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching Partners!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt quite frustrated during rehearsals cause things always seem to change without the Easter Comm knowing... until now... when it's like a few hours till the 'performance'... oh well.... Lift up everything to GOD and he'll do the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/final%20rehearsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/final%20rehearsal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy rehearsals!! hahaha &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ish, everyone goes to get changed into their outfits... I go to the toilet feeling very smug about how clever I am... hahaha I'm going to have a bath... I get there, get ready to bathe and find, that I'd have to squat down and use a tap spraying water away from me to bathe... sigh... surprisingly, I find little difficulty batheing... I find that my hair this long cannot really be styled in any special way, so I just go with what i feel like doing... My standard spikes... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ALIVE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goes without a hitch... everyone has fun!! It's a rush... mostly having really really good comments about us... feel so proud that I'm part of them... it's a bonus to have acknowledgement from people when doing something for GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/not%20so%20dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/not%20so%20dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alive' in ambient lighting... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly see me!! That's me in the Yellow Shirt!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caryn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are here... too bad Mum had to go fetch Dad otherwise she'd experience more of our singing... means so much to me to know that she was around... Caryn is such a sweetie, so supportive... My bro, although having alot of unnecessary comments, means well... and I thank him for him being so special in his outlook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go meet &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Sempang Bedok just to hang out... I believed that when I reach my 20ies, I'd slick with them more, but somehow, I find myself having trouble understanding them... maybe all I need to do is hang out with them more... Great cousins!!! Hopefully there'll be a chance for the whole gang to meet up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Genesis%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Genesis%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2!! My Family in church!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111537758259801339?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111537758259801339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111537758259801339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/alive-time-has-come-got-to-church-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111537399104717642</id><published>2005-05-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:10:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LETS SEE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27th April&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to everyone who remembered my birthday!! For those who didn't remember... shame on you... haw haw haw... My brithday... pretty uneventful this year... Didn't even have a cake... it's alright... Met up with Caryn in the afternoon, then went for dinner with the family... Ate at this place called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fatty Wengs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" ... pretty good food... Then found out that my Grandma used to go there for dinner all the time... cool... heritage shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29th April&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Adelene... my birthday lunch with her... hahah Met her after her classes, then went to her house, where I had to work for my food...hahah accompanied Adelene and her mum, Aunty Molly, to Takashimaya to buy cartons of drinks... we ate at Billy Bombers, then I helped by carrying 2+ cartons of drinks... wah! I noticed that mothers who have the intentions to go supermarket shopping are scary... They set out to buy 1 item, and come back with 5 extra items which they might need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I went down to church for rehearsals... scary that we don't sound ready... very few ppl around, quite disheartening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30th April&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer meet with Fr Luke Fong... really inspiring guy.. hahah I think I gave him a little bit of a problem with the lameness of ME... hehehe then again, it was a stratigically said at appropiate times making it quite funny... I'm refreshed spiritually in a way and I have new knowledge on how to renew myself spiritually on my own... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During the eucharist, Christ's body is broken for others, so in celebrating of this NEW ritual sacrifice, WE must 'break' ourselves for those around us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Opportunity presents itself... thus "ALIVE"... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st MAY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAhhhhhh!!!! Tomorrow is 'ALIVE'... shite!! Again... not many around... getting very very frustrated... going around with Nicole bitching about stuff... my goodness... Had this strong feeling... that I should contact Gwen to see how she is...a follow up on what we discussed last week...worried for her... but dunno how also I didn't do it... hmmm... seriously not having mood to do anything... just generally tired... ARGH!! Hate this feeling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111537399104717642?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111537399104717642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111537399104717642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111458135552098221</id><published>2005-04-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:55:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 posts ago, I mentioned that Caryn came over to my place, well, this time, I went over to her place, but not straight away anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at Jurong point then we went to swim... got a very nice tann and helped her get a slight tann... so happy.. finally can get my colour back... lol... Let me say first, travelling to Boon Lay from Tampines is NO joke... You must have an impressive amount of stamina especially if theres no seat avalible... shag man... Went to Caryn's house for a while then walked to JP for dinner, then walked her back home where we just sat down at the playground next to her block and chatted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home the same way I came... another shag journey... and she told me that her parents were in very good mood... something about noticing her sitting down at the playground chatting with a guy... hahahaha so farney...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111458135552098221?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111458135552098221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111458135552098221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-posts-ago-i-mentioned-that-caryn.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111458068027322138</id><published>2005-04-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:44:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets do another Friday, Saturday, Sunday entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer to 'ALIVE' and everyone is feeling the jitters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was somewhat messy... Somehow decisions were being made without most of the comm knowing what was going on... which made the older Genesians get rowled up... After rehearsals, they were literally screaming and shouting at Mel (cause he intervened for us) and were threatening to take over the whole Easter experience... kinda drastic and impulsive, oh well... it's all a learning experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was kinda better, cause Darren and I made the decision to take over more leading roles, cause we were the 2 free-est ones and the 2 oldest... sheesh... hehehe Anyways, we went through all the songs which was quite good lah...a bit of mistake here and there, but hey, no worries.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday another freaking tiring day... got to church at 8.45am to give out 'ALIVE' flyers to the congregation... got a little annoyed cause I found that whenever the comm met up, I'd be one of the 3 people always on time, the one that organised the 'meeting' to come early was always late... Anyways, the weather was swelteringly hot... so uncomfortable... After giving out the flyers, we headed to Katong Shopping Center to have lunch, where I also had a hair cut, then we headed back to church for a presentation the choir was doing for the Confirmants... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise was tiring to a point everyone just wanted to go home... sigh... such a difficult 'race' to run... went home and plopped into bed after my bath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111458068027322138?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111458068027322138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111458068027322138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-do-another-friday-saturday-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111457951845929816</id><published>2005-04-21T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:25:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week like any other week, was slack... till it reaches Thursday or Friday... I think I'm seeing a trend here... heheehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Thursday... Caryn came over cause she was left alone at home and didn't wanna stay home, so she came to my home...??... er... sound a bit dodgy but no it wasn't... she was helping me with my pitching, in the end we just hung out... brought her to Katong's Eastern Northern resturant, where we had handmade pork noodles... Another first for her... after which I showed her around the church I attend... I went for a short meeting, then we took a short walk down to the beach... She told me how envious she is of the people living in the EAST cause it's generally cooler and it's near everything... I guess... I don't really experience the WEST that much, so I can't compare... hheheehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I put her in a cab and then we went our separate ways... You all must be thinking that there's something going on between us already... it's for me to know, and you to find out when I reveal to you one day... ehehhehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111457951845929816?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111457951845929816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111457951845929816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/week-like-any-other-week-was-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111390776647113094</id><published>2005-04-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:49:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday... Quite a fun day... Had rehearsals for 'ALIVE'... tired like dunno what... Had a Comm Meeting to discuss some stuff... things which were needed to be said were said and from that, I kinda felt that there were somethings which had to happen... If I didn't see it happen, I'd just have to make it happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... another tiring day... got to church at 3pm for another Comm Meeting... this time, it was to discuss and plan out how the inpromtu prayer session was gonna turn out... From the silence of the few that gathered, I came up with the prayer session, announced it and executed it... Stacy shared a little and said a prayer... From that, the choir got somewhat inspired in a way and sang really well... mush to the surprised of all of us in the committee... After the practise, we had anothers short meeting before I headed home... tired... don't even have the mood to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... Got up early and my parents tompanged me to church where they attended mass and I prepared my small speech... I was gonna announce to the 1115am mass congregation about 'ALIVE'... Nerve recking...Was kinda freaking out at the lectern... Got a heartwarming response though... I think I did well... After that, had 'Alive' rehearsals and then went for tea with Duane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda lost this connection with Duane already... used to be able to talk to him easily last time, nowdays, it's just kinda weird... oh well... maybe cause we're growing apart as we get older... Joined St MAry's Choir to sing for the Confirmation mass... only Dunae and I were there... Met Canice... she's somewhat changed... HOT STUFF... St Mary's Choir was... a pain in a way... but somehow when mass started, they didn't seem so bad... their singing on the other hand could use some improvement... After the mass, I met up with Darren and we both went to Parkway for dinner... Discussed about 'Alive' and a proposal for a new G2 T-shirt... then went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, but after a bath, I didn't feel that bad... completed KOTOR II and then went to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111390776647113094?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111390776647113094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111390776647113094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111390611641813449</id><published>2005-04-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:21:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*PHEW* What a week... Lets start on from Monday... The whole day was slack... recovering from the weekend that had just passed... Have been feeling very tired... Getting tired quite easily nowday... hahahaha signs of growing old? I hope not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just sms-ing Caryn he whole day... she is leaving for Shanghai with her parents and Grandma for a short holiday... which is also an opportunity for her parents to recce the place... They might all be migrating to China for a short period of a few years cause her Father has got an very good job offer there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday were both quite boring except for the times I was out with my Bro, Andy and his Girlfriend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today well, Started playing KOTOR II for long periods of time... just can't seem to put down the game... It's so interesting to actually play something where the choices you make and the way you speak to people affect the outcome of the game... Through out the week, I also have been trying to find a job... Yes I'm not a lazy and unmotivated as say I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also been trying to find out which Unis are accepted by the Singapore Nursing Board... Called them up and made a new friend... Jasmin Ng... She has such a lovely and mischevious voice... She asked me to speak to her boss the next day andthat's what I did... MRS ESTHER LIM... Supposed to be in charge of acedemic information... Knows absoultly NOTHING!!! Spoke to her and I don't think she actually THAT dumb, but she came across as that and it really annoyed me... The conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, I'd like to enquire about which Australian Universities are recognised by Singapore Nursing Board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello... We do not have a list of acredited universities like the Singapore Medical Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Why don't you ask your employer? You're not Singaporean? It's all up to your employer to see whether he accepts the qualifications...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh?! I AM singaporean... and I have asked the hospitals already... I've asked SGH and CGH, their HRs told me to contact the SNB for the information I seek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; OH! You Singaporean ah? Go ask your employer, they'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently not working for any hospital... I just ORD-ed and am looking to go overseas to further my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; OH... you never apply for job at hospital? Go apply then ask them... don't ask the HRs... ask the nursing staff. But you do have a diploma right? Enough already what... Your degree is only to advance your careea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, it's to advance me... I cannot apply for a job at the hospital cause if I take the job, I can forget about furthering my studies this July... I want to get my degree before I start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; You have a diploma already... why need degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello!! Whether I start with a diploma or a degree, is non of YOUR concern. All I need right now is information about which Unis SNB recognises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! Go ask the Hospital... You didn't apply to them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&gt;irritated voice&lt;&lt;/em&gt; I've already ask them and they asked me to call SNB!! What do you want me to do? I asked SGH and CGH and they told me the same thing!! To call the SNB! NOW, you're telling me to call them back to ask again?!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;nonchalantly&lt; We have no list what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to just go overseas, and come back with a degree I cannot use! Will you please find out for me the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah! Your degree would be a waste of time and money... You have a diploma already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you find out or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay... call me back tomorrow at this same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you very much! &lt;em&gt;&gt;click&lt;&lt;/em&gt; *hang up phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEXT DAY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello... I called yesterday about the information about Unis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.. I remember... Do you have Sydney in your list of Unis you applied to right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Sydney is one of the Unis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt;  Sydney is a popular Uni... the rest on your list not popular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not concern about whether the Uni is popluar or not, I'm concern about whether the Uni is accepted?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; You got Sydney already, go there lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; And what of the others like Edith Cowan, Griffith, Queensland, Flinders...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, all not popluar... Sydney is popular... go there lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I need to find out about the other Unis cause I cannot afford to go to Sydney Uni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lim:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;nonchalantly&lt; Too bad lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for your information!! &lt;strong&gt;*SLAM*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&gt;bang phone down&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!! I'm so freaking pissed with the Singapore Nursing Board for having these kinda people who are suppoed to take care of the nurses welfare. I understand now why there's a shortage of local nurses in Singapore... that's cause we are treated like dirt!! You need us so badly, and yet you want to treat us like crap!! If I knew this was the attitude of our very own Nursing Board, I would never have become a Nurse... I have this urge to migrate overseas where Nurses are actually APPRECIATED!! And where we actually have our interest taken care of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111390611641813449?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111390611641813449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111390611641813449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/phew-what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111320899163202491</id><published>2005-04-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:49:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun weekend... as always... but getting damn stressed... hahaha Met up with my bro at the esplanade for an interview... but alas, experience is need in the job opening... So I don't qualify, but my bro does... Ushers will be needed though... see how that goes, when there's an opening, probably I'll take the job... hahah Then we went to town for a meal at Cine BK... got the shock of my life when out of no where, Caryn popped behind me asking if the seat next to me was taken... I almost threw the Chicken Nibblet I had in my hand at her... reflex action... hahaha We then just went around window shopping... Got Caryn's ears pierced.. was quite a funny scene... then guy piercing her was trying to sound knowledgable until he realised that both my bro and I have piercings, then he just kept quite.. Caryn was almost crying, but didn't... so brave... however, she was in shock for a few minutes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left to go home, my bro and I went to Sempang to meet up with friends... Andre and Joanne didn't turn up, but Greg did... after a while, we left for home... damn tired man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was as usual, fun fun fun!! Went to church, Chris was around... he's one of the 3 founding members of G2... Really good singer and composer... Very nice guy... Had dinner with my Godson and then went home.. usually won't be home so early on Saturdays, but then again, sometimes it's good to be home early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also fun... Usually would have 'Alive' Practise, but today there wasn't... Mum forgot I was at home and didn't buy food for me, so I was like starving when I met up with Caryn. Ate at Mac's till my bro, Andy and his girlfriend came... We watched the Pacifier... Entertaining show... I give it 4 thumbs up!!! If I had that many thumbs that is... Went to watch BUTS in the evening...That's the Ballet Under The Stars if you guys are wondering what BUTS mean... I tell you.. I was in awe of them... so freaking good... makes me think twice about taking ballet already... losing confidence in myself... Suddenly so self-consious... very bad, but what to do... My skin is suddenly not so thick... i found out that there are many Musical and Dance auditions happening, but dunno if I can commit to them or not... sigh... SOrry Caryn... It's just in me to sigh.. kekeke Waiting for acceptance into Uni... I must get a job... Anyone's got any LOBANG??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111320899163202491?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111320899163202491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111320899163202491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/fun-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111298161949852478</id><published>2005-04-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:33:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't sleeping very well lately... dunno what's on my mind all the time... It's either I'm sleeping very late, or I have interrupted sleep... Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ice-skating today... Haven't been on the ice for 3-4 years already... apprehensive, yet excited... wondered how comfortable I'd be back on the ice again... After a few minutes on the ice, I became quite comfortable... Always felt that ice-skating was easier than inline skating... It was Caryn's first time on the ice, so she was freaking out... damn funny... She got motivated to skate because she saw this elder man skating quite freely with his wife and she said that she cannot lose out to an old man... hahahahah We were in awe of these 2 figure skaters about primary school age doing their routine like it was nothing... wow... impressive... I was too afraid to further my learning of figure skating so I just stopped at freestyle 1... Too scared to do jumps... hehehe SO here I am now.. lost all skill of figure skating... oh well... at least I got to experience it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My privacy was invaded by a group of girls.... Caryn told me that while I skated past them, they took photos of me... eeeewww... what kinda girls are these?? Voyueristic!! Caryn saw my photo on their phone and told me straight away... I know I'm a camera slut and all, but I'm only like that when I'm AWARE my picture is being taken...oh well.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with my bro at the pub, cause we were supposed to enter a pool competition together... the top 2 players will move on to the next round... after waiting like 2 hours plus, we were told that the game would be postponed till tomorrow... wasted trip?? Somewhat, so we made the most of it and started playing pool till late... Lynn, Zen, Bell and another guy came to join us later on and we continued playing... all freaking good players sia... scary!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111298161949852478?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111298161949852478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111298161949852478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-sleeping-very-well-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111280971560701889</id><published>2005-04-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:48:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days have been slack... Have been so unmotivated to do anything... I know I should get off my butt and do something, but hey!! Doing 'NOTHING' is actually doing something... technically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the boss of 'Clinique'... but she didn't pick up... called the whole day, and the next, but no answer... so I'm moving on... Mum and Dad have been acting weird... So 'nice', but can feel the tension... Doesn't help that I'm empathic...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro called me out after Caryn... hahhaa Both asking me... Okay lah... met up with my bro first, then went to shoot a little 9 ball to practise for the up-coming small competition at a pub... Together, the Brothers Lee can take anyone on... Then met up with Caryn, and we conducted a small experiment, which sorta failed... oh well, we'll see the results next time... Introduced Caryn and my brother to Cartel's Banana Fudge Milkshake... Caryn loved it from the first taste... hahhaah Then we moved over to Haagen Daaz in Holland V. to eat their Brownie... wah super 'rich' man... and we're all trying not to grow fat... hahahh The waitress was farney... actually caught one of them checking me out... maybe she found me familar... hahaha I always look like someone in everyones life... hmmm... common face?? I dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111280971560701889?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111280971560701889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111280971560701889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/these-past-few-days-have-been-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111280829041411033</id><published>2005-04-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:24:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday!!! Yay!! 'Alive' practise... trying my best to feel enthu about the whole thing. Today, both guy sections sounded so good... I guess we need some people so that we actually sound full... hahaha After practise, went down to Cineleisure to meet up with Caryn, my Bro and Esther, but when I got there, my Bro told me that the venue had changed to Plaza Sing.... Don't mind it at all... somewhat better... We watched 'House Of Fury'... Nice show, I actually enjoyed watching a Chinese Movie... hahaha Lucky there were subtitles, otherwise, I'd be totally lost... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduced Caryn to the 'Hot Chocolate Cake' at Starbucks... She totally loved it... Just as I had forseen.. hehehe The FORCE is strong with me... hehehhehe Accompanied her to Raffles Place MRT before we went our separate ways... If only she lived closer... hahahha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and was speaking to my Mum about some family issues... It makes me so frustrated to feel or even see my family slowly breaking apart and I am powerless to stop it... Why!!!??!! Is it so difficult to working things out and come to a compremise? Oh they can say, 'Pride can eat ah?' Then, why is everyone so proud?! So FUCKING proud that probably serious injury or even death of a loved one might not even bring us back together... why?!! Why is this being allowed to happen?! I pray for the family to grow closer and I see the family growing further.... SIGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111280829041411033?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111280829041411033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111280829041411033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-yay-alive-practise.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111246210525116948</id><published>2005-04-02T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:15:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired!! I was chatting with Caryn all night... hahah It was so fun!! It's been sometime since I've actually spoken on the phone with someone for such a long period of time... She is such a lovable person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like around 11+... felt so much better...a little groggy, but happy... heheh Spent sometime with my Mummy just slcaking in front of the TV watching rubbish, and discussing some stuff... Got down to church and was quite worried cause my throat felt weird... scared that I couldn't reach the higher notes which I normally can reach... oh well, just leave it in God's hands... Oh met up with Mabelline... She was my blind date... hahahah Imagine, a blind date, and you meet up in church for mass... hahahahah So fun! She such a bubbly person... so much energy, like an energizer bunnie... Just talking and joking around... Too bad she had to go home for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't practise any songs today... Instead, I had a committee meeting to iron out a few things going wrong... Need to reflect on what direction I'm gonna take in this current situation... sigh... Argh!! Need to sleep... okies... cherrios for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111246210525116948?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111246210525116948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111246210525116948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-tired-i-was-chatting-with-caryn-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111237105335137867</id><published>2005-04-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:01:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target=_new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A GOLD Dragon Lies Beneath!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abednarz.net/dragons/drgold.jpg" border=1 alt="My inner dragon color is GOLD. Click here to try the Quiz!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner dragon is the most honorable of all. I enjoy shape-shifting, humans, and the occasional crusade to save the world. I'm what you might call a Draconic Knight. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111237105335137867?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111237105335137867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111237105335137867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/gold-dragon-lies-beneath-my-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111237163073229867</id><published>2005-04-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:07:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Inner Dragon is the most honorable of all. Golds are the third rarest of all the dragons (after Platinum and Chromatic dragons) and have a station in society that reflects their rarity. You are what one might call a Draconic Knight. Golds live by a strict code of chivalry and commitment. Remember Draco? Yep, Gold Dragon. Your appearance is fearsome and all-mighty but you'd never stoop so low as to bring any harm to a human. As a matter of fact, that's strictly contrary to your code of conduct. You're one of only two dragon types that is aligned "Lawful Good" and is proficient in the use of magic and spells. If you're curious, the other is Platinum, the King of the Dragons. Your piety, beauty, wisdom, and inner strength are absolutely without parallel.But of course, being a Gold Dragon isn't all high ethics and codes. You like to fly around scaring things, advise humans in their affairs, and shapeshift. Strike that, you LOVE to shapeshift. And you're great at it. In fact, if you're a Gold on the inside, you might be a Gold on the outside, too - just in human form. Your favorable attributes are honor, chivalry, truth, kindness, gold, mining, protection, wisdom, bravery, and trustworthiness. You might be a bit too trusting of humans at times, but they're just kids compared to you. If anyone threatens your humans or tries to kill you, you could strike back with your breath weapon - Fire. But then, no one's tried anything that stupid in the last couple thousand years. After all, you're about 54 feet long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111237163073229867?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111237163073229867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111237163073229867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-inner-dragon-is-most-honorable-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111234555729170923</id><published>2005-03-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:54:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MUST get a job... I'm so idle at home, it's disgusting... Called Waffles Wu's Clinic, the famous Plastic Surgeon, to see if I could intern at his clinic... He refered me to this lady named 'Sheila'... Sounded like an old lady that had just woken up from a nap... she was speaking so slowly, it made me so aggitated... How can anyone take like 2 minutes just to ask 'MAY I HELP YOU?' It was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hhhheeeeellllllooooooo, *2second pause* Mmmmmaaaaaayyyyy IIIiiiiii *2second pause* HhhhhHhhhheeeellllllpppppppp YYYYYyyyyoooooouuuuu?" Wah Lau eh!!! Oh my freaking God!!! Can you like speak faster?? Like take it up a notch?!! Painful experience... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went down to Sue Agency at Lucky Plaza... It's a Nursing Agency where they help nurses find jobs... Adelene gave me the number, so that I could check it out... when I was there, I was treated like I didn't know anything... Like I was this stupid fool who couldn't understand English very well... Sigh... turning into a bad day... In the end, I didn't register with the Agency, but I didn't try for a job selling facial products.. "clinque" products to be exact... should be starting on Monday... Hung out with my brother and Caryn for most of the day, just walking around shopping for stuff... Meet Sueann at Cinelesiure, she was there with her Ex... sent Caryn to the MRT, then my brother and I headed back to Tampines to meet up with Andrea and gang... Got into a small accident, but my Brother and I weren't injured at all... looks like army training actually has some use in life... Chin Tuck and Roll... Parachute jump... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, all of a sudden, I developed a fever... what the hell man!! Out of no where, I become sick... Eugene sent me home, I took some pills and went to bed... Feel so crappy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111234555729170923?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111234555729170923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111234555729170923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-must-get-job.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111234380525823505</id><published>2005-03-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:23:25.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 11+ toady... shiok man... My mum made 'Kong Bak' so that my Dad and I could have it for lunch... damn nice... Wake up late, to good eatings... what more could someone ask for... hahahaha Met up with my brother and then we went to cut our hair. Don't really lik emy hairstyle right now... like somethings wrong with it, we then went down to ZOUK... MAMBO baby!!! Damn fun!! Met like so many poeple there, there were like 3 differnt gropus of friends there all having a good time... After that, we adjourned to Serangoon for prata... hahhahaha my table was super moisy... fun fun fun... Love nights like these... just chionging with friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111234380525823505?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111234380525823505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111234380525823505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/woke-up-at-11-toady.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111211223578215328</id><published>2005-03-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T00:03:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today would have been my first day working at 'Naughty By Nature' as an image consultant, but I turned the job down... cause it required me to sacrifice church, which I'm not prepared to do. Oh well, it was a fun thought though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back in school today... somethings have changed, but some are still the same, for example... Miss Chu-ee Ai Lian still terrorises the students, lecturers are quite clueless and Bee Hoon is still 60cents... ehheeh The Legion Of Mary however, is flourishing... I'm glad that it did not die when I graduated. Now there's a room specially for them... so cool... thinking of 'visiting'. But the travelling distance is somewhat a hinderance to me... lazy to travel that far... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, I was quite weirded out, by stares from people... You know, the kind where when you walk past, eyes meet and heads turn. Then when there isn't anymore angle, we go our separate ways. Usually I'd smile, but somehow today I was just weirded out... lol... I think it's just me... hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at 'Times' bookstore looking for a particular text book... This youngish teen attened tome and was like super friendly, spoken and nice... then when he couldn't help me anymore, he got this senior person to attend to me... it was this Malay lady who was completely rude to me, then when I showed disapproval by raising my voice a bit, she spoke to me like I was a child... I'm the kinda guy who trys not to have unnecessary confrontations, so I just said thank you and left... Music and prayer really calms the soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me to help her cook dinner this evening, was chopping the potatoes when she came in and took over, cause she felt very 'ger rum' as she observed me chop them up... hahaha funny... as I grow older, I rediscover my parents as people and no more of that authoratative figures... They're more 'human' nowdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I met up with Gus at SAFRA Tampines for a swim... I tell you, if he didn't ask me to join him, I'd be idle at home... I'm really blessed to have a friend like him around... Very shag... need sleep... I think it's enough of ramblings today... stay tuned... tomorrow... silence... ehehehehehehh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111211223578215328?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111211223578215328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111211223578215328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-would-have-been-my-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111200751033740272</id><published>2005-03-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:58:30.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes!! Finally can enjoy myself without thinking of having to go bcak to camp the next day or something... AHHAHAHA Now the next big step woudl be getting a job... but lets get throught Holy Week first yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Mar - Maundy Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when Jews have their passover meal... A tradition from the time of Moses... In church, we had this recreation of the passover meal done by G2, my choir... very fun and meaningful.... the evening ended with a 1 man play about the Cruxifiction done by this theater group called 'Radix'... A very powerful play... not for the young... Although it was a good 'prayer meet', some others had weird and farney reactions to the whole thing... Very surprising behaviour... only those who were there know what I'm talking about... I'm just gonna leave it like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Mar - Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting and Abstanances... Had the Veneration of the Cross at 3pm... G2 was singing for it... Anyways, today is the day Jesus dies for us... Weirdly, it didn't not rain this year... usually at 3pm or so, it would rain or drizzle... but this year, it didn't happen... bad feeling... heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Mar - Holy Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bad thing I did today... I didn't go for the Easter Vigil... Felt that I needed to stay home to accompany my mum... went swimming with Gus... It was a good chance for me to catch up with him... he's like an older brother to me... Then stayed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Mar - Easter Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass with my parents after a long while of going on my own on Saturdays... I enjoy going with them, but because of the 9.15 am choir, it's a chore for me to be there... had brunch with them and went back to church for 'ALIVE' practise. The tenor section soundded weak today... only Jon Lim, Brandon, Daniel and I were around... Difficult to be heard above the other sections who outnumbered us greatly... plus with people show difficult, nonchalant attitutes, it was even harder... need to pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111200751033740272?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200751033740272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200751033740272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-finally-can-enjoy-myself-without.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111200582928994703</id><published>2005-03-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:32:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a  style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORD LOH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="centre"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111200582928994703?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200582928994703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200582928994703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/ord-loh_23.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111200537687014482</id><published>2005-03-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:22:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars." - Henry Van Dyke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun... Palm Sunday mass, but was feeling quite dodgy... maybe I was still tired from Friday's shenanigans... Just tried to act as cheerful as possible, but feeling a little unwell gets to you... After mass was the usual practise, then moved to Beer Garden to eat... didn't feel like eating so I just walked to Cheesecake cafe with Brenda and Brandon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I ended up at Macdonald's eating ice-cream with Darren and Jude... lol... got home, took a long hot bath then headed to bed... Really feel dodgy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Mar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went the Australian fair with my Mum... Killing 2 birds with 1 stone... Spending time with my Mum, and getting my application in to various Unis... Applied to let see, University of Murdoch, University of South Australia, University of Wollongong, Edith Cowan University, University of Queensland, University of Melbourne, Griffith University, University of Technology (Sydney) and University of Sydney... 9 Universities... 2 gave me an acceptance letter on the spot. University of Sydney and University of Murdoch... see which other universities reply me... now it's just a waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my grandma's birthday in the eveing with a 10 course dinner... The usual family drama unfolded and the usual squbbles amongst siblings... I talking about my Dad and his siblings... farney bunch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111200537687014482?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200537687014482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200537687014482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day-be-glad-of-life-because.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111200358563432265</id><published>2005-03-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:53:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An interesting week I must say... Was bored and so signed up for 'Blind Dates' on Class 95... Didn't think I'd get shortlisted, but lo and behold... Yaz called me up on Sunday while I was asleep. Very surprising, yet quite annoying cause I was half asleep and dreaming about something good... can't remember what it was but I know I was annoyed with being woken up by my ringtone... So the dream must have been good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Mar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today just to go down to camp... Felt that I needed to settle my clearence... Got quite a shock to see that my whole camp was deserted 'cept for the duty personel... Actually did settle some stuff but was quite grumpy due to the fact I could have slept till a later time and come to camp whenever I wanted... Anyways, went home and just slacked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Mar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only interesting thing the happened was the 'Blind Dates' thing on Class 95. Spoke to Jaslyn on live radio and somehow, compared to the others, I was asked slightly more difficult questions, but who cares, it's all in the name of fun... Seems like a nice girl, hope I made a good impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Mar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been slacking at home for the past 2 days... on occasion would just go out to roam around... Had to be at Kranji camp to do my dental checkup. It's the last check before I leave the army. My Dad sent me to Yishun MRT and when he left, I found that I had left my wallet and camp pass at home... wasted like $12+ to take a cab home and another 1+ hrs of travelling to Kranji camp... sigh.. what to do... careless... Found that my friends already have jobs and me? What am I doing? Slacking on my arse... it's all good... I waited like 2 hours for the dentist to see me, and when he did, he just checked my teeth for like less then 20 seconds before he said I was done... WHAT??!!! 2 freaking hours of waiting, for a job done in less than a minute... It's horrible how the SAF treats their soldiers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was relaxing at home, then Smurf called to say that we had to go back on Friday to do SOC... 6 more days and I'd ORD and what stunt are they pulling?? Do SOC or clearence won't be signed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, went to church for penetential service, then headed bcak to camp to sleep over... Spoke to Jaslyn again Live, and my buddies in camp were making so much freaking noise it actually got picked up by my phone and broadcasted on radio... Guessed I answered some questions too honestly... hey I just went for Confession!! I'm not gonna be dishonest just to be picked by her... Guess I said something wrong cause I wasn't picked to continue on the 'show'... oh well... fell asleep, then Yaz called me to ask if I was alright... funny girl... then asked if it was alright if Jaslyn got my handphone number... Seems like she WAS interested after all... hahha lets just se where it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Mar - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, only 6 stupid idiots turned up... me included... I knew I shouldn't have gone, but Smurf still has a month plus left, so it's important that he pass... The rest of the 5 were just there to pace him and help him pass... Farney situation... We got the signatures, then we all got into Poh's car and went home... But somehow, we all stopped at the EXPO for the Adidas Warehouse Sale... super crowded, but great buys... Found that Cheryl and Francesca were working there, but failed to get further discounts... wasted... hahahahah horrid right? I bought these sneakers for $40, usually they go for $100+... very good buy I must say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111200358563432265?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200358563432265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111200358563432265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/interesting-week-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070312650466197</id><published>2005-03-11T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:38:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up motivated today... planned to go for a swim, then to the gym, then go for a makeover photo shoot at 'NAUGHTY BY NATURE'(NBYN)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim got cancelled, cause I was procrastinating so I just went to the gym... While waiting for my Brother, I ate this hot chocolate cake and had a vanilla latte... farney right... go to the gym and work out and come out to eat something so fattening... hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo shoot was fun man... My brother and I just enjoyed ourselves posing and exzasperating the staff... ahhha Just before we left, I was offered a job at Naughty By Nature to become an image consultant... I might consider it maybe part-time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post a few photos... all in all, there were 180 photos... good right... FREE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111070312650466197?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070312650466197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070312650466197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/woke-up-motivated-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070492163458530</id><published>2005-03-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:09:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6907.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6907.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buay Song LOOK!!!!!!!&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/6848525-111070492163458530?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070492163458530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070492163458530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/buay-song-look.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070445383094771</id><published>2005-03-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:03:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6904.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6904.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu go LEFT, I go RIGHT!&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/6848525-111070445383094771?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070445383094771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070445383094771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-go-left-i-go-right.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070442684693154</id><published>2005-03-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:04:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6883.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6883.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers LEE poster!!!&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/6848525-111070442684693154?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070442684693154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070442684693154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/brothers-lee-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070440263484662</id><published>2005-03-11T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:04:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6601.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See who's more of the camera slut!&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/6848525-111070440263484662?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070440263484662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070440263484662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/see-whos-more-of-camera-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070436144086603</id><published>2005-03-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:05:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6564.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6564.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers LEE&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/6848525-111070436144086603?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070436144086603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070436144086603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/brothers-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070432461268387</id><published>2005-03-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:05:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6664.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6664.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SO HIM to have a toy! Agree?&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/6848525-111070432461268387?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070432461268387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070432461268387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-so-him-to-have-toy-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070429442235929</id><published>2005-03-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:06:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6834.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6834.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thinking pose!!&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/6848525-111070429442235929?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070429442235929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070429442235929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/thinking-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070427661159645</id><published>2005-03-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:06:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6826.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6826.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me OLDA bruddA!!!&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/6848525-111070427661159645?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070427661159645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070427661159645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-olda-brudda.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070423069129956</id><published>2005-03-11T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:06:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6870.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6870.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&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/6848525-111070423069129956?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070423069129956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070423069129956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070417441481603</id><published>2005-03-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:06:56.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6855.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6855.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft look...&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/6848525-111070417441481603?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070417441481603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070417441481603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/soft-look.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070414898945092</id><published>2005-03-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:07:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6631.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The STAR in me!&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/6848525-111070414898945092?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070414898945092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070414898945092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/star-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070412477525139</id><published>2005-03-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:07:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6633.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6633.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO Hairstylist!!&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/6848525-111070412477525139?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070412477525139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070412477525139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-so-hairstylist.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070408795242760</id><published>2005-03-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:07:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_6606.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6606.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd look THAT goo din a TURTLE NECK... &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/6848525-111070408795242760?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070408795242760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070408795242760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/didnt-think-id-look-that-goo-din.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070271120147241</id><published>2005-03-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:31:51.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 4th of Feb was the start of my clearing of leave from NS... hehehe so happy man... Just waiting to ORD now in about 2 weeks time... I did absolutly NOTHING from Monday to Wednesday... just slacked at home!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, my OC treated the whole Coy to dinner, then a few of us went down to Parkway to play pool, then 4 of us procceded to Smurf's house for a game of Mahjong.... Yeah!! Won like dunno how much... hhehehe it's all credit... so fun.. whole night long... got home at 8am, slept, and only woke up at 6pm for dinner... then around 11pm, went back to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111070271120147241?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070271120147241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070271120147241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/4th-of-feb-was-start-of-my-clearing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070231775407285</id><published>2005-03-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:25:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day : "When we avoid teh legitimate suffering that result from dealing with problems, we also avoid the growth that problems demand from us." - Scott Peck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Feb - 3rd Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atec Stage 2... MY LAST OUTFIELD!!! NO MORE!! After this, can finally relax... can ORD!!! YAY!!! All in all, it was a fun exercise... just enjoying myself in the vehicle navigating and trying hard not to 'die' in this war-game... Got killed in the second misson, and after that, it was just drive to a location, cook noodles and slack... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The de-kit day... just dismantling all my stuff and keeping it so that I can bring it home... We left the camp only to be called back to help out a friend who lost equipment in the field... just that 1 thing and he'd be going to DB (detention barracks) a sorta jail in the military... Lucky thing we found it and we all went home in high spirits... What's more is that, my older brother came home... He wanted tohang out with me... in the end, we ended up having dinner together my MUM, older brother and me... I knew it made my Mum happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... I got back my cheerfulness going to church today... Did a solo singing 'Take Up Your Cross' as the recessional hymn... nerve-recking, but an achievement non the less... So happy with myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111070231775407285?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070231775407285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070231775407285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day-when-we-avoid-teh.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070130327462931</id><published>2005-02-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:08:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing really special happened this week, except that I became famous to the whole battalion in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me having COS duty on Monday... It was supposed to end the next day after a briefing by my RSM... During the briefing, he was having a heated arguement with the CSM of LION COY about a small issue, and seeing us infront of him, we became immediate targets to vent his anger on. Oh well... take it lah... but being one of the two higher ranked duty personel, he pick on both of us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small patch of grass at the rear of my COY line, had dried leaves (not filled, but just 3-4 leaves), my RSM shouted at me saying that I didn't ensure that my men did the area cleaning... I explained that due to the fact that most of the commanders were on leave, I didn't have the means to be everywhere at once, but dismissed my explaination and gave me extra duties... He told me that if he didn't see me continue doing duty till Friday, I could forget about my weekends till I ORD-ed... That really pissed me off to be treated so unfairly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I called my Dad up to view my options... My Dad by the way is a retired Colonel in the SAF... He made some calls and suddenly my RSM came barging into my CSM's office screaming and shouting... It seemed that my Dad not only mentioned the unfair treatment I was getting, but also the incident with my CSM and me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at the RSM briefing, he was such a freaking pussy... suddenly all nice and telling me to have a nice day and shit... I mean the previous day he was like all over me, screaming and shouting... and when suddenly he knew who I really was, he told me to 'HAVE A NICE DAY!!' sigh... this incident has made me a 'STAR" in the battalion... seems like my diamond horse status has come out again... There goes my low profile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111070130327462931?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070130327462931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070130327462931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-really-special-happened-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-111070013076596055</id><published>2005-02-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:48:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Lets see... this will be a weekly update... Have been quite busy and lazy lately... I think it's the ORD mood I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to camp and waited to have the OC interview I was supposed to have 2 weeks ago... It seems that my OC has been very busy, most probably avoiding me. It's kinda good cause I've been thinking about the matter for quite sometime... Although it was wrong and everyone's advising me 'kill' the bugger, I just don't have the heart to... So, I really need to consider this carefully... The headache it's giving me is extremely annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sueann's 19th birthday and Rachel's 21st birthday today... Wished Sueann over sms, cause of all the stupid things I gotta settle with the vehicle... As for Rachel, she's a little to ready to cling to people nice to her, and that scares the shit out of me... just wanna avoid unnecessary problems, so I just didn't bother wishing her... Missed her party she organised last Saturday too... just too bad I guess it coinsided with my Older sister's birthday party... hhhehehe *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Niah Niah's (Older Brother) 30th birthday today... wished him over sms, cause he's busy and can't come home, so I stayed in camp... Oh well, he most probably spent it with Esther or something... Wish that he spen a little more time at home so that Mummy has at least one thing less to fret about. The OC interview, hasn't happened yet... have been trying to catch him, but he seems to always have an escape route... hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! Had the OC interview, and talked to him... It's bad that teh more I talk about the incident, the more I just don't wanna crucify the bugger... Got advised to talk to mmy CSM to see if he apologises... I know that my OC doesn't wanna kill him too, so I talked to CSM, and just left it as that... sigh... wonder if it's the correct thing to do... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems strange that I'm not very happy on a Saturday... usually it's a good feeling, but it's just weird today... not happy, sad or anything... just this melancholic day I guess... strange... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go&lt;br /&gt;Scream my lungs out&lt;br /&gt;And try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go&lt;br /&gt;There's just no one &lt;br /&gt;that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only&lt;br /&gt;my only ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : "Perception is reality to the perceiver." - Jude D. McCoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Adelene turns 23 years old... She's one of the girls I keep close to me... Somehow, she's someone I can really feel safe talking to... quite weird that it's a legitimate platonic relationship with a girl... very rare... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-111070013076596055?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070013076596055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/111070013076596055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836843280465947</id><published>2005-02-14T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:18:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a freaking nice long break... after full troop exercise, I really needed a break from army life... hmmm... lets see... I have 27 working days left in the army... excluding leave... so... hehehe doesn't sound so bad does it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long break... started on friday the 4th of Feb... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Feb - night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to China Town with my older brother to see the interesting stuff they were selling before Chinese New Year... Bought this traditional costume and was hit on by the this feminie guy named, Alex... He was just going on and on about how good I looked in the clothes... A bit freaky... *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?" - Jean Jacques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was great... went to Novena in the late afternoon and met up with Charissa, who was selling chocolate vouchers to raise funds for her school... Didn't see her when I walked into Novena cause she was sitting in a corner talking to this elderly lady selling tissues... Very sweet girl lah this Charissa. Hung out with her around Orchard making her my model as I was trying to find something nice for my sister who's birthday's tomorrow the 6th of Feb. Got to church around 4ish, just in time for practise... Always love singing in church with G2... My family in church... don't know what I'd do without them around... maybe live this boring life... eeee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't stay for after mass practise as my sister was celebrating her birthday with friends tonight and she wanted me around. SO... I went home and helped her celebrate her birthday... ehheeh so fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's 25th Birthday!! HAPPY HATCHDAY SIS!!! Just spent the whole day at home helping my mum bake pineapple tarts... mmmm... yummy!! I got for my sis an anklet... I know she likes it cause she's been wearing it since I gave it to her... The whole family had dinner at AROY's, this thai resturant in Siglap... really good food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a cohesion program at East Coast in the afternoon... a total waste of time I say, cause nobody wanted to be there, but was forced anyways... even my CO didn't want to be there... what a joke man... anyways, got home in the evening and slacked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting thing thats went on today was the Peranakan Mass I attended in the evening with my family... It was so weird that I could follow the mass... weird... I could see though that other considerablely younger peeps at the mass were lost... noticed that there was this cute girl sitting a few pews in front.. suddenly out of no where she took out a camera and started taking pictures of the priest (Fr Chan)... what a funny thing to do during mass... very rude also... Oh well... caught up a little with Sylvia who I bumped into after the mass outside church... Found out that she would be joining me as a nurse... she's currently in year 2... what a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th &amp; 10th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of visiting done... I can safely say, I'm afraid of boys from aged 3 to 5 years of age... I don't know all these nephews suddenly saw me and started attacking me... Like there was this sign on my forehead that said "DESTROY ME NOW!!" Tiring man... I know that they're just kids, but man... violent ones... I think it retribution from God cause my cousins said I was something like them when I was younger... hmmm... It was really fun meeting up with the extended family... since I'm older, I feel so much more welcomed when I get greeted with hugs from them... Before I didn't feel that way... now it's different... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlighten." - Tao Te Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to find my parents having a small arguement with each other... and suddenly, my sister was dragged into it somehow and everyone around was in a foul mood.. I don't like waking up to stuff like this... espically since I can more of less anticipate a quarrel from the way I observe the answers given... It's like a quarrel would not happen if sharp retorts weren't given when unfavorable answers were given... sigh... went to see my Godpa and Godma... then went for ASH WEDNESDAY (Friday) MASS... met Cheryl and Clare who were in my cathecism calss last time... Combine Choir was sung horribly as out of no where we were given scores so tha twe could sing in parts... *ouch* painful experience... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Saturday again... after mass was prayer meet... Looks like this year it's a prayer support group thing rather than the prayer buddy thing we have had for some years... And guess what, I'm the leader of a group... Group 5 to be specific... Group members include inno particular order, Nicole, Mic, Emms, Daniel and Me... Every week, each group has a task to perform... something like a Lenten Sacrifice each week... this week teh group's tasking is to "DRESS SIMPLE"... meaning No accessories, Gel or fancy clothes... This is to remember those who are not as fortunate as us to have extra money to get accessories and fancy clothes to wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day... had Easter Concert Practise in the afternoon, then played pool with Joanna, Spruyt, Jon Lim and Brenda... Getting quite close to Spruyt... He seems to look up to me in a way... welll that's what I feel anyways... A funny guy who's been somewhat violated by a gay guy watching him bathe at a public swimming pool... poor guy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Feb - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all... Fot those who have hot dates, enjoy... For those who don't, don't worry, your time will come... The end of my long break from army... need to go back tonight... sian like *$@#!!! Well, it was good while it lasted.. Was talking to friends who have ORD-ed already... they said that Army is a 'firwall' for relationships and girls... they'll only be able to get through after ORD... funny how that might actually be true... oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110836843280465947?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836843280465947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836843280465947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-such-freaking-nice-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836890189655725</id><published>2005-02-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:15:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0199.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0199.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearer view of me in the outfit!! VERY CINA right??!!!&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/6848525-110836890189655725?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836890189655725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836890189655725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/clearer-view-of-me-in-outfit-very-cina.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836884452787088</id><published>2005-02-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:14:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0187.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0187.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My Daddy... &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/6848525-110836884452787088?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836884452787088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836884452787088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-and-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836896017330826</id><published>2005-02-14T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:17:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0198.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0198.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother... closest he'll ever be to priesthood? More like looking it?? hmmm....&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/6848525-110836896017330826?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836896017330826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836896017330826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-older-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836881728429949</id><published>2005-02-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:13:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0183.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0183.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year!! Me and my Mummy!!! Don't I look spiffy in this outfit?&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/6848525-110836881728429949?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836881728429949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836881728429949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year-me-and-my-mummy-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836875797720687</id><published>2005-02-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:12:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0182.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends sho will stick together...&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/6848525-110836875797720687?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836875797720687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836875797720687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-sho-will-stick-together.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110836868503955422</id><published>2005-02-14T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:11:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/IMG_0181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_0181.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friends relaxing in front of the TV... and there's me bring blocked by Mel!!!&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/6848525-110836868503955422?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836868503955422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110836868503955422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sisters-friends-relaxing-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693345933898648</id><published>2005-01-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:30:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are." - James Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day... The group of us commanders went out of camp for lunch... Sushi Buffet!! We had it at Heeren and had a blast stuffing ourselves... finding that we ordered a tad too much, we started play a number game, the loser will eat a piece of sushi... so in the end, we finished everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked to Cineleisure to play pool... Paul brought Amanda... She and I had a short relationship that made things clear to me... It was becasue of her I started this blog... It was the time she decided to go back to her boyfriend and not be with me... painful, but an experience to say the least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110693345933898648?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693345933898648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693345933898648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day-men-do-not-attract-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693228869976424</id><published>2005-01-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:11:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this whole week, the Scout are NOT supposed to be involved in anything... however, S2 had this bright idea to send us out to bash a route from teh top of Lim Chu Kang till area A... intentions are good, but we all don't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 3 Armoured vehicles that moved out, 2 got into trouble... Gin's vehicle, sunk into mud adn got stuck... then when his vehicle got out, he threw a track inwards... suay like dunno what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vehicle on the hand, threw a track outward... at least I had fun just hanging out in the field...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110693228869976424?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693228869976424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693228869976424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-this-whole-week-scout-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693249565117792</id><published>2005-01-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:21:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/forest.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/forest.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a scene from a horror movie where something is gonna jump out anytime!! Serene but....&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/6848525-110693249565117792?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693249565117792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693249565117792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/looks-like-scene-from-horror-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693258338663410</id><published>2005-01-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:22:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Log.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Log.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic with the freaking log that caused my vehicle to throw it's track... &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/6848525-110693258338663410?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693258338663410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693258338663410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/group-pic-with-freaking-log-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693265651400275</id><published>2005-01-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:22:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/big%20spider.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/big%20spider.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common spider found in the jungles of singapore... they don't sting and are very tough critters... &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/6848525-110693265651400275?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693265651400275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693265651400275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/common-spider-found-in-jungles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693279129115406</id><published>2005-01-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:23:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/log1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/log1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut a stump from a tree to lift the vehicle to one side so that the track could be fixed back in... after we cut, this is the result... THE TREE BLED!!!!!!!!!!!&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/6848525-110693279129115406?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693279129115406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693279129115406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-cut-stump-from-tree-to-lift-vehicle.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693284273377675</id><published>2005-01-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:23:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/log2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/log2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up of the oozing substance (sap) which looks like blood..&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/6848525-110693284273377675?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693284273377675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693284273377675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/close-up-of-oozing-substance-sap-which.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693051808841076</id><published>2005-01-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:02:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "We're always getting ready to live, but never really living." - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing the early part of the day... just helping my mummy bake Chinese New Year goodies... so fun... went to church and found the choir so young... suddenly feel old man... thought I'd leave early during the after mass practise, but decided to stay the whole way... responsibility?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to Porky's chalet, when I got into the cab, Smurf called me and said that he was at the busstop opposite and he just saw me get in... so I picked him up and wehn to meet the others at Tampines Mall first... Met up with Tapy and Gin, then the 4 of us took a cab down to Netheravon Resort Chalets in Changi... Had fun cooking up a storm at the BBQ... hehehe... I make a great Chicken Wing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started playing Mahjong, after 1 round, the group of us decided to take a walk to Changi Point to look at Bahpoks... so... Smurf, Tapy, Gin, Rachel, Paul and I walked to the Specific carpark... walking along, suddenly I heard Paul cry out 'Jiu Ming Ah!!' I turned around and saw that 4 Bahpoks had Paul in various locks asking him questions and making him molest them... hahaha it was hilarious... we went back to  the chalet and continued to play another round of mahjong... Got home only at 7ish in the morning... hehehe so fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from a deep sleep... found that I had only 5 hrs of it... okay lah... enough... today I got a platoon chalet going on... Rachel invited herself and asked if I could accompany her to the chalet cause she didn't know how to get there... Cannot make it man... At the chalet, she made a move on me, but I was more interested in opening a mahjong table... heheheh seriouly fun time man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110693051808841076?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693051808841076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693051808841076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day-were-always-getting-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110693105567338102</id><published>2005-01-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:59:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commanders who were around at the chalet... All the cool cats of the battlion...&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/6848525-110693105567338102?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693105567338102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110693105567338102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/commanders-who-were-around-at-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110692819105650082</id><published>2005-01-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:03:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th Jan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved outfield in the evening and Lagered at some mosquito infested area of Lim Chu Kang( Oh!! HAppy Day!!)... Had to wait for the orders to be passed down before the 'real' mission can start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Jan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning the mission orders were given... was briefed on the different drop locations and carried then out to the tee... Was to be followed by the rebro vehicle, but but due to the fact that THAT driver and vehicle commander really sucked at navigation, they lost their way... morons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the 'drop' location, dropped the teams and moved to the 'vehicle hide' somewhere on 'Temple Hill'... A freaky place with an old abandoned chinese temple... creepy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redirection....*static*... Orders.... *static*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of the mission... surveillance on axis... Suddenly there was comms that my S2(My direct boss) was returning to unit... hmm... so... the whole night, the comms were silent cause there wasn't anyone to comms information to... hmm... useless if I do say so myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Jan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning... tired... full of mosquito bites... smelly and angry... orders were given by my Platoon Sergeant to Linkup with all teams and return to unit... and not to bother about the 'mission' already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to unit, bathed and slept till book out... taking leave for friday cause we all just don't wanna be in camp anymore... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110692819105650082?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110692819105650082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110692819105650082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/18th-jan-moved-outfield-in-evening-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110692721507403823</id><published>2005-01-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:46:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... what's going on today?? Well, it's just a prep for the outfield my platoon will be having from tomorrow till thursday afternoon... Not very sure who's gonna attack this time... doesn't matter cause I don't need to know... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110692721507403823?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110692721507403823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110692721507403823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587602334041350</id><published>2005-01-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:47:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "Everyday, God gives us the sun - and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything... " - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got woken up by Dad today... I believe my parents are very happy to see me... Aren't all parents like that? I'd like to think so... It had been one of those weeks where I had not been home for the whole week... Just didn't have time to come home during the week like I usually do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a meeting in church... now today's Easter Concert meeting was disheartening... from 13 down to only 6 of us... sigh... Got a call from Sueann telling me to bring hot men to her work place nearby and that she hadn't had anything to eat since morning... Being the really nice guy I am, I bought food for her and delivered it to her after my meeting... Found that Joanne also worked there... cool... Really haven't seen you guys since a few months ago.. really miss you all... Went for Mass and then went to RISEN CHRIST Church to support 2 o fmy choir mates taking part in 'Risen Christ Superstar', a singing competition to raise money for charity... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their group was called 'Immature Balls'... They went crazy up on stage man!! It was such fun just screaming out lungs out supportimg them... My Padawan, Jude and The sax man, Zach... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110587602334041350?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587602334041350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587602334041350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day-everyday-god-gives-us-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587141541931403</id><published>2005-01-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:30:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday till Thursday was quite eventful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the start of a series of outfields the platoon would be having over the span of the month... Tuesday was quite a stupid outfield... lasted from 1pm till around 7ish pm... a complete waste of time if you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday on the other hand was another thing... I am the NEW VC (Vehicle Commander) of 54 A... an ATTC (All Terrain Track Carrier) affectionately known as a 'Bronco'... I very fun experience... but on Thursday, I almost lost my life... Whilst moving on to a location, a rock lodged itself into the left rear track wheel, causing the vehicle to throw the track... The 'Bronco' skidded from left to right on a track flanked by ditches on it's left and right... If the vehicle skidded into any of the ditches or for that matter overturned, I would have lost my life... However, I believe the Hand of God came down and prevented my demise... Somehow the vehicle stopped and my driver and I were just left a little shaken... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was just very shocking... hopefully I nobody has to go through that... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110587141541931403?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587141541931403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587141541931403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/tuesday-till-thursday-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587152923417385</id><published>2005-01-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:34:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the helmet on... &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/6848525-110587152923417385?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587152923417385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587152923417385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-with-helmet-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587157703545152</id><published>2005-01-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:34:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the driver's seat... Of cos I don't drive it lah...&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/6848525-110587157703545152?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587157703545152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587157703545152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-drivers-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587160726247453</id><published>2005-01-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:34:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image005.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image005.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing on the roof!!! &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/6848525-110587160726247453?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587160726247453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587160726247453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/relaxing-on-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110587054561003573</id><published>2005-01-10T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:04:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "Take a chance! All life is a chance. The man who goes the furtherest generally is the one is willing to do and dare." - Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird today... Woke up at around 10.30am... without any interuptions... truely weird... usually we'll get woken up for a roll call at around 7.30am.. but today up till 10.30 and there still weren't anyone 'checking' on us... hmmm... Like what's going on man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was just the few of us sleeping the day away... super unproductive but good... heheheh love it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110587054561003573?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587054561003573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110587054561003573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day-take-chance-all-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110586984751594753</id><published>2005-01-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:04:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta lunch to attend... All the Christmas Pageant people were meeting at Fish &amp; Co. for lunch... so fun... after the lunch, I went to play a little pool with Darryl... Taught him some stuff... He's got quite a good foundation... will be an excellant player if he practises more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mum and my sis, and we headed to Niah Jeff's house to celebrate Jonathan, his youngest son's birthday... Wow man.. Haven't met up with EXTENDED FAMILY for such a long time... all the aunties and uncles were around... so cool... As usual Niah Adrian and NIah Randall were their funny selves... found that I can actually talk to them more nowdays... Think becasue I'm growing up... Proceeding to another level... hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I had to go back to camp tonight... so sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110586984751594753?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586984751594753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586984751594753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/gotta-lunch-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110586999541391201</id><published>2005-01-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:07:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Ian.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Ian.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che che Yvonne's son, IAN... Totally loves the camera!!&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/6848525-110586999541391201?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586999541391201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586999541391201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/che-che-yvonnes-son-ian.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110586936070096421</id><published>2005-01-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:56:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up today and felt quite restless... oh well, maybe it's gonna be one of those days... Went for lunch with Mum and my sister and bummed into Melissa... She looks good... Still that perky self... totally love that in her... Couldn't make it for before wedding practise... made it to church only like nearing the end of the wedding... Managed to sing like 2-3 songs and found that I was the only Tenor around... Come on lah Tenors!!! Like my cousin said, we older ones cannot hold the fort everytime there's a wedding to sing for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the first meeting for the Easter Concert... the turnout was quite inspiring... Then before mass practise... found that I was the only Tenor without medical problems plagueing their singing abilities... sians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass headed to Melissa's (My sister's Ex-classmate) house for a small gathering of friends... So fun to meet up with them after so long... They are my OTHER choir... Love them to bits... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110586936070096421?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586936070096421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110586936070096421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/woke-up-today-and-felt-quite-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110473951096306676</id><published>2005-01-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:10:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "If better is possible, then good is not enough." - Julian Harden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a Funeral Wake/Epiphany Mass at St Theresa's Chapel of Repose... GII was asked to sing for it... It was upsetting to the girl in the choir and I'm sure some of the guys too... However, it was funny why a mass would be held in the chapel with the body when there was a similar mass going on in the church next door... Isn't that a bit/very wrong?? I know it's a hard time for most people, but that's NO excuse to fashion a mass at another venue for I dunno... I'm just guessing here... convienience sake? Oh well... I guess people do make mistakes... somehow today felt like a drag... didn't feel like doing anything at all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I met Charissa at the St Theresa's canteen and she introduced me to her MUM... I've never met her before so I tried as best to make a good impression... yurp... I think I did a lousy jod, cause I made NO impression... Damn!! I guess NO impression is better than a bad one... hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the church there were these 2 very nice people who offered us a lift to Great World City from St Theresa's cause it was raining... Such lovely people.. it's people like these who shows that the world isn't as crapped up as it's seems to be... Thanks a bunch &lt;strong&gt;Poh Chan &amp; Felydia&lt;/strong&gt;, a retiree and Math teacher from Nanyang Girls High respectively... Had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan, Jasmine, Priscilla, Duane&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Gerald&lt;/strong&gt; at Kenny Rogers in Suntec... Then left for home... Thought I'd feel better after a nap, I did feel a little better, and just slacked my evening away after dinner... &lt;br /&gt;Only found out/remembered that Genevienve invited GII to her house for dinner later at night when I was reading her blog... OUCH!!! No wonder I felt as if I missed something important this evening... *sigh* sorry Gen... I missed out on your great party... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This added to my already feeling *blue*... why am I feeling this way? Have I once again tapped into my empath ways... I used to be able to experience the feelings of the people close to me and feelings exudating from intense emotion when I was younger... Then lost it when I joined the Army... Suddenly I'm getting it back??!! I don't want it back!! I had enough of feeling what others feel!!! It dampens the spirit and tires the soul... And the only person that can help is ME... ARGH!!! I know I sound crazy/weird, but I know myself quite well... Maybe that's why I'm so suited to be in the Healthcare Industry... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110473951096306676?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110473951096306676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110473951096306676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-of-day-if-better-is-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110473960114805416</id><published>2005-01-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:07:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/lunch.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/lunch.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 SERVINGS OF MACARONI &amp;CHEESE!!! YUM!!!&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/6848525-110473960114805416?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110473960114805416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110473960114805416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/2-servings-of-macaroni.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459504489297317</id><published>2005-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:57:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rush!! RUsh!! Rush!!! just rushing about getting my costume ready for tonight... Somehow my costume seemed a little budget seeing as I'm gonna go in toga... but low and behold it turned out to be quite nice... I didn't think I'd look good in a toga... hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Theme Party at Edmund's house was a BLAST!! Totally awesome... Was just taking photos and having fun... Ended the party with an all night pool session in Edmund's receational room... so envious of him man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lot of us who stayed back left the house at around 7am... I headed straight home, had a bath, hit my bed and woke up at 3ish... slightly refreshed, but still tired... went for before mass practise and found that Jonathan and I had to carry most of the tenor parts... well, mostly Jonathan casue of last night, my voice was a little hoarse... Mass was somewhat of a drag cause the choir was very dead... Quite a bad start to the new year, but hey... there will be better day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was just thinking to myself during my self reflection... Don't really know how other people are celebrating the new year... amist all the tragedy and destruction... As 2004 ended with such a dismal way, I can't help but wonder how 2005 will be like... Starting of the year still in the mist of chaos... Lives being lost... Loved ones missing as the tide rushed in and back out to sea... Will things get better or is this a preview of what's gonna happen in the near future? More destruction and chaos??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things will only get better... the only way is up since everthing has hit the floor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110459504489297317?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459504489297317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459504489297317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/rush-rush-rush-just-rushing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459512231949412</id><published>2005-01-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:04:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GII all dressed up!!!&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/6848525-110459512231949412?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459512231949412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459512231949412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/gii-all-dressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459518570915928</id><published>2005-01-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:04:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Anthony and Cleopatra?&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/6848525-110459518570915928?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459518570915928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459518570915928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/marc-anthony-and-cleopatra.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459533156466186</id><published>2005-01-01T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:05:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/DSCF0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/DSCF0036.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Warrior Frocliking with Sheep??!!!&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/6848525-110459533156466186?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459533156466186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459533156466186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2005/01/roman-warrior-frocliking-with-sheep.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459322454124112</id><published>2004-12-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:27:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "I shall tell you a great secret, my friend.Do not wait for the last judgement, it takes place everyday." - Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent enjoying my bed at home... heheh just didn't want to get up at all... but eventually had to cause GII was invited to sing for a celebration mass for the alterboys in the church... It was quite a nice mass but... BUT I was the ONLY yes ONLY tenor around... and they had to break into parts forcing me to blare abit cause otherwise my part would be totaly drowned out by the many basses around... stress man... but fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110459322454124112?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459322454124112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459322454124112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/quote-of-day-i-shall-tell-you-great.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459227913036438</id><published>2004-12-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:12:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a farney day... woke up for a roll call and found my encik pissed off like we've never seened before... He was screaming 'WHERE'S MY COMMANDERS!!' a few sentences of profanities and then decidd to vent his rage on item he could get his hands on... stools, a small box-like structure were all not spared... they were totally destroyed... then he gathered everyone together and said that if he ever did that again, we must stop him.. WTF??!!! Like who'd even go near someone in that state... crap sia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh If you're wondering if it was the commanders who pissed him off, it wasn't... it was is storeman who didn't do his job which made my encik pissed... He was shouting out without even noticing that most of us were on leave... stupid sia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the few of us in camp didn't get the memo that we could clear our off this whole week meaning that we didn't and we were... sian sia... so we banded together to process our leaves and off for Thursday and Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a somewhat slack... in the morning we were conned into going for a 3 km run and then in the evening, there was a run for the specialist conducted by my RSM... a few of us smoked out way out of it and then book out... ON LEAVE ALREADY!! YAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came to fetch me from Lot 1 and then I found out from him that today was the day that Swee and Adrian was coming over to visit... I must say that it was the first time I actually joined in the conversations... I guess the topics discussed were of interest ot me as well... Oh yah... met Adrian's younger sister Charissa who is this sweet 13+ year girl from IJTP... too bad she isn't allowed to go out that much, otherwise I'd like to hang out with her... a really out-going girl with a 'taste for life'... how I got this first impression don't ask me... I just had it... heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110459227913036438?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459227913036438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459227913036438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/tuesday-was-farney-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459270277969979</id><published>2004-12-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:18:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Charissa.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Charissa.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's Younger Sister?&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/6848525-110459270277969979?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459270277969979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459270277969979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/adrians-younger-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459115034821874</id><published>2004-12-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:52:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: "It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about." - Dale Carnegle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday... weekend's rest day... recovery for teh happenings of the weekend... Totally beat... wen tto meet violet for lunch then met up with my sister in Tampines Mall... she was going to get get her nails done... I waited with her as she was getting her nails done and everybody at the nail parlour thought I was her boyfriend... but when she clarified that I was her brother, it activated something in the grils working there... they all started blatantly flirting with me... oh well... heheh gotta go back to camp today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110459115034821874?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459115034821874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459115034821874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/quote-of-day-it-isnt-what-you-have-or.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459064199135408</id><published>2004-12-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:44:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* Sleepy... but happy... Got woken up by my sister cause my mummy wanted the whole family to attend mass together since it was the feast of 'The Holy Family'... oh well.. it's an agonising mass with St David's choir at the helm... ouch to the ears... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm happy today cause Christmas Eve to Christmas was a blast and today GII wil be carolling in church... YAY!! I left mass early to join the rest of GII at 3 sea ave... they were all warming their voices up... It was so freaking fun just carolling and enjoying ourselves as a 'family'... We were carolling from 10am till around 2pm in church... so fun... then a few of us started doing 'beatbox'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hungry, we all went to pasta mania at Parkway, then played pool... It's a little sad that they didn't allow some us in cause they were under 16yrs... oh well... who are we to go against store policy... still, it was a really fun day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110459064199135408?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459064199135408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459064199135408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/yawn-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110459251168632025</id><published>2004-12-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:16:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/choirtenors.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/choirtenors.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NORMAL GII....&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/6848525-110459251168632025?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459251168632025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110459251168632025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/normal-gii.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110407207575859595</id><published>2004-12-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:41:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS EVE!!! YAY!!! SO HAPPY!! It's finally here!! THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!! Frantically finishing up whatever I had to prepare for the pageant, christmas gifts and whatever loose ends I had... didn't even have time for a meal... only had dinner in the evening with my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to church late which made Poch a little edgy... butterflies in the stomach I guess... The pageant brought the house down... My character made the church laugh, even those in the choral section of the pageant laughed even though they had seen my act that way for like so many times... The mass was alright only cause the choir was so crappy... tarik here and there until the congregation could follow the songs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, everyone of us G2 peeps proceeded to Jonathan Chia's place for THE Christmas party of the 2004... everyone were just exchanging gifts and taking photos with each other... so normal at a G2 gathering... somewhere during the party, everyone was listening to Gerald telling farney stories, then Jazryl took my Suit Jacket and put it on... I think she was feeling chilly... After a while we all when into the house and started opening presents... so cool to do these kinda things with friends... Dozed off for a while... about 1+ hrs, and saw that since it was daylight, I took a cab home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 8ish, took a bath, came out of the toilet and my parents told me to get ready for mass... attended mass at 9.15am with them, and had to sit through the agonising sounds of St David's Choir... a festival of songs being tarik to the max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, had my annual lunch at my grandma's house, which had my brother and I dozing off periodically... got home and instead of sleeping, I cleaned my room... crazy right... only got to sleep at around 4ish, woke up at 8ish for dinner, then watch soem DVD's with my brother, only go tto sleep at 1ish... super busy CHRISTMAS!!! BUT I LIKE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848525-110407207575859595?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110407207575859595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110407207575859595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve-yay-so-happy-its-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848525.post-110407962429387560</id><published>2004-12-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:50:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/640/Image005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/Image005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of plates eaten!&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/6848525-110407962429387560?l=whatamatafaka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110407962429387560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848525/posts/default/110407962429387560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamatafaka.blogspot.com/2004/12/number-of-plates-eaten.html' title=''/><author><name>tony82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13205902227834968953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/1366/320/IMG_6631.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
