<?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-7917008</id><updated>2012-02-28T12:28:34.956+08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Rawf'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>A. Story n' C. -heesy Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3397229679987099142</id><published>2012-02-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T01:29:33.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendzoned then a Flirt...</title><content type='html'>It has never bothered me in the past. But I almost lost the girl I love thanks to a whole new degree of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being comfortably friend-zoned by female friends is fine with me (I really just wanna be friends), getting judged by others as a flirt, is really hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3397229679987099142?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3397229679987099142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3397229679987099142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3397229679987099142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3397229679987099142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2012/02/friendzoned-then-flirt.html' title='Friendzoned then a Flirt...'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5747419327613223814</id><published>2011-12-04T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:53:05.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Quick Break</title><content type='html'>Felt like blogging throughly with all the happenings in the past few weeks... but I don't think I have the time to type an extensive one. Reserving all the typing and brain juice for my final report and an upcoming paper this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know previously I was excited about schools and stuff. But hey, I said studying is fun... exams are not. Exams often call for judgement. It determines the permutations of you being stupid, smart, lazy and hardworking (however you like to mix and match them, choose 2). Tough love huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 5 minutes on this. Back to work...&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/7917008-5747419327613223814?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5747419327613223814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5747419327613223814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5747419327613223814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5747419327613223814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-break.html' title='Quick Break'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3187053735333379953</id><published>2011-11-21T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:04:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Gift Guide 2011 - Apple Store (Singapore)</title><content type='html'>WTH. What's with all this beautiful gadgets and accessories? Almost of all them appeals to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill me now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/sg/browse/holiday"&gt;Holiday Gift Guide 2011 - Apple Store (Singapore)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:13px" href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk"&gt;'via Blog this'&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/7917008-3187053735333379953?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3187053735333379953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3187053735333379953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3187053735333379953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3187053735333379953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-gift-guide-2011-apple-store.html' title='Holiday Gift Guide 2011 - Apple Store (Singapore)'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1738832399162987537</id><published>2011-11-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:27:33.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Willis and Runxi's Wedding</title><content type='html'>It's rather hard to believe, yet it happened already - the wedding of Willis and Runxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We like to ask you if you can be our Emcee for our wedding..." Willis's words still ring clearly in my head though it was back in&amp;nbsp;February. And here, it's been nine months and the eventful took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second wedding of a friend that I've attended, of someone close to me. But in terms of friendship and going way back, this would be the first. And because I go way back with both the groom and the bride, there is this unexplainable fireworks of happiness I feel for them. I know the two of them individually and personally. Still, who would have thought they'd be together, but yes, here we are: they did, not just boyfriend and girlfriend but husband and wife now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love they have for each other, the way they adore each other, the way they put up with each other's shortcomings and work around it. Yes, there's hope for love after all. Perhaps it does exists in this world, here I witness one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most touching scene during the wedding would be the solemnization and exchanging of vows. Runxi's mum cried, the bridemaids teared, and to be honestly, I was holding back as well. There is this quiet, tranquil magic that's taking place (at least for me), and everything just kind of freeze in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the special moment that will stay with us forever, a moment that we all shared together, witnessed and partake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ECNn-pF7o/TsDQS45Xm3I/AAAAAAAABbU/EY194uOi7Ow/s1600/297408_10150946948555188_785490187_21988001_1645601745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ECNn-pF7o/TsDQS45Xm3I/AAAAAAAABbU/EY194uOi7Ow/s320/297408_10150946948555188_785490187_21988001_1645601745_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1738832399162987537?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1738832399162987537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1738832399162987537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1738832399162987537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1738832399162987537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/11/willis-and-runxis-wedding.html' title='Willis and Runxi&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ECNn-pF7o/TsDQS45Xm3I/AAAAAAAABbU/EY194uOi7Ow/s72-c/297408_10150946948555188_785490187_21988001_1645601745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3324688594431428165</id><published>2011-11-04T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:48:02.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's New Layout</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. This new dynamic layout is pretty interesting huh. It's nice to see Google changing everything (it also goes to see how much application ties in with Google). But nonetheless, it's for users like you and me, visual appeal is always important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been able to blog for a month now. Couple of assignments to do, and more just came in last night. Managed to build a website from scratch (website portfolio assignment), under the guide of a video. I typed every single coding from scratch, and I must say it's rather fun to do. And the satisfaction of looking at your end product is&amp;nbsp;immeasurably&amp;nbsp;fulfilling. As usual, during submission, there's always a couple that will do&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;extraordinary with their assignment; one of my classmates used Flash for her assignment, and it turned out really nice. It has some interactive effects and the whole graphic design is rather appealing. This is what you get when you know our classmates have a background of what you are studying. It usually puts them in a better position rather than me, a chemical engineering diploma holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we will be doing a 30sec Ad storyboarding. Shall see which hidden gems have more stunts to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are a fun lot. The dynamics of the class feel really good. Each of them are fun loving, spontaneous. I heard about how bad and selfish a part time studies class can be, but it really seems different here. I must be really lucky I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3324688594431428165?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3324688594431428165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3324688594431428165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3324688594431428165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3324688594431428165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-wow.html' title='Blogger&apos;s New Layout'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8562623565229506810</id><published>2011-10-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:03:18.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>To you...</title><content type='html'>It's a rough move... but I sincerely hope you have been well, all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8562623565229506810?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8562623565229506810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8562623565229506810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8562623565229506810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8562623565229506810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-rough-move.html' title='To you...'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8999189811502345408</id><published>2011-10-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:42:27.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pasta Making</title><content type='html'>In addition to the earlier post that I've just made, the activity we did together before the farewell was pasta making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather tedious process considering that there are pastas to be bought from the shelves. However, making them straight out from flour is rather interesting. Of course, the workshop is being led by one of our colleague, who's a queen at cooking. We followed her instructions accordingly; mixed, kneaded and prepared the dough. Naturally we seek her opinion to see if the dough is kneaded to the right texture for processing; it's not like we are able to tell in just an hour's workshop. These things needs some experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZevYv5CKJs/TonU4y7Df0I/AAAAAAAABZ8/axpEMPMMFVc/s1600/IMG_1888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZevYv5CKJs/TonU4y7Df0I/AAAAAAAABZ8/axpEMPMMFVc/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's boiling and preparing some of the side ingredients for the Pastas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTWG6PJDnIQ/TonVCNGmq2I/AAAAAAAABaA/Y4kJozujMxo/s1600/IMG_1889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTWG6PJDnIQ/TonVCNGmq2I/AAAAAAAABaA/Y4kJozujMxo/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of kneading dough&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBGV7jJofk4/TonVC47eR0I/AAAAAAAABaE/Q3PpqRCI8bc/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBGV7jJofk4/TonVC47eR0I/AAAAAAAABaE/Q3PpqRCI8bc/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Layering the mixtures and dough topped with cheese for our Lasagna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GejY_3aC6UY/TonVDoD59tI/AAAAAAAABaI/7bGy6j1t5CE/s1600/IMG_1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GejY_3aC6UY/TonVDoD59tI/AAAAAAAABaI/7bGy6j1t5CE/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, spaghetti, is rather tedious and a bit handful to work on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTRSf74kByU/TonVGU0UHLI/AAAAAAAABaM/fZuvNpSgAq4/s1600/IMG_1893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTRSf74kByU/TonVGU0UHLI/AAAAAAAABaM/fZuvNpSgAq4/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Careful hands on Ravioli.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's quite delightful to do such a workshop with my colleagues. It was fun, and everyone enjoyed the process. It's very nice to see this side of my colleagues; usually they are just stressed up and fully coped with work. On this day, they casted work aside and let their hairs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Class, I didn't manage to try any of the pastas. And I heard it was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8999189811502345408?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8999189811502345408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8999189811502345408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8999189811502345408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8999189811502345408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/10/pasta-making.html' title='Pasta Making'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZevYv5CKJs/TonU4y7Df0I/AAAAAAAABZ8/axpEMPMMFVc/s72-c/IMG_1888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8095409622808269030</id><published>2011-10-01T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:42:13.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Today marks the farewell of 4 of my colleagues; 3 are leaving the workplace, while 1 is transferring out of the department. Though I didn't manage to work with them that closely (like on a daily basis), I still feel really sad that they are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people whose faces you know that they will be there. These are the people you kind of look up to, especially knowing where they come from. I think that they are amazing people. And it's really good that they are moving on to further 'better' themselves. They had stayed for quite some time already. This is a good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video had to have that "soulful" song; made everyone feeling emo, some of us teared. It's not like physically much that we have done a lot together. Even if there is, it's more like work matters. Yet, there is this bond, this feeling that lingers. And more so apparent when we are faced with the idea of having to miss someone, now that the person is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more heartening to hear all of them saying that "No worries. This is not "Farewell". It's "See ya around." Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hugs and smiles, we spent the last day altogether...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8095409622808269030?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8095409622808269030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8095409622808269030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8095409622808269030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8095409622808269030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1329891093105609095</id><published>2011-09-24T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:41:54.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful that I can afford the things I have and will be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes certain things are considered a luxury, and still I will self persuade myself to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant really put this conflicting feelings into words now. Though it's my own money, I'm feeling really thankful somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1329891093105609095?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1329891093105609095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1329891093105609095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1329891093105609095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1329891093105609095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-942013933834824522</id><published>2011-09-21T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:42:04.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Don't love a girl till she feels like you are like a caring doting elder brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-942013933834824522?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/942013933834824522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=942013933834824522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/942013933834824522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/942013933834824522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8991729781382607449</id><published>2011-09-12T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:42:19.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Siyan's 24th</title><content type='html'>Forecast-ed a month before and planned for it, we celebrated Siyan's 24th Birthday at Todai, Marina Bay Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todai, is a buffet&amp;nbsp;restaurant, with Korean origins. I was pretty surprised that most of the staff working there are Koreans. It's like as though we have a mini Korea right in the heart of Singapore. While having many other foreigners here, I had least expect to see many Koreans here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for more details on Todai, you guys can refer here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaisingapore.com/"&gt;http://www.todaisingapore.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why we are fond of this, but for Siyan's birthday, it always ended up as a surprise more, than a planned party. Well, it's planned, just that he isn't aware and all of us (god, are we actors or what.) just pretended that we were ignorant that his birthday is around the corner, and that we were doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is within the plan to have Karen to bring him out and have their lovey dovey time. And we just pretended that we are going to have a meeting, which "incidentally" crashed with the dinner. So the surprise is,&amp;nbsp;viola; we show up at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliché? &amp;nbsp;Well, I think classics work the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was surprised to see us alright. Our "supposed" conversation leading up to the "meeting" cleared his doubts, which he initially had on us; expecting a surprise coming. I thought it was a bit over done, but Willis' overdoing of things happened to convince him. So that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I"m halfway through using this new blogging interface, and I must say that I quite like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic concept of the Restaurant, revolves around Korean, Western, Japanese and Chinese cuisine. The focus happen to be on Japanese (I wonder why, when it's of Korean origins) food. So yeah, there were lots of sushi, sashimi and those exotic crab leg, oysters and all those around. It works up to quite a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh82UaEZtjw/Tm2-TgretWI/AAAAAAAABZc/QHTbvhvcpkQ/s1600/309734_10150800031475188_785490187_21043776_1219519268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh82UaEZtjw/Tm2-TgretWI/AAAAAAAABZc/QHTbvhvcpkQ/s320/309734_10150800031475188_785490187_21043776_1219519268_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5Vu3PUKrdg/Tm2-R7wFPCI/AAAAAAAABZM/XT3yos5pCDI/s1600/294329_10150800032130188_785490187_21043783_456982524_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5Vu3PUKrdg/Tm2-R7wFPCI/AAAAAAAABZM/XT3yos5pCDI/s320/294329_10150800032130188_785490187_21043783_456982524_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRpnBglNHn8/Tm2-UMSoAgI/AAAAAAAABZg/NPQ-S73uwOY/s1600/310389_10150800031985188_785490187_21043782_316727361_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRpnBglNHn8/Tm2-UMSoAgI/AAAAAAAABZg/NPQ-S73uwOY/s320/310389_10150800031985188_785490187_21043782_316727361_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lhTql3l6s0/Tm2-SUtXF3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/VSLl7xCNPvk/s1600/296209_10150800033190188_785490187_21043795_612044769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lhTql3l6s0/Tm2-SUtXF3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/VSLl7xCNPvk/s320/296209_10150800033190188_785490187_21043795_612044769_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbL7Oomjf7k/Tm2-WTix8BI/AAAAAAAABZ0/LkaNFXYNJu4/s1600/339529_10150800048290188_785490187_21043949_6206704_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbL7Oomjf7k/Tm2-WTix8BI/AAAAAAAABZ0/LkaNFXYNJu4/s320/339529_10150800048290188_785490187_21043949_6206704_o.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, the food is nicely presented and rather well prepared. It may be a buffet that's slightly pricey than the average ones out there, but I think it's still rather alright; considering what they offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So after dinner, we had a good walk around MBS. For many of us (I think), it's our first time there. so we had a little walk and soak up the moonlight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The breeze was good. The night was cool. City lights are at their best, painting a beautiful landscape, softly reflecting upon the sea surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ0EKU6xEP0/Tm2-VdoMBQI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZQOG5e7EXmM/s1600/315884_10150800040040188_785490187_21043853_1770237680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ0EKU6xEP0/Tm2-VdoMBQI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZQOG5e7EXmM/s320/315884_10150800040040188_785490187_21043853_1770237680_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite landscape shot for the night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJnRNTgUNEo/Tm2-V1AcWyI/AAAAAAAABZw/bUzQDAi1T7o/s1600/320749_10150800042185188_785490187_21043877_1349803716_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJnRNTgUNEo/Tm2-V1AcWyI/AAAAAAAABZw/bUzQDAi1T7o/s320/320749_10150800042185188_785490187_21043877_1349803716_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the walkway, along the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqyczogYRIc/Tm2-UhAV6TI/AAAAAAAABZk/9OB_Xo5_UnQ/s1600/313199_10150800042815188_785490187_21043885_1602348983_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqyczogYRIc/Tm2-UhAV6TI/AAAAAAAABZk/9OB_Xo5_UnQ/s320/313199_10150800042815188_785490187_21043885_1602348983_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking along in the sea breeze.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rather timely, we walked in just about the right time for the water fountain show t ostart. suppose that's a rather nice way to end the night. Here are some shorts are were took. Taking pictures and recording a video at the same time proved to be rather difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyB_QrS2gXA/Tm2-S27IqlI/AAAAAAAABZU/Y7JAhom4XOw/s1600/298679_10150800046055188_785490187_21043925_898148105_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyB_QrS2gXA/Tm2-S27IqlI/AAAAAAAABZU/Y7JAhom4XOw/s320/298679_10150800046055188_785490187_21043925_898148105_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TWm5M9M3G8/Tm3DyU2cHlI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JVtil7SRnTQ/s1600/293239_10150800044770188_785490187_21043903_2025216144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TWm5M9M3G8/Tm3DyU2cHlI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JVtil7SRnTQ/s320/293239_10150800044770188_785490187_21043903_2025216144_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG4s_oEjUjw/Tm2-TGeOp2I/AAAAAAAABZY/EL8KrnH_o1U/s1600/308049_10150800044460188_785490187_21043898_1940274143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nG4s_oEjUjw/Tm2-TGeOp2I/AAAAAAAABZY/EL8KrnH_o1U/s320/308049_10150800044460188_785490187_21043898_1940274143_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, so that's roughly the closure for the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKerfYFPe_g/Tm2-UzgAYsI/AAAAAAAABZo/uEdYK63LjxQ/s1600/315309_10150800035060188_785490187_21043814_1243068617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKerfYFPe_g/Tm2-UzgAYsI/AAAAAAAABZo/uEdYK63LjxQ/s320/315309_10150800035060188_785490187_21043814_1243068617_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To our little brother, Ngoh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: This new blogger interface allows quick upload of photos. Now, I am really liking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8991729781382607449?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8991729781382607449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8991729781382607449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8991729781382607449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8991729781382607449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/09/siyans-24th.html' title='Siyan&apos;s 24th'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh82UaEZtjw/Tm2-TgretWI/AAAAAAAABZc/QHTbvhvcpkQ/s72-c/309734_10150800031475188_785490187_21043776_1219519268_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Marina Bay Sands Hotel, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.28437 103.8599</georss:point><georss:box>1.2823855 103.8574325 1.2863545 103.86236749999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6784124372567061106</id><published>2011-09-12T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:54:25.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>I've been through 3 failed relationships, and have been single for about coming to 3 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that if it's been failing 3 times, maybe the problems lie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe I do have a problem after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6784124372567061106?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6784124372567061106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6784124372567061106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6784124372567061106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6784124372567061106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2265659121973593887</id><published>2011-09-06T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:37:50.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realized that I have totally missed out on blogging in August. I think things did get a bit busier in Aug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, I'm rushing through with getting my bike license. so I had practically spent my time clearing the redundant theory test that I have to go through (third time now), despite the fact that I actually have a Class 3 license already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I've been telling people; it's a pain in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officially, I'm a student with UWA now. Doing Comms Studies. Think I don't feel that officiated as a student till classes really start? That would be in late September. I will be changing the info on my FB to "Studies Communication Studies with University of Western Australia". Pretty cool ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do feel lagging behind, seeing all my friends completing/completed their degree. So with doing this, I do have some consolation of some sort. But of course, that is secondary. Primarily, I need the degree to venture out in the world. I need a Comms study to veer into a different field than my diploma. I guess this does serve me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful that they are running a part time course for Comms Studies with a prestigious school. The initial ones that I found were not that fascinating in terms of ranking and global recognition. Rather timely I would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money is a pinch, or will be a pinch. Definitely will dive deeper with money woes when I go over to Perth to study. i think that's a huge move; going out of my comfort zone, borrowing such an amount of money and all. But hey, I think it's worth while. I will pay back (with interest though I hope it's at minimal).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one step at a time. We will see how thing goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2265659121973593887?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2265659121973593887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2265659121973593887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2265659121973593887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2265659121973593887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1971543871941772352</id><published>2011-07-27T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:29:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this abstract from the Berita Harian...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Dr Tony Tan, speaking at a public lecture at SMU on 19 July , says that Singapore citizens need to be prioritised in higher education at universities, polytechnics &amp;amp; ITE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean we, the Singaporean Citizens weren't prioritized all these while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's quite nerve wrecking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1971543871941772352?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1971543871941772352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1971543871941772352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1971543871941772352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1971543871941772352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-saw-this-abstract-from-berita-harian.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6539433440955995467</id><published>2011-07-27T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T03:04:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one...</title><content type='html'>There can never be a "the one" can there? It's a difficult thing to decipher and a mysterious thing to fathom.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So how do you know you have found that special someone? Does the person clicks with you automatically? The person shares the same opinion as you? Or everything just miraculously falls together? I suppose many would hope so. Haha. Then this whole ball game of "love" will turn simple wouldn't it?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Back then I might have said a different thing, I thought of a simple perfect situation where everything gels together nicely. However, things really don't work that way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think finding the one is about finding one who can tolerate and be accepting of your flaws. it's easy to be accepted when things are going smoothy, no hurdles to overcome and nothing to solve. But the in face of obstacles, how you actually react to it, will reveal your flaws. Till then, can your other half still accept you having seen that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It maybe impatience, cowardice, apathy, or even, violence. These are flaws. And they are not accepted. Of course I'm not talking on the level of abuse and sorts. But what I have mentioned, may be one of the reality that you might see. Can your other half tolerate that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay. it's hard to blog in a train. And I can't tilt to landscape to type this. So I'm going to halt and stop my thoughts. Typing like this is kind of pissing me off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6539433440955995467?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6539433440955995467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6539433440955995467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6539433440955995467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6539433440955995467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/07/one.html' title='The one...'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5028825534312664071</id><published>2011-07-26T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:05:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple - MacBook Pro - Technical specifications of the 13-inch model.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/sg/macbookpro/specs-13inch.html"&gt;Apple - MacBook Pro - Technical specifications of the 13-inch model.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone tell me why I shouldn't get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if it's about Macbook, I've pretty much self persuaded and convinced myself to buy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5028825534312664071?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/sg/macbookpro/specs-13inch.html' title='Apple - MacBook Pro - Technical specifications of the 13-inch model.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5028825534312664071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5028825534312664071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5028825534312664071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5028825534312664071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/07/apple-macbook-pro-technical.html' title='Apple - MacBook Pro - Technical specifications of the 13-inch model.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6384463913756935194</id><published>2011-07-25T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:04:08.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple - iOS 5 - 200+ new features for iPad, iPhone and iPod touch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/sg/ios/ios5/"&gt;Apple - iOS 5 - 200+ new features for iPad, iPhone and iPod touch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the new iOS5, I kind of think there isn't a need to jailbreak my phone any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the features are a rip off from Android's and a few other platforms, I think it's definitely handy. And I look forward to use such convenience on my iPhone 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6384463913756935194?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/sg/ios/ios5/' title='Apple - iOS 5 - 200+ new features for iPad, iPhone and iPod touch.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6384463913756935194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6384463913756935194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6384463913756935194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6384463913756935194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/07/apple-ios-5-200-new-features-for-ipad.html' title='Apple - iOS 5 - 200+ new features for iPad, iPhone and iPod touch.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1415176154413834804</id><published>2011-07-22T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:58:12.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and so the rituals for my grandma's fully complete now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still hard to think that she's actually not around any more. Her passing is just too sudden. The family had plans to to take grandpa and her out on holidays. We actually planned a visit this June, and she even organised and made it mandatory that we all go back to Malaysia to celebrate grandpa's grand 70 birthday. There were so much plans, so much to look forward to, and so much more laughter to be enjoyed, and suddenly, she's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma's a loud and vocal person. The family always jokes that people will always know that she's coming; her voice will reach the venue before she actually did physically. My grandparent's place is always lively with her around. She would make smart, funny and comical comments just to about anything she lay her eyes on. Because of her loud personality, the Chinese neighbourhood around her place all knows who she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a known fact that grandma's deeply concerned about us, the grandchildren. She would fuss over us, making sure that we're okay. Well, the list goes on. Think of her as a typical grandma with a loud and bubbly personality, that's why she really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a recent account, I remembered how she was concerned about my safety even though she's living miles away. I love water sports, and she knows I do. And the irony here, she's totally against water sports; thinks that it's too dangerous and risky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened was that she got news that the boat going towards Pulau Redang flipped midway, while travelling from the mainland. And the whole boat was carrying Singaporeans. On that, she immediately called my mum to ask where I was. When I learnt about this call at night from my mum, I did gave a small chuckle to say that I'm fine  on the outside, but I was so touched. You don't have to say much about how much you love a person; with just a simple phone call as such, I know how much my grandma loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma makes the best food in the whole world. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that, and not because she's my grandma so I'm biased. I'm quite a food connoisseur so I do have a sense and mouth for good food. With that said, I think she really makes quality and mouth watering food. And it's not just the family who loves her food, the neighbours and friends would request her to cook. They say the food she makes, has a unique taste than outside. That's how good my Grandma is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many memories of her that I don't know where to quite start from. These memories are mostly from my childhood as I did spend a number of my holidays in Malaysia when there's no school. It's nice to be fussed by her. Haha. She knows how much I love curry and she always say how much she enjoy looking at me devouring what she made. Although I don't see the enjoyment of looking at me stuffing food into my mouth, still I liked that she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to know that my cousins are having good dreams of her. It's dreams of her being happy, in bright light and being at peace. That's a really good sign for us, a Buddhist family. I seldom dream so I guess I can't give much of a personal account. But my cousins had dreams of her catching up with them and eating with them; I thought that was really nice and we know she's good in the afterlife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I can't believe that I'm still tearing when I think of her. Thought it should be better since it's like 50 plus days since her passing. But it's alright, the family's not grieving nor mourning cause we know that she's in a good place. We keep her in memories, joke about the past, the things that she did and everything. Fond smiles are always seen when we talked about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...that's my beloved Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1415176154413834804?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1415176154413834804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1415176154413834804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1415176154413834804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1415176154413834804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7587931378884046991</id><published>2011-06-28T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:48:39.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm I'm not trying to prove anything here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I realize that I do cringe and feel really uncomfortable when I hear bad English. Yes, it has developed to a point of being somewhat anal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like wrong usage of grammatical words, putting "s" to places where they don't belong, wrong usage of past tenses in sentences where it shouldn't be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not totally error free, but I think I'm less prone to all these. And not because I'm good at it; rather I think I make a conscious effort to be mindful of what I'm saying, and correct or check upon myself when I've used it the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone should do this too. Given our education, we do have some standards with our English. Sometimes, our verbal use of such, gives ourselves away as having poor language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just a thought. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7587931378884046991?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7587931378884046991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7587931378884046991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7587931378884046991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7587931378884046991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmm-im-not-trying-to-prove-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7670460482526064269</id><published>2011-06-27T16:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:27:54.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WS-SfpLsc/TghGJhbMnfI/AAAAAAAABTw/uwoZHgSIyEY/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RP has a fine dining restaurant called "Olivia". It's basically a real life restaurant yet it's monitored and tutored like that in class. So yes, the Chefs and the wait-ers/resses, are all students who is taking a diploma in such course.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting? Yes, it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they offered a 3 course meal and will serve you throughout, I thought it was kind of a fun experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mind you, they serve quality food, and offer quality service, though they are students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJsG3W736P0/TghGItSvWfI/AAAAAAAABTY/fwad4P8DL_c/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJsG3W736P0/TghGItSvWfI/AAAAAAAABTY/fwad4P8DL_c/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622821250183158258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lJD9jCt7vc/TghGI5MYNZI/AAAAAAAABTg/JFyIywAxpfQ/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lJD9jCt7vc/TghGI5MYNZI/AAAAAAAABTg/JFyIywAxpfQ/s320/IMG_1147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622821253377701266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmE8rupwRfU/TghGJG9GpqI/AAAAAAAABTo/K0W5bQhHVHo/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmE8rupwRfU/TghGJG9GpqI/AAAAAAAABTo/K0W5bQhHVHo/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622821257071732386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quality food as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice looking Horoscope watch from Gmarket. I think it's a charm, and more so for costing only S$9.90. Hiak Hiak Hiak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WS-SfpLsc/TghGJhbMnfI/AAAAAAAABTw/uwoZHgSIyEY/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WS-SfpLsc/TghGJhbMnfI/AAAAAAAABTw/uwoZHgSIyEY/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622821264177274354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmE8rupwRfU/TghGJG9GpqI/AAAAAAAABTo/K0W5bQhHVHo/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lJD9jCt7vc/TghGI5MYNZI/AAAAAAAABTg/JFyIywAxpfQ/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aries for me, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's nice to be working in an environment that's for the youths. So much of vibes and activities going on. There's a list of of pre-performance leading up to Ignite 2011 in RP. Pretty interesting. I heard something nice so I stayed on and tried recording. Hmm, I think her second song wasn't as good as the first one. But nonetheless, here's the video clip (To be uploaded).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy! And have a good week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3811bf77c26fb006" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3811bf77c26fb006%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332751422%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F713F9C502C1AB8AC09859333C628EFF2C6FBCB.6A19B718E4E94A8929DAB8A4B7B08097FF7AC1DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3811bf77c26fb006%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfbVIPcpOvCEUaqF8Uxd_baffvbA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3811bf77c26fb006%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332751422%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F713F9C502C1AB8AC09859333C628EFF2C6FBCB.6A19B718E4E94A8929DAB8A4B7B08097FF7AC1DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3811bf77c26fb006%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfbVIPcpOvCEUaqF8Uxd_baffvbA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7670460482526064269?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7670460482526064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7670460482526064269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7670460482526064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7670460482526064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/06/rp-has-fine-dining-restaurant-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJsG3W736P0/TghGItSvWfI/AAAAAAAABTY/fwad4P8DL_c/s72-c/IMG_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4313844943180546181</id><published>2011-06-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:56:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook Pro - Buy MacBook Pro notebook computers - Apple Store (Singapore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/sg/browse/home/shop_mac/family/macbook_pro"&gt;MacBook Pro - Buy MacBook Pro notebook computers - Apple Store (Singapore)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super tempted to get a MacBook Pro. Dissuade me any one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's super sleek. It's good to work on for photos, videos and other graphic designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it has garageband for people to work and compose on music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, it can pair perfectly with my iPhone4.&lt;br /&gt;Darn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4313844943180546181?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://store.apple.com/sg/browse/home/shop_mac/family/macbook_pro' title='MacBook Pro - Buy MacBook Pro notebook computers - Apple Store (Singapore)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4313844943180546181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4313844943180546181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4313844943180546181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4313844943180546181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/06/macbook-pro-buy-macbook-pro-notebook.html' title='MacBook Pro - Buy MacBook Pro notebook computers - Apple Store (Singapore)'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4239943597359055323</id><published>2011-06-22T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:53:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD8_PE3sqYk/TgGfKlfa6VI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QJmXJaCdRho/s1600/197363_1912223371425_1417124198_32227008_4562414_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD8_PE3sqYk/TgGfKlfa6VI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QJmXJaCdRho/s320/197363_1912223371425_1417124198_32227008_4562414_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620948814146496850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still find it hard to think that my Grandma's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4239943597359055323?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4239943597359055323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4239943597359055323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4239943597359055323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4239943597359055323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-still-find-it-hard-to-think-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD8_PE3sqYk/TgGfKlfa6VI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QJmXJaCdRho/s72-c/197363_1912223371425_1417124198_32227008_4562414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1003017564308427661</id><published>2011-05-27T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:56:52.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dHh9qYdiFM/Td8ftYHphFI/AAAAAAAABTE/9iNXARFdMco/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dHh9qYdiFM/Td8ftYHphFI/AAAAAAAABTE/9iNXARFdMco/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611238525156033618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWmwrmeXztA/Td8ftJzmPhI/AAAAAAAABS8/PhVyq7_s9Qk/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWmwrmeXztA/Td8ftJzmPhI/AAAAAAAABS8/PhVyq7_s9Qk/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611238521313836562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khalil's new album, "15".  If you haven't check it out, please do. It's worth it. Haha. Pity I can't make it for his concert in Sg; have got a camp to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've submitted my application to UWA, now it's just waiting for their acceptance. The plan is to do part time studies at PSB period, and then to complete my studies over at their campus. Somehow I'm feeling quite excited yet concerned about this. I'll be taking Bachelor of Arts, in Communication Studies. It's by far of the least relation to anything, any course, or studies that I've done so far. But offhand, I think I would have more interest in it then dealing with thermal transfer, organic chemistry and stuff like that. My science dudes, you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-science dudes and dudettes, if you don't understand, no worries. If all goes well, I'm joining your side soon. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1003017564308427661?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1003017564308427661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1003017564308427661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1003017564308427661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1003017564308427661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/khalils-new-album-15.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dHh9qYdiFM/Td8ftYHphFI/AAAAAAAABTE/9iNXARFdMco/s72-c/IMG_1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3401741436283758714</id><published>2011-05-26T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:43:55.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Pissin Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50MyRBtDChM/Td32UPEsjRI/AAAAAAAABS0/Bb3n8i7k4do/s1600/white%2Biphone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50MyRBtDChM/Td32UPEsjRI/AAAAAAAABS0/Bb3n8i7k4do/s320/white%2Biphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610911538277551378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I had talked about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the more I see this advertisement around, the more I get pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much wanted to get the white one, and initially both colours were supposed to be "marketed" together, the white one was not supposed to stem off on its own and be another exclusivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare they use the word "Finally"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3401741436283758714?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3401741436283758714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3401741436283758714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3401741436283758714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3401741436283758714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/pissin-phone.html' title='Pissin Phone'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50MyRBtDChM/Td32UPEsjRI/AAAAAAAABS0/Bb3n8i7k4do/s72-c/white%2Biphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5775910057960334716</id><published>2011-05-09T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:22:04.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you wake up in the morning and see this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5qgR1HqYVo/TcgD-2axORI/AAAAAAAABSk/nihfDfIr1L0/s320/IMG_0996.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604734114557147410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you are pretty screwed. Cause the alarm didn't went off and you are rewarded with bright morning light and this lop sided alarm notification. I literally jumped out of my bed. Yes, I'm late for work. Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was kind of curious how I would look if I were to put eye-liner. So I took a normal photo and sorta put on the eye-liner with my photoshop. So the following is the result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2WfdnzMKfc/TcgD_DdsB5I/AAAAAAAABSs/N6kT1udSEq0/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2WfdnzMKfc/TcgD_DdsB5I/AAAAAAAABSs/N6kT1udSEq0/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604734118059050898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I did give a little effort and sorta style my hair properly to take the photo. And seems like respond is kinda good. People say I look a lot like KHJ in this. What a compliment. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, due to Sg's pissing weather and its humidity, I've cut my hair shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, no more Korean hair style (as my colleagues often say). Seriously, in tropical country, it takes lots of effort to grow long hair, especially for someone who perspire easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No worries, hair still grows right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5775910057960334716?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5775910057960334716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5775910057960334716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5775910057960334716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5775910057960334716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-wake-up-in-morning-and-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5qgR1HqYVo/TcgD-2axORI/AAAAAAAABSk/nihfDfIr1L0/s72-c/IMG_0996.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-9023771085330798212</id><published>2011-05-05T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:58:53.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a day of little celebrations!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, finally the update of greenpoison to jailbreak my iPhone is out! And thus, I've quickly set out to work on it and viola, I'm back in business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applications such as BiteSms, Springboard and 3G unrestrictor are a must to have, to complete your iPhone. I seriously had to bear using the "clean" iPhone for a few months much to my inconvenience. Though I was getting used to that, jailbroken iPhone is easy to fall in love and pick up all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I was getting jubilant over my device, a sms came from my sis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKr_kFpYl64/TcIPi9zs-sI/AAAAAAAABSc/BBjWOXzI8hA/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKr_kFpYl64/TcIPi9zs-sI/AAAAAAAABSc/BBjWOXzI8hA/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057979783707330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, I've got a package, which means that it's finally here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6flEkDOhGG4/TcIGnw5D82I/AAAAAAAABSU/qo3yMn1g2Xo/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6flEkDOhGG4/TcIGnw5D82I/AAAAAAAABSU/qo3yMn1g2Xo/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603048166611219298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and Ta da! There it was when I got home to it. I think it's really nice. It's not the usual crumpler you see on the streets. Muwahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The truth is, Sg or I should say Crumpler Asia, don't carry this series here. And it's not even available in the States. It can only be found in European countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to online marketing, here it is, for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I spent a lot in April. Com' on. It's my Bday Month, so I thought I indulge in myself a little. Furthermore, when I started hunting for this bag, most online purchase are selling at S$250. Please note that though I say 'most', only very few people carry this series. 'most' refers to what I can find. So after lots of sniffing around, I finally found a seller on Gmarket, and he's selling this bag at $125. You can say that I almost instantaneously bought the bag once I saw that it's at half price. I honestly didn't thought about it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway! It's here, it's mine, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-9023771085330798212?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9023771085330798212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=9023771085330798212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9023771085330798212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9023771085330798212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/todays-day-of-little-celebrations_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKr_kFpYl64/TcIPi9zs-sI/AAAAAAAABSc/BBjWOXzI8hA/s72-c/IMG_0984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2346190345952857247</id><published>2011-05-03T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:57:30.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's May 3rd again. I know I'm the one who broke off all contacts with you. I'm sorry that I've done so. But you know, I'd really given all my heart to you back then. It's hard for me to move on without doing so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the solution which I gave myself and am still doing so; though I don't know how are you and what you are doing, I sincerely hope you are doing great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2346190345952857247?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2346190345952857247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2346190345952857247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2346190345952857247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2346190345952857247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-may-3rd-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4995429330385809863</id><published>2011-05-02T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:31:36.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'>My First Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a person who seldom goes to town. So when I do, I think it's worth blogging about? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, you probably might think it isn't that big a deal. But I seriously haven been there for the past 3 -4 months? So just indulge me ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS CHANGED SO MUCH. No kidding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. At least not like total makeover however, walking along and viewing at everything, gives me this feeling that it's a brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facelift&lt;/span&gt; altogether. Yes, that's how long I really haven been there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I embarked on this rare journey to the heart of Singapore, an area where there is an exchange or culture, between high modern brands and advance technology devices to simple contraptions and food. Though I never quite agree that Singapore is a Food Paradise, but the things here are still passable. Okay in short, all these charade, is to find a suit for myself. I thought it'd be good to own one for work, function and etc. It will come in handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweep through brands like Armani Exchange, Zara, G2000 and all those big names, only to find a calling at a small shop that's easily gone unnoticed. The first time I tried and suited up, I thought its existence was created just for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. And right after, I bought it. It's nice. It's cheaper than those big names and I later found out during purchase that the merchandises are from Korea. No wonder they fitted :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm not insinuating anything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the suit, from People of Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJQ_m4Op17I/Tb5PhEsjwaI/AAAAAAAABSE/E0slzWk9q_U/s320/217287_10150587157010188_785490187_18680121_4545039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602002416110387618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously think it's a good buy. You guys should check it out too.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4995429330385809863?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4995429330385809863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4995429330385809863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4995429330385809863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4995429330385809863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-suit.html' title='My First Suit'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJQ_m4Op17I/Tb5PhEsjwaI/AAAAAAAABSE/E0slzWk9q_U/s72-c/217287_10150587157010188_785490187_18680121_4545039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6024894923528844845</id><published>2011-04-29T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:06:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2bwk8yXKsU/TbpxBbyI03I/AAAAAAAABR8/vH2RoyLFO94/s1600/white.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2bwk8yXKsU/TbpxBbyI03I/AAAAAAAABR8/vH2RoyLFO94/s320/white.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600913356040491890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About god damn time you come out. If I've waited for you, I would have to suffer through 8 months of inconvenience. Those who had so wanted the white and settled for black are not keen any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6024894923528844845?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6024894923528844845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6024894923528844845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6024894923528844845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6024894923528844845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-god-damn-time-you-come-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2bwk8yXKsU/TbpxBbyI03I/AAAAAAAABR8/vH2RoyLFO94/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6044033080337742396</id><published>2011-04-24T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:44:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss Right</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms Right,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. How are you doing all these while?&lt;br /&gt;Or actually, who are you or what are you doing at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that when it's about you, I have lots of thoughts, lots of pondering-s and wonder how's the future like and what it's like to have you by my side. I wonder do you think the same for me these while too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things that I'd like to share with you; about how I feel about things, how I saw funny things happen, how I amused myself with little humorous thoughts and so lots more. I don't talk to people much about these, but I know I would if you are with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will like how we can stroll along places, sit by the seashore and watch the waves roll along the sandy golden beach, lying back to back while listening to the same music, tease each other, have a smart conversation, talk about silly little things, snuggle together to watch movies, feed each other as we embark on this little food adventure, bring tifa out to places and care for her together, have a romantic candle lit dinner at Mt Faber, chilling out with a good drink over nice band, and oh boy, how this list can go on so long as it's with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for not being able to find you soon enough. I'm sorry for the rounds you have to make to have us finally meet. I'm sorry for both the youths we've lost during our search; youth is the best time to do things together ain't it? I'm sorry for the whole time that I'm missing from your life and especially, when you are feeling lonely and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i promise i'll make all these up to you. Once I found you, you'll know; that I've been searching high and low for you and I truly love you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, hang in there! I will still carry on to look for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6044033080337742396?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6044033080337742396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6044033080337742396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6044033080337742396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6044033080337742396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-miss-right.html' title='To Miss Right'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5990800943763170955</id><published>2011-04-18T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:08:38.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for feeling weak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not be emotionally wavered or dependent.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alone, I'll just deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when this wave of loneliness strikes me now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5990800943763170955?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5990800943763170955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5990800943763170955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5990800943763170955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5990800943763170955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-myself-for-feeling-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4218658257612876962</id><published>2011-03-30T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:01:33.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'm pretty contented with how my life has been. This recent two months have been month of changes. Though it may seemed simple, but I think it makes a great deal of a difference. Maybe I'm just easily contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last month I had a change in my Piano Teacher. While the previous one focused a lot on the basics, this new one went ahead and taught me so many different things that I'm tried hard to keep up. Haha. It's really fun like that. Each time she will "challenge" me with new things. My previous teacher was just insistent on me being consistent with playing. It's good as well I think. So putting this together, I kind of have the best of both world. One to ground me in my basics when I started learning piano, and the new one to fill me in on many techniques. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Of course my trip to Penang and Bangkok was darn fun. It's the first time I bought things like fanatic and I was actually enjoying buying things. It's crazy I know but I think now, I get this "thrill" that those addicted shoppers have been talking about. Hahaha. Now I have almost a swap of wardrobe. Love those cheap good lookin' Tees I got @ $4 each. It fits me, it looks good and I feel good about it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially an Uncle now, a 三叔 at that. My sis in law gave birth to two healthy twins! Being the first two younger ones in our big family, I tend to think all of us will dote on them lots. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I get a change in laptop at work. Previously I was working with this really old laptop that was about a good 4 years old plus minus? So when I got back to work from my trip, I thought I wanted to reformat the old one to prepare for the new academic year ahead, and at the same time, wouldn't hurt to request if I can get a change for my work. And thankfully enough, it was approved by the people at the IT end, whom agreed that the old laptop specs couldn't support my scope of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thus, here I am, with a Brand New Lenovo T410. I had a good mind to get this model when I start studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACpx2Ss7fmQ/TZKqFHaLjQI/AAAAAAAABRg/PTA39iQP7F4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589717092385131778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bascially it's running on i5. More specs can be found if you google, that's if you really wanna know. I shall not bore people with too technical specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been kind. I'm quite contented and thankful for what has been going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step by step and heart to heart. We are all treading on this life, let's make the best outta it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4218658257612876962?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4218658257612876962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4218658257612876962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4218658257612876962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4218658257612876962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACpx2Ss7fmQ/TZKqFHaLjQI/AAAAAAAABRg/PTA39iQP7F4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1276447090291027894</id><published>2011-02-22T10:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:02:17.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think Bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I thought to install the Page View to see how's the visit on my blog is like. Boy, am I surprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were about 1500 for all time, and to track for the last 30 days, I've got 190 visits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly thought there'll be any counts at all, at most about 20? And among them, should be only some of my closer friends who know I keep a blog. And some times during the last few years, I didn't blog much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there are actually a large group of people that actually blog surf ya? Else there wouldn't be this amount of readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels kind of happy to know the fact that people read what I've written. I guess this is what they call the writer's joy. Haha. I don't generate much content here, but I try when I can. Hope that keeps you informed, intrigued and something for you to reflect on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For the longest time, I wanted to tried Nandos but I never got around with it as the one in Sg (I only know there's one at Bugis), is always packed. And I heard it's quite expensive to eat there as well. So I found an alternative...Nandos, City Square @ JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically they serve western grilled kind of chicken. What makes them special is the kind of sauce they used; supposedly a recipe from Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sauces come in a few degree of hotness, or otherwise known as peri peri, as seen below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0jygEdDH7Q/TWMkzh1aklI/AAAAAAAABOc/p2gKrPGgXbE/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341231289143890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For non spice eaters, there's the lemon herb, mild, then hot and finally extra hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd be humble and just tried hot. But well, even the extra hot is nowhere near my family's sambal. I was a bit disappointed actually. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-DdnfkeLZs/TWMks5gDg5I/AAAAAAAABOU/5-6-fLONMLI/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-DdnfkeLZs/TWMks5gDg5I/AAAAAAAABOU/5-6-fLONMLI/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341117382919058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there's my Sis, waiting for her food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMXKw4Edwo4/TWMksaDCwqI/AAAAAAAABOM/JYj3khtfm0I/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMXKw4Edwo4/TWMksaDCwqI/AAAAAAAABOM/JYj3khtfm0I/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341108939735714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They follow this style whereby eating becomes a form of mission, led by General Kenako, and you are set to conquer the peri peri world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaocxyiMzA/TWMkrykPfkI/AAAAAAAABOE/kzB7nn6bzVI/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgaocxyiMzA/TWMkrykPfkI/AAAAAAAABOE/kzB7nn6bzVI/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341098341563970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their peri peri chicken mushroom soup. I think the soup is quite nice, strong mushroom taste and you can find a tinge of spice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYMMCYZZaEs/TWMkrQ9t3kI/AAAAAAAABN8/kHnUznKqD3I/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYMMCYZZaEs/TWMkrQ9t3kI/AAAAAAAABN8/kHnUznKqD3I/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341089321606722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's my quarter chicken with 2 sidelines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeLX5aKBm4k/TWMkrCC81xI/AAAAAAAABN0/S8yFvXd8lhA/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeLX5aKBm4k/TWMkrCC81xI/AAAAAAAABN0/S8yFvXd8lhA/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341085317027602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my Sis, with hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The chickens are pretty good, with the sauce. Hmm, but honestly, I don't find anything much special. Oh well, for the price, I think it's pretty decent, at least in JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about JB...of all places to see our famous blogger, Xiaxue, I actually saw her at the Malaysia Checkpoint with Mike and her friends. I did a quick check later noon that Saturday, and saw that they're going to Kukup. Haha, of all places really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that very Sat, Pok and Runxi came by with Garry and drove Tifa and me over to Summer Breeze at Pasir Ris for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the right weather, I think it's a lovely place. It's just set by the sea coast so it feels really great with the sea breeze coming in. There's a certain serenity to the place (maybe cause it's quite dark), so you feel, or at least I feel, pretty peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUM-sb34KPs/TWMpRBwPjhI/AAAAAAAABPM/qhLF2ZOT6jE/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUM-sb34KPs/TWMpRBwPjhI/AAAAAAAABPM/qhLF2ZOT6jE/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576346136120102418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did used flash ya. It's THAT dark. Haha. We actually had to use light from our phones to look at the menu. And it seemed like a common thing cause everyone's doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDNmD0t17dY/TWMo88fvOiI/AAAAAAAABPE/bomS8iZm3mQ/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDNmD0t17dY/TWMo88fvOiI/AAAAAAAABPE/bomS8iZm3mQ/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576345791111313954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoegarden, chose for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkteDy-IdaI/TWMo8giGT0I/AAAAAAAABO8/fMX0vQBTMEk/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkteDy-IdaI/TWMo8giGT0I/AAAAAAAABO8/fMX0vQBTMEk/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576345783605022530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing much that Tifa can eat. But she's being greedy as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KjQItA2mRg/TWMo8gy2s6I/AAAAAAAABO0/UV_i1cK9gWE/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KjQItA2mRg/TWMo8gy2s6I/AAAAAAAABO0/UV_i1cK9gWE/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576345783675302818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escargots. I'm cool with it. But for people who don't dare, next time don't ask, just eat first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOlbCH9PI34/TWMo8AdkQTI/AAAAAAAABOs/sJxPlCr4K9I/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOlbCH9PI34/TWMo8AdkQTI/AAAAAAAABOs/sJxPlCr4K9I/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576345774996078898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Sambal Fried Rice. Resulted in Sambal shit the next day...but it was worth it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jv1w90RKL24/TWMo77RXrHI/AAAAAAAABOk/3KKqsrngIeQ/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jv1w90RKL24/TWMo77RXrHI/AAAAAAAABOk/3KKqsrngIeQ/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576345773602745458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Fried Calamari. Can't take too much of this cause of my braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My braces is taking a bit too effing long. It should come off this year. It must. Me no like. Yet, it's heartening to see my teeth coming together neatly. I shall preservere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Together with my Sec Bros, we played badminton together for the first time ever. I think it's fun. It's the sports I love and I'm happy to play with people close to me. Haha. Initially I thought they might get bored but turns out that they played better than I thought. So all was good, lots of laughs. I think that's the most important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shall upload some photos of the session after I got them from Willis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've been eating well over the past weekend. Haha. Cause for Sunday, I had Marsiling Bak kut teh for lunch and later, Korean BBQ at home for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I pretty much like the Bak kut teh at Marsiling. Some Sgreans may not really like the herbal taste, but that's the kind of BKT they have in My'sia. And it's really awesome. Though the one at Marsiling is good, I think it's still nowhere close to the ones they have in My'sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZtN29GHv4/TWMtZtdsIMI/AAAAAAAABPc/ot6_a8wyI2M/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZtN29GHv4/TWMtZtdsIMI/AAAAAAAABPc/ot6_a8wyI2M/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576350683338907842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yup, here's the big pot. For 5 people, it costs only $4.50 each. I thought that's not too bad. I was concerned about the cost when I was ordering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGB5T1LVpo/TWMtZUDRJpI/AAAAAAAABPU/IeANlTW80zc/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGB5T1LVpo/TWMtZUDRJpI/AAAAAAAABPU/IeANlTW80zc/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576350676517201554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what got into my Mum cause she usually prefer to just cook and get it over and done with, rather than doing something like this. So here it is, we used Teriyaki sauce, bean paste from Korea, there's also Kimchi and seaweed. We just lack the effing actual Korean Rice. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think RP's classroom is really nice and conducive? And when I entered this classroom, the window binds were all up and the sun's coming in, reflecting off the white interior of the room, it was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXytYSmHoRc/TWMug4Rae5I/AAAAAAAABPk/0JQyZbjx52o/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576351906010921874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks a bit dark here, due to the Camera's auto lighting capture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I'm kind of in the mood to blog, I'm gonna talk about anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My colleague is convinced that I'm not spotting the best hairstyle suitable for me. He feels I ought to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A change would be refreshing. But I honestly don't wanna cut my hair short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Without wax, it looks like a turf of grass. It looks un-kept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. With wax, yes the shape and everything is defined but I don't think it's natural. Wind blows but your hair stays un shakened (and you have to put like a gazillion amount of wax to make sure it is so, else everything you styled will be spoilt by the wind). Plus with the chemical on your head, it comes down onto your face when you perspire right? So when that happens, I tend to get a bit more pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.  Um, I think my face looks a bit bigger with short hair. I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So long hair is better? I don't have to put anything on my head. When the wind blows, my hair moves naturally? And after my hair is messed up, it take less than 5 secs with a bit of swipe of my hands, and my hair will fall back into place. It's like magic...it's so manageable. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the downside is that I'll start to look like a girl. But well, rather a girl than looking like a Butch with short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPqUMzvPYv0/TWMwz-383BI/AAAAAAAABPs/_8xCnBssLqI/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576354433223941138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See. Strong and good looking healthy hair. I don't have to style it at all, and the layers can come out like that. Me likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there's one thing I don't like about my face, it's my facial hair. I'm thankful and grateful to be born healthy, really. I think I have nice eyebrows, long eyelashes, okay eyes, quite a straight nose and a decent smile. And of course, my nice hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the quick growth of my facial hair puts me off. Even in the above photo, I shaved in the morning and it was around noon that this photo was taken. And already, you can see a hue of them coming out. I look worse late at night, it's as though I haven shave for 3 days. But I did! So now I have to shave every morning, and in the evening too, if I have plans for the night. It grows visible in 12 hrs. Sickening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd rather the growth hormones to be with my height lo. I really don't need it at my mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I thank the Buddhas, the Lords and the Spirits to be born normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm flying off to Penang and then Bangkok tomorrow. It's with my colleagues and I think it'd be quite interesting cause, I've never been to either place before, and it'd my first shopping trip too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I heard there're lots of Cultural places of visit in Penang. So I'm looking forward to that. Bangkok's a pretty famous place to shop. I've heard about it, seen photos of it and now I'm finally making a trip there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shall post about the Bangkok trip when I'm back the next Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On that note, I owe Blogger my Korean trip. I actually wrote entries in a book while I was there for blogging, but I haven't really get down to it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1276447090291027894?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1276447090291027894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1276447090291027894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1276447090291027894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1276447090291027894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-thought-to-install-page-view-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0jygEdDH7Q/TWMkzh1aklI/AAAAAAAABOc/p2gKrPGgXbE/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1196851850690427126</id><published>2011-02-16T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:51:23.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rawf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to the stupid website which I have referred to, to jailbreak my iPhone, my phone is now locked from jailbreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because one important step was missing. Sickening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine that my "free" apps are missing, but along with it, went my videos and photos. Urgh. Blasted website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm now legalized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I paid for Whatsapp now. Haha. It's worthwhile to pay for anyway. So that's not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the first picture that I took with the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMlD3vN86mE/TVt7s1OUQtI/AAAAAAAABNU/7jz778FIWDM/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574184973932708562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Tifa Chew. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the photo also become the lock screen photo that I use on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always like the photo of the one I took with Tifa on her 5th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S9TLXWnHYY/TVt7tSZ-EpI/AAAAAAAABNc/re3c9yyrGnQ/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574184981766214290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she looks really sweet in this photo. So much affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated Bei bei's Birthday yesterday. I think it was due to the rain, so not many owners came down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF0bDdoo2nE/TVt7uEgPqjI/AAAAAAAABNk/VQaV7saF6Zc/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF0bDdoo2nE/TVt7uEgPqjI/AAAAAAAABNk/VQaV7saF6Zc/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574184995214305842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Bei bei. Grow up well and less stinky :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think little Xavier is cute. Hahaha. Easily to be contented too. Doesn't kick up much fuss....when there's raisins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXd2XXb-3Hw/TVt7uQqZ9GI/AAAAAAAABNs/NnKQ-xbehrY/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574184998478148706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wonders how my own kids will turn out next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1196851850690427126?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1196851850690427126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1196851850690427126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1196851850690427126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1196851850690427126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-to-stupid-website-which-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMlD3vN86mE/TVt7s1OUQtI/AAAAAAAABNU/7jz778FIWDM/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6070803231542749522</id><published>2011-02-14T10:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:42:24.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Chingay 2011. Thanks to our Youth Comm Chairman, Mr Robin Yap, our youth volunteers get tickets to watch the Chingay this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year's Chingay highlights are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a 88 metre long Dragons in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2000 energy charged youths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4000 sky lanterns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;20, 000 candle lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are also other foreign highlights. Please click &lt;a href="http://www.chingay.org.sg/2011/highlights.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to the official website to take a look. They have better pictures and photos to showcase the parade that was featured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31nh4J-J_gk/TViUIGOqVII/AAAAAAAABK0/7tOu_QxhwYQ/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367405702960258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3DR1bQfmkk/TViUJh_qNZI/AAAAAAAABLU/LKemHaU5hp0/s1600/P1060576.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwju5FIToVU/TViUI6okcaI/AAAAAAAABLE/odMbSebZlaE/s1600/P1060571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-madIG4egJig/TViUIjcJ3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/KQEIMBe3N68/s1600/P1060562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-madIG4egJig/TViUIjcJ3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/KQEIMBe3N68/s320/P1060562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367413544181378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the Dragons. I saw another 2 floating at the center of the Parade stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwju5FIToVU/TViUI6okcaI/AAAAAAAABLE/odMbSebZlaE/s1600/P1060571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwju5FIToVU/TViUI6okcaI/AAAAAAAABLE/odMbSebZlaE/s320/P1060571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367419770270114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-madIG4egJig/TViUIjcJ3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/KQEIMBe3N68/s1600/P1060562.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first entrance was made by Harley's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PgQEpYpSme0/TViUJZOzZVI/AAAAAAAABLM/7ZV30YYJOlA/s320/P1060572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367427983697234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Followed by nice and cool vintage cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meQnCu_GGFY/TViVSe1JutI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIbeG3cSoWY/s1600/P1060577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meQnCu_GGFY/TViVSe1JutI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIbeG3cSoWY/s1600/P1060577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meQnCu_GGFY/TViVSe1JutI/AAAAAAAABL8/hIbeG3cSoWY/s320/P1060577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368683617172178" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clones marching in. Darth Vader was walking in front of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WURITQIT-8c/TViVRy-JOqI/AAAAAAAABL0/wyYA58Qcu0w/s1600/P1060578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WURITQIT-8c/TViVRy-JOqI/AAAAAAAABL0/wyYA58Qcu0w/s320/P1060578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368671843728034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Fire breathing Dragon made its way into the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx9U4ciaxP0/TViVRnvCl6I/AAAAAAAABLs/JSJqTxwIUXw/s1600/P1060579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx9U4ciaxP0/TViVRnvCl6I/AAAAAAAABLs/JSJqTxwIUXw/s1600/P1060579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx9U4ciaxP0/TViVRnvCl6I/AAAAAAAABLs/JSJqTxwIUXw/s320/P1060579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368668827588514" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with fire breathing earthlings at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3znIhZgbhM/TViVQ6RsYEI/AAAAAAAABLk/rCEASdFRSRQ/s1600/P1060580.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3znIhZgbhM/TViVQ6RsYEI/AAAAAAAABLk/rCEASdFRSRQ/s1600/P1060580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3znIhZgbhM/TViVQ6RsYEI/AAAAAAAABLk/rCEASdFRSRQ/s320/P1060580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368656624902210" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6TAt4dhPIc/TViVQcOGlwI/AAAAAAAABLc/tjnYQuwyYL0/s1600/P1060581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6TAt4dhPIc/TViVQcOGlwI/AAAAAAAABLc/tjnYQuwyYL0/s1600/P1060581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwju5FIToVU/TViUI6okcaI/AAAAAAAABLE/odMbSebZlaE/s1600/P1060571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An entourage of God of Wealth greets the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31nh4J-J_gk/TViUIGOqVII/AAAAAAAABK0/7tOu_QxhwYQ/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6TAt4dhPIc/TViVQcOGlwI/AAAAAAAABLc/tjnYQuwyYL0/s320/P1060581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368648556779266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PM Lee was on this vehicle. I was so surprised to see him that I forgot to take a shot of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BfXz95tICzg/TViWBVCZyrI/AAAAAAAABMc/Vu5MtD3A4Uc/s1600/P1060603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BfXz95tICzg/TViWBVCZyrI/AAAAAAAABMc/Vu5MtD3A4Uc/s320/P1060603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573369488442247858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcmnlSngEM8/TViWA7XvgRI/AAAAAAAABMU/xz92rBCSrII/s1600/P1060600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcmnlSngEM8/TViWA7XvgRI/AAAAAAAABMU/xz92rBCSrII/s320/P1060600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573369481552429330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is easily one of my favorite. They are jiggly and cute. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6eLt5vpA-o/TViWAfkQolI/AAAAAAAABMM/LnbcvHgMfa0/s1600/P1060583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6eLt5vpA-o/TViWAfkQolI/AAAAAAAABMM/LnbcvHgMfa0/s320/P1060583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573369474088739410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GOIn7zLzFUc/TViWAHctj6I/AAAAAAAABME/WUlmC89UfAI/s1600/P1060589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GOIn7zLzFUc/TViWAHctj6I/AAAAAAAABME/WUlmC89UfAI/s320/P1060589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573369467614629794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance of the Flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course there are many many more exhibits. After working hard for the few front shots, I felt that I just want to sit back and enjoy the parade. Most of the time, the performers are moving, so many of the shots are blurred. It proved kind of irritating after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here, I posted some videos of the Parade too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b51fb75456618a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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I think that every year, they would try to come up with various exciting performances. Definitely worth it to look out for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yup, there's roughly about it for Chingay 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right before heading to the Parade, Cedric gave me a ride to Yio Chu Kang Mrt Station from Bukit Timah. Along the way, we bypass Mandai Rd and some very queer sight greeted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9d3zbcEBYg/TVibQqnI-eI/AAAAAAAABNE/VtEXggX9X3Q/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9d3zbcEBYg/TVibQqnI-eI/AAAAAAAABNE/VtEXggX9X3Q/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573375249489656290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the uprooted tree just by the lamp post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlf2Fd9bwFc/TVibQEKOkII/AAAAAAAABM8/peygdVKPpiA/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlf2Fd9bwFc/TVibQEKOkII/AAAAAAAABM8/peygdVKPpiA/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573375239167840386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Branches and every trees filled the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA6m_TsqKI4/TVibPncogWI/AAAAAAAABM0/Qu-RVZjCRbw/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xA6m_TsqKI4/TVibPncogWI/AAAAAAAABM0/Qu-RVZjCRbw/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573375231460409698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was like that for the whole stretch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeH7qP5XNAM/TVibPWwRU4I/AAAAAAAABMs/zH5SvkhSWrw/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeH7qP5XNAM/TVibPWwRU4I/AAAAAAAABMs/zH5SvkhSWrw/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573375226979373954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all along Mandai Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPkC2uvX5NA/TVibO74NffI/AAAAAAAABMk/lDUuelMbE1M/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPkC2uvX5NA/TVibO74NffI/AAAAAAAABMk/lDUuelMbE1M/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573375219764919794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were also uprooted trees blocking the side of the road which we were driving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even my Assistant Director, who was on the car with us, said she never see this happening in Singapore before. But seriously, it was bizarre to witness such a sight in SG. It was as though a tornedo came by. Perhaps some ripped branches are accepted, but there were too much branches ripped. What seemed to be strong sturdy tress are uprooted.  For those left still standing, much of the foliage were blown off. The trees were left barren. It was quite a sight to behold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Family time is always good to have. We used to have lots of it when we were all younger. And especially going back to Malaysia to visit my Grands. Now instead, my Grands come over Singapore to see us, as many of us are tied down to work and exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCWMUnI6dXs/TVikQG4-4wI/AAAAAAAABNM/liqUGZ836rA/s320/IMG_0707%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385135505466114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And cooked a fabulous dinner for Round Two Reunion Dinner with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like going back to My'sia to visit. Many of my relatives are there. It's great to see them. And going back gives me a sense of peace. Life is more laid back there. It's relaxing, peaceful and calm. Perhaps City people can never get used to this kind of life there. No Cinema, no internet and no shopping malls. However, I love it there. It's like a getaway for me. There are great local food there, "Teh Ping" that tastes like heaven, the beach is like a 10 mins walk away. Sometimes, there's really nothing much to do there, but I still kind of like it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usually we will all go back together. But it's harder now, I haven't been back for like some 2 - 3 years already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I'll find sometime to go back myself this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6070803231542749522?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6070803231542749522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6070803231542749522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6070803231542749522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6070803231542749522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-chingay-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31nh4J-J_gk/TViUIGOqVII/AAAAAAAABK0/7tOu_QxhwYQ/s72-c/IMG_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4376465851434840372</id><published>2011-02-11T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:08:06.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting fat is inevitable whenever my grandparents came up to SG.&lt;div&gt;It's quite tough to resist, deny and say no, when you have such delicacies presented in your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTevpk3GsI/AAAAAAAABKU/qcZN56hJ4tA/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTevpk3GsI/AAAAAAAABKU/qcZN56hJ4tA/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572323549159824066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lemon Chicken, Soy Sauce Chicken and Tofu and stir-fry Vege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTev-i_mXI/AAAAAAAABKc/_eLReGG5fDE/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTev-i_mXI/AAAAAAAABKc/_eLReGG5fDE/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572323554789136754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the highlight of the night: Tom Yam Soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GG IMBA NO RE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Words can't surmise nor describe how good the food is, you can make appointments to come food tasting though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, after months and months of seeing an empty fish tank at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Colours are now added to the, once grey and dull, fish tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTfoLnCkQI/AAAAAAAABKs/VwsDfGYyvYs/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTfoLnCkQI/AAAAAAAABKs/VwsDfGYyvYs/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572324520368443650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTfn7vP6II/AAAAAAAABKk/uSVqF29n3nQ/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTfn7vP6II/AAAAAAAABKk/uSVqF29n3nQ/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTfn7vP6II/AAAAAAAABKk/uSVqF29n3nQ/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572324516107905154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nice right? New fishes and the green looking things are actually algae balls. And they are natural and not man made. They are called Marimos. Don't they look kinda cute? Apparently you can squeeze them, the way you would with a sponge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blop blop blop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4376465851434840372?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4376465851434840372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4376465851434840372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4376465851434840372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4376465851434840372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-fat-is-inevitable-whenever-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVTevpk3GsI/AAAAAAAABKU/qcZN56hJ4tA/s72-c/IMG_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4790330019973966700</id><published>2011-02-10T16:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:37:07.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and I...were students once, and some of us potentially will still be. But would you be so deserving of death to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOdx53cvNI/AAAAAAAABJk/aWlW_S8_-Yw/s1600/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOdx53cvNI/AAAAAAAABJk/aWlW_S8_-Yw/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571970644659977426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That black/grey sheet of paper is a facial oil cleaning sheet. It's now in the dustbin, thanks to my auto pilot of "Must clear trash when found" when I found it in a box of markers returned by the students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously... this is quite nerve wreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's poly students that I'm working with, not primary school students. Yet they are capable of doing silly things like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IMPRESSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ASHAMED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cause, I myself, is a poly grad. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When confronted with worthless ass(s), I would always say "Die early please. Don't hang around and waste our resources."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a simple lunch with my cousin at a restaurant in Sembawang Yacht Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kq7Qot-eXA/TVOfsAhsfaI/AAAAAAAABJs/-hNgvBDJG5I/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kq7Qot-eXA/TVOfsAhsfaI/AAAAAAAABJs/-hNgvBDJG5I/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571972742391823778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't manage to get much good shots as the spot for them were occupied by customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOfscjXZvI/AAAAAAAABJ0/NZbkFVzDQ_Y/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOfscjXZvI/AAAAAAAABJ0/NZbkFVzDQ_Y/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOfscjXZvI/AAAAAAAABJ0/NZbkFVzDQ_Y/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571972749915023090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaQ7Msi5w9Y/TVOfshanG1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/wLiee7B8Z8o/s1600/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaQ7Msi5w9Y/TVOfshanG1I/AAAAAAAABJ8/wLiee7B8Z8o/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571972751220480850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhmk16W2E34/TVOftAZOwoI/AAAAAAAABKE/ThjImxkhq8k/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhmk16W2E34/TVOftAZOwoI/AAAAAAAABKE/ThjImxkhq8k/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571972759536190082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fish N' Chips for Lunch. It looks appealing but not really taste fantastic though. I think the last time I had it, it was better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been some years since I met Jack, whom I known since I was 17 during my 1 year working stint at Sakae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack has always been a fun guy to hang around with. He's helpful and always ready and patient to answer your questions. My first working experience is made delightful by people such as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw him at Bugis Mrt Station. And I think he was really sincere. We did a quick catch up at the 1st floor where the station control was, and after bidding goodbye, I went down to the basement area to wait for my train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 secs and I felt a tap on my shoulder....only to find him again when I turned around. He said "Hey, let's take a photo. We really haven met in years. It's always good to take a photo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was a really nice gesture. So warm and sincere. Haha. Maybe it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67iZWHqP1u8/TVOirl4pgdI/AAAAAAAABKM/_PPQrnG-6r0/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67iZWHqP1u8/TVOirl4pgdI/AAAAAAAABKM/_PPQrnG-6r0/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571976033775223250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great to have friends like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my friends, do you? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4790330019973966700?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4790330019973966700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4790330019973966700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4790330019973966700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4790330019973966700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TVOdx53cvNI/AAAAAAAABJk/aWlW_S8_-Yw/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-707848651498710361</id><published>2011-02-07T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:42:49.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just started to play with the camera phone apps that I downloaded for my phone and played with it, using myself as the subject (note I refuse to use the word "camwhore").&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite interesting. The various kind of mode that you can select and the effects that you can achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite noob of me actually. I took the photos and was like "Oh, so that's how they came up with the shots..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one with 4 expressions(I actually just happened to have a new haircut before I did this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zXTF92KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/8gyVU5rHk20/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zXTF92KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/8gyVU5rHk20/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570868476924254370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of the one with black white, soft focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zXpgzNLI/AAAAAAAABIY/Zo1CFZQvKAE/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zXpgzNLI/AAAAAAAABIY/Zo1CFZQvKAE/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570868482942383282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, it's not easy to camwhore. It really require skills. Now I'm starting to appreciate people who can take self portrait shots and look good in it. Not a small feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto CNY...or at least the Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss bought some $400 worth of food to treat all the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zX33hRkI/AAAAAAAABIg/m2kQ6iKE8SM/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zX33hRkI/AAAAAAAABIg/m2kQ6iKE8SM/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570868486795773506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zYIxOg1I/AAAAAAAABIo/hatq-PKvCgg/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zYIxOg1I/AAAAAAAABIo/hatq-PKvCgg/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570868491332780882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zYIxOg1I/AAAAAAAABIo/hatq-PKvCgg/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's very nice of her. Hope all of my bosses in future can be like her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that I didn't manage to take any photos for this year's CNY. Should have done so at gatherings but guess I was more into the mood with chatting with everyone and felt lazy to whip out my camera. Hmm, shall do so at the Bro's steamboat this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, CNY hols went by so fast. I like to visit more people; catch up with them, see how they are doing. I miss all my friends. I miss the times spent with them. I miss schooling, playing games, nursing crushes n' one sided love, spending long nights chatting and to be just worried about my grades and live on with life. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's Monday Blues...thanks to the all nighters pulled the last few days. Honestly, I was never good with staying up late. And to have stayed up this late, really drains the best of me. Haha. Young look but old body constitution, that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the morning, thanks to my colleague, there's this interesting coffee bag in which you put onto a cup with and pour hot water through it, where the grind coffee beans are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results, a good strong cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is, the brand is called "Gold Special"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1E2IuCKI/AAAAAAAABJI/NshA872YboM/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1E2IuCKI/AAAAAAAABJI/NshA872YboM/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570870358936783010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1E2IuCKI/AAAAAAAABJI/NshA872YboM/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the photos of how you put the coffee bag/filter onto the cup and pour hot water over. It's pretty ingenious. It's by the Japanese, what can you expect. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EmhgDgI/AAAAAAAABJA/GnW4hzFObe0/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EmhgDgI/AAAAAAAABJA/GnW4hzFObe0/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570870354745757186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EVVUW2I/AAAAAAAABI4/LqW1GtR37cc/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EVVUW2I/AAAAAAAABI4/LqW1GtR37cc/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570870350131256162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EOghn-I/AAAAAAAABIw/qudsTFU6SHY/s1600/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-1EOghn-I/AAAAAAAABIw/qudsTFU6SHY/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570870348299214818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drips drips drips. The aroma is Ahhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...I've got some thoughts in my mind. Still can't put them into words though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll share about it when I've got the feeling to...we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-707848651498710361?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/707848651498710361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=707848651498710361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/707848651498710361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/707848651498710361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-started-to-play-with-camera_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TU-zXTF92KI/AAAAAAAABIQ/8gyVU5rHk20/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2504367966152970418</id><published>2011-01-26T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:32:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Into the New Year, and I was looking forward to help and attend my friend's wedding. Gosh, time flies. We were just joking about it yesterday and here, she's gonna get married in front of our very eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first time I have a close friend who's getting married and I'm involved with helping out of sorts. Tiring yes, but it was lots fun. It was so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations, Nat and Ruiyang! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the first time and being one of the things that I always wanted to do, it's to sing at a wedding, especially at close friend's wedding. I'm not like a pro singer, just able to hold a tune pleasant enough for people to enjoy. And I'm glad and happy I was able to do so for you, Nat and Ry. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be a best man for another wedding this Nov. More to be revealed soon. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKda11KI/AAAAAAAABHU/6ZePbP3EMAM/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKda11KI/AAAAAAAABHU/6ZePbP3EMAM/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669221451388066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Chapel Wedding~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKiygUdI/AAAAAAAABHc/k4KI0QLLGBM/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKiygUdI/AAAAAAAABHc/k4KI0QLLGBM/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669222892818898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's Nat, singing a song for Ruiyang as a surprise gift. So sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIK3sV0yI/AAAAAAAABHk/eyXNKTJEkgw/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIK3sV0yI/AAAAAAAABHk/eyXNKTJEkgw/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669228504109858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ad and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDJtuP1WaI/AAAAAAAABH8/WnLmATElYko/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDJtuP1WaI/AAAAAAAABH8/WnLmATElYko/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566670926775671202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A random shot of me when we were testing some iPhone camera App. Effect turns out pretty well I think. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDJtzUYZeI/AAAAAAAABIE/qoK8wFBR_vs/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDJtzUYZeI/AAAAAAAABIE/qoK8wFBR_vs/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566670928136922594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kimberly, Nat's sister. Our lil' Kim has grown so big now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDJtzUYZeI/AAAAAAAABIE/qoK8wFBR_vs/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKda11KI/AAAAAAAABHU/6ZePbP3EMAM/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDILQAASZI/AAAAAAAABH0/QaXHSO1h5uo/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDILQAASZI/AAAAAAAABH0/QaXHSO1h5uo/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669235029035410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was the time I did my songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDILYnhpiI/AAAAAAAABHs/FlHIosNG1QI/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDILYnhpiI/AAAAAAAABHs/FlHIosNG1QI/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669237342283298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Happy Wedded Couple. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Close friends' wedding are such  joy to attend. You truly feel the bliss for them. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Such much love in the air~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel the love~I'm surrounded by em'. Sweet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDILYnhpiI/AAAAAAAABHs/FlHIosNG1QI/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2504367966152970418?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2504367966152970418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2504367966152970418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2504367966152970418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2504367966152970418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2011/01/into-new-year-and-i-was-looking-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TUDIKda11KI/AAAAAAAABHU/6ZePbP3EMAM/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4452210138850445593</id><published>2010-12-26T21:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:45:53.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26 Dec. Wow, this blog is officially 6 years old. Kind of a long way huh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Chirstmas Eve, I spent it with Siyan, Karen and Garry. Good company. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed out to try Melben Pasir Ris. I think crab lovers should definitely have a go at it. It's pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRfzRN8dH2I/AAAAAAAABFM/2MCguuhdVbo/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555176142511349602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we had Cereal Prawn, Sambal Kangkong, Butter Crab and Chili Crab. Awesome. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Dinner, I drove us to Pasir ris Park. I thought it will be pretty nice to show Karen some of the places where we grow up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf0RcR2SyI/AAAAAAAABFs/Z5wqzrTiF9g/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf0RcR2SyI/AAAAAAAABFs/Z5wqzrTiF9g/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555177245870803746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf0ROFBUcI/AAAAAAAABFk/KhVdbOhxk3U/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555177242058904002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ The Playground Area of Pasir Ris Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I also brought them to Woody's Pub to have a drink. No photos of this though. Haha. But it's always a good place to go chill out at. Slept at 3am that night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and got up at 8am for Christmas. Mum planned a family picnic at Woodlands Waterfront. I think it's pretty nice. Good to have a getaway like that for the family. Tifa got to come with us too. She always like gathering like this, especially the food. Hahaha. I never quite got free hands to take photos; stuffing my face with the food and constantly on the look out for Tifa, as she roamed about. Did a bit cleaning for Andy's car before I returned it. I think him borrowing me his car was god sent. It really brought about lots of convenience for the two days. As for the rest of the Christmas, I was practically knocked out at 2pm, from the previous late night and the early morning. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post Christmas...I suppose people start to lose the festive mood bit by bit? I just went grocery shopping with my Mum in the morning and hanged around house doing my own things till dinner, where my Uncle brought us to this Hakka Restaurant for dinner. Quite of pricey for a 9 course meal, but it's pretty filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf30akOqAI/AAAAAAAABF0/VE100Ukf3So/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf30akOqAI/AAAAAAAABF0/VE100Ukf3So/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181145241331714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf30uKRsSI/AAAAAAAABF8/GE-LJJOfM4Q/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181150501187874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's found in Bukit Panjang area, pretty close to Junction 10 (previously known as 10 mile Junction). So yup, the restaurant's name is Gui Lin Dong Jiang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the rough layout and setting of the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31Ce_fuI/AAAAAAAABGE/C43jnbFRsvY/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31Ce_fuI/AAAAAAAABGE/C43jnbFRsvY/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181155956784866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First on the Menu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31TatFpI/AAAAAAAABGM/cru8jLVt9xM/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31TatFpI/AAAAAAAABGM/cru8jLVt9xM/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181160502204050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shark's fin. Pretty tasty. The ingredients are quite chunky. So you actually bite into the shark's fin rather than the usual gimmick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following slowly by the rest of the dishes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31pd-RBI/AAAAAAAABGU/BDHgTl1sa00/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf31pd-RBI/AAAAAAAABGU/BDHgTl1sa00/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181166421492754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf50I3fBcI/AAAAAAAABG0/jfVds3I8ZWw/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183339513513410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf5z8YyGtI/AAAAAAAABGs/2KFCqRN8yHw/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183336163515090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf5zQKbFfI/AAAAAAAABGc/bap42WGP6WA/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183324292126194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf6POzWJOI/AAAAAAAABHM/kDkT-ElR2vU/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf6POzWJOI/AAAAAAAABHM/kDkT-ElR2vU/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183804963235042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRf6O6asoII/AAAAAAAABHE/W7Ef1YFx_Ow/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183799491141762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I missed out the Noodles and the dessert. They were served in portions so I think I forgot about them; the lack of magnitude. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was darn filling. But it's a nice dinner. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Festive season, it's always about food isn't it? I think I have been eating more than anything else. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4452210138850445593?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4452210138850445593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4452210138850445593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4452210138850445593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4452210138850445593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/12/26-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TRfzRN8dH2I/AAAAAAAABFM/2MCguuhdVbo/s72-c/IMG_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6524197501551408338</id><published>2010-12-24T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:25:37.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending my last few days as a 23 years old...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years ago, I was 13. First step into Secondary School and knew a close bunch of brothers, of which our "Brotherhood" lasted till now. I guess there's lots of first-s during my secondary school life. It's pretty nostalgic now thinking about them. I shan't name them; for me to know, for you to guess. But I am kind of glad I went through those anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the Year of the Rabbit now; boy, I'm going to be 24. Drats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had this age dampening conversation with my colleagues two days ago when we went to JB to do shopping. Looking older, getting crappy skin, white hair, and they said they are envious of me being 24. Everything looks good when you are young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me think that, one day when I'm like 30+, am I going to look back and start feeling crappy about being old? I kinda know what they are talking about, when how your skin starts to deteriorate when you are older. My skin isn't what it used to be honestly. Takes a lengthier time for pimples to heal. And strangely, I get more pimples these days than I did when I was a teen. Hormonal spurt? If so, while I make do with the pimples, please spurt a little in height too. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inevitably, when we talk about age, people will always ask if I'm single or attached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am single okay, no matter how much disbelief you have. Haha. It comes to me as a pretty fun joke. Quite amusing to see the look of doubt on people's face whenever I say that. I think I am sociable, but that doesn't necessarily mean I have a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you still remember the time when you are so head over heels for someone? Though you were a teen with limited capability, but you do everything in your capacity for her. As though, you will do everything and anything for her. You think about her all the time, you wonder what she is doing, you dream about the endless possibilities of things that you can do with her, and you picture every scenario about the life that you will spend with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be able to dream about these. For Liz, for Regina, and haha, especially for Denise. Is it an age thing? The older I am, the more practical I become. Dreams like these seemed to be surreal in Teenage Love and perhaps more so, for First Love. Which explains that really strong emotions for Denise. But that was then, all went by in a fleeting dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...what's Love? What's finding another half and be gleefully happy? What is seeing the perfections in the little perfections on your other half that people can't see? I see couples whom are indeed of the above. I'm glad for them, yet bewildered by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your standards are high..."&lt;br /&gt;"There is no perfect one. Only the best match."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You should just go on dates and try. Who knows?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know sometimes, feelings can be nurtured."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear these these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the pressure too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't want to make a wrong move. I don't wanna break any girls' hearts out there cause of my uncertainty. I'm also apprehensive of the "Let's try out" move. I guess that's why it's hard for me to get into a r/s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do need a girl. A girl who sees the inner me. A girl who really knows me. A girl who appreciate and understands me through my silence. A girl who sees through and can tolerate my flaws. A girl who likes me for what I am, and not for what I'm capable of. A girl who shares my views and sentiments for the love I have for the little wonder of things. A girl who gives and understands my giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave too much for my previous relationships, that I'm tired of it all. I think I like to be given too, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say the older you get, the better you know what you want for yourself. I say I couldn't agree more, but this search just got a bit harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6524197501551408338?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6524197501551408338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6524197501551408338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6524197501551408338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6524197501551408338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/12/spending-my-last-few-days-as-23-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2415551899922566758</id><published>2010-11-12T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:37:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Love with "I'm in Love" by Narsha.&lt;div&gt;Wanna know what I'm feeling, just close your eyes and flow with this ballad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the lyrics for the simple and beautiful song (Credits: &lt;a href="http://koreansplash.blogspot.com/2010/07/beg-narsha-im-in-love-lyrics-and.html"&gt;http://koreansplash.blogspot.com/2010/07/beg-narsha-im-in-love-lyrics-and.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Romanization + translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;jasireun jeongbalseot daereoteon&lt;br /&gt;geudae chuwahaedageo malragiga naegaen&lt;br /&gt;jeon eodweoweotdeon geojyeo&lt;br /&gt;meonjyeok yeolleyokaji animyeon&lt;br /&gt;geudael nopsigeulgeobwa&lt;br /&gt;geuchareulseulgeo deobeogeo&lt;br /&gt;jiwugaebael beogaejyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;gipeojimyeon sangjeopeuni georaneun saengakhae&lt;br /&gt;teutyeoumi ipseongeon sasirijima&lt;br /&gt;ganjeoran mameulreo gideohago baraetdeon&lt;br /&gt;sarangmi geudaerageomyeon mideoyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;ooh i’m in love, ooh i’ll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;deureopji anayeo geudaewa hamkkeramyeon&lt;br /&gt;saesangeun neomu areumdapjyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;i thought i’ll never gonna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;but i’m in love, cuz i wanna love you baby&lt;br /&gt;sasireuncheon beonsaetdae beoteonaemeomseo&lt;br /&gt;ureobeoteon geudaeparyeo cheoreom&lt;br /&gt;milreodeureo otdeonhareul jeonghae geudaelmal deoneollyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;i can be your good lover, wanna be your AP lover&lt;br /&gt;saesanghae seokhajanghae beokhangyeojagam&lt;br /&gt;dwangeomeon gatalyeo geudae galbirimi&lt;br /&gt;make u never gonna leave me, eulsinhajinaneunayo&lt;br /&gt;geudae midapgaeyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;ahh i’m in love you’re my baby, ahh i’ll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;deureopjianayo geudaewa hamkkeramyeon&lt;br /&gt;saesangeun neomu areumdapjyeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: small; font-family: inherit; "&gt;ooh i’m in love, i’m so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;ooh i’ll fall in love, deureopjianayo geudaewa hamkkeramyeon&lt;br /&gt;saesangeun neomu areumdapjyeo&lt;br /&gt;geudaeneun neomu areumdapjy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;to be honest from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;first time we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;saying i like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;was not easy for me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;if i don't approach you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i was afraid of losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i wrote letters and prepare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;small gifts for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;if my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;goes any deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;it would only hurt me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;its true my mind is full of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i pray with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;the person that i'm hoping for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i believe that person is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;there's no way around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i can't hide my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;you're so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i thought i never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;gonna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;but i'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;cause i wanna love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;thruthfully from the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;somewhere inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;you crashed like a strong wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;you're the only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i think about all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i can be a good lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;wanna be your four-leafed clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i will make you feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;the happiest woman in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;you gotta believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;make you never gonna leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i won't make you promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i will just show it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;with you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;i fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchetms, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;there's no way around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2415551899922566758?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2415551899922566758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2415551899922566758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2415551899922566758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2415551899922566758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-in-love-with-im-in-love-by-narsha.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-290294984313772532</id><published>2010-10-25T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:43:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that an avid learner of a vast range of disciplines, don't sit well with expectations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, I think I had gone out and tried quite a many different things; pretty much now, the jack of all trades but master of none. And still there are things that I feel like trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum is not too keen though. She thinks that I should focus on something and do extremely good at it, so that it can be use as a livelihood in future. Yes, I know she's correct and it's logical. But I feel the restraints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, this wild heart of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-290294984313772532?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/290294984313772532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=290294984313772532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/290294984313772532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/290294984313772532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-that-avid-learner-of-vast-range.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-9125135713203818765</id><published>2010-10-07T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:41:00.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musing</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is my first attempt at this iblogger app.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Currently waiting at CWP for a meeting  to start at 1915.  Sitting outside the Arcade right now, watching all these Sec sch kids walking around, makes me feel that being adolescent is so good. Much free from worries that We all have to face these days.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gone were the days that the sole few objectives we have; scoring well (note that I didn't say study hard), playing hard, being with your friends, family. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not that all these are currently missing from our lives, but if you would just briefly think about things, there are so many other constant worries around us that's accumulating. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maturity sure has her perks. But along with it also comes along these matters that we don't have to trouble ourselves with back then. Oh boy...&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-9125135713203818765?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9125135713203818765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=9125135713203818765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9125135713203818765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9125135713203818765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-musing.html' title='Random musing'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4840838935449424069</id><published>2010-09-16T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:51:28.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos to those of who has been blogging and are still blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember back then when blogging hit like a craze, and everyone's doing it. It's also kind of interesting to see the various type of bloggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Emo Kia - As the name suggests, these bloggers lament on their life, how sad they are to be alone, the world being in black and white with no vibrant colors. So yah, kind of mundane sometimes, harping about the same old things. Once they got themselves into a relationship, blogging stops. Lol. (Ahem, no offense Ngoh. You know I still love you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Twits - As most of us would have seen if you've been surfing around, these are the xiao hei, xiao bai, xiao zhu, xiao mei, xiao princess, xiao this and xiao that. Typical characteristic, they blog like this, "today ishhh a happie day, I feelz lik meetinz my frenz". Well sorry I can't do any better, it had already took up much time to type like that. Had to pause for 1 to 2 secs to think of each word. Haha. So yah, there you have it, the twits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Too Much Info - Yes, sometimes they can go into how they brush their teeth (you mean they didn't if they don't blog about it? Eeeeww). They'll tell you how they spent their day, how they walk this street, take this bus and go to sch and come home, and then sit in front of the com and blog about how they are blogging this. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I guess usually this 3 category of people (I'm not saying All of you out there okay) stopped blogging after awhile. There are others who still pressed on, via photos, drawings, or like me, more words than anything else. I think it's something nice to be continued with. Things that you've reflected then and reading on later, makes you reminisce the kind of feelings and emotions you've felt back then. More often than not, I'll smile sheepishly reading the things I wrote back then.  Some were juvenile, some were sad, some were happy but hey, all these are part of my growing periods. And I think I had fun blogging about these thoughts. I may not blog as frequent as some of us may do. But I definitely enjoy this little habit and will still continue to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Pok, it's been 6 years. Wow. I didn't realize that till you mentioned it. To those whom links I still kept on the side, kudos to you too. Esp people like Cy, Garry and Celine, I know you guys have been blogging for the longest time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4840838935449424069?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4840838935449424069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4840838935449424069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4840838935449424069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4840838935449424069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/09/kudos-to-those-of-who-has-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5264358133454532004</id><published>2010-09-14T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:55:28.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91"&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought; how much can two people have in common?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91"&gt;Invoking, interesting, intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5264358133454532004?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5264358133454532004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5264358133454532004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5264358133454532004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5264358133454532004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3485992583027043197</id><published>2010-09-09T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:43:41.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A World through my Eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;climb the mountains, that soar above the skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A calm serenity that gazes with the gale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cloaked with a heavy mist, that mystifies its trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A World through my Eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stretch the plains, that reach beyond known sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quiescent green that lies untouched on the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its untold tales, hidden within its girth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A World through my Eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spread the seas, that fill depth of emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hue of blue that rays sparkle upon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its exotic beauty sheds, as it washes ashore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3485992583027043197?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3485992583027043197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3485992583027043197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3485992583027043197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3485992583027043197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/09/world-through-my-eyes-climb-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2062940448116666687</id><published>2010-09-08T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:49:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a delightful morning it was to see a cute cartoon strip drawn by my friend. Made me chuckled as I read through it. There ain't a better english phrase to describe it, so I'm gonna say it in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawings are 栩栩如生!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TIcGVhGdrgI/AAAAAAAABB8/G9ZhKq-A6Uk/s1600/Bonnie+and+snarky.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TIcGVhGdrgI/AAAAAAAABB8/G9ZhKq-A6Uk/s320/Bonnie+and+snarky.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514383235470962178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's so cute!! Aren't the Cats adorable? From the left, the cats are Bonnie and Snarky respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how naive and innocent Bonnie is being portrayed and how Snarky is, with its cool, calm and know-it-all attitude. I think my friend has captured that all vividly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll share more of these cute strips in future when she has time for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2062940448116666687?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2062940448116666687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2062940448116666687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2062940448116666687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2062940448116666687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-delightful-morning-it-was-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TIcGVhGdrgI/AAAAAAAABB8/G9ZhKq-A6Uk/s72-c/Bonnie+and+snarky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4535536119771434929</id><published>2010-09-06T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:44:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, a strange thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, a story of every individual written by him or herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, the experiencing of different perspective of matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, comprehending each and every emotions as you go through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, the knowing the differences and how you know you'll never get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, the seeking of understanding who you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, believing you can, you will and you shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is, complex; a mixture of all known permutations and combinations of infinite and endless possibilities, where every minute of decisions affects every minute of outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably this is what I see life as, and I'm still learning more.&lt;br /&gt;So how's your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4535536119771434929?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4535536119771434929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4535536119771434929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4535536119771434929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4535536119771434929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/09/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5158201216976817920</id><published>2010-07-28T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:46:42.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seldom, rarely and have never dissed other people's Profile before in my blog. But I met my marker.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a Friend's friend. Here's the content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;❤about me??hu..nth to describe actually..❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤like to talk on phone wif dear❤&lt;br /&gt;❤she is my kai xin guo❤&lt;br /&gt;❤love her 4ever❤&lt;br /&gt;琳琳我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤like 2 sing❤&lt;br /&gt;❤like 2 listen music❤&lt;br /&gt;❤like 2 play guitar❤&lt;br /&gt;❤like 2 on9 computer❤&lt;br /&gt;❤like 2 play basketball❤&lt;br /&gt;❤hahaz..im a happi d guys(before)NOW..im a sadly d guys❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤and lastly...like 2 sl33p lor,but hope can die..not need think anymore..❤&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF?! Freaking guy using multiple &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;❤ &lt;/span&gt;is friggin gay. I paused for a sec and checked that I was looking at a guy's profile and indeed, I was. And several things are rhetorical, which means that it's just plain retarded. Oh life. Here, I'll go through with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "about me? nothing to describe actually" - how about just not describing in the first place? And no one's friggin asking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point 2 to 9 are fine. We get it; you love your gf and you apparently have some hobbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. "hahaz..im a happi d guys(before)NOW..im a sadly d guys" - WTF dude? Just make up your mind! And who the hell cared if you're happy or sad now anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last statement, "and lastly, like to sleep lor but hope can die...no need to think anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just die Dude! You can start to not think about it and go. No one's stopping you. I bet we're all for it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5158201216976817920?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5158201216976817920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5158201216976817920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5158201216976817920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5158201216976817920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-seldom-rarely-and-have-never-dissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1696141864589422931</id><published>2010-07-05T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:41:15.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choices choices choices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's all about choices. It's what you choose which determines what you will be. It's what you choose that will determine what you do. So, the question is how to choose correctly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lots of interests which I thought they piqued me quite a bit. For the past week, I had this sudden realization that, how come no one in my family ventured into Arts and Social Sciences? My two elder brothers went into business related sectors. Seemingly, I seemed to be making my way there as well. Sister's got plans to further her Nursing studies. Younger Bro has quite a keen interest to continue with doing Science. So what about Arts? What about the study on Culture and Civilization? I love to watch Documentaries on them. I love to listen to the various opinions and theories exchanged in conversation between my colleagues. Does that really point to what I should be doing for my studies in future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, I was quite set on doing a Business degree. Had a few affirmations by various people on how I strike them as having a potential personality to do marketing. But hey, really I'm not sure what's it all about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. Life, and I'm treading heavily on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1696141864589422931?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1696141864589422931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1696141864589422931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1696141864589422931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1696141864589422931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/07/choices-choices-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7350426329277928646</id><published>2010-06-17T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:04:36.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;So here I am, Camp Day 0. Have just finished pre camp preparation and sat through a quick meeting and discussion on the various team activities. With everything readied, now it’s just dependant on how the show will run tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Many a times, when people hold their camps at NACLI, I’ve always marveled at the room facilities. I feel that it’s pretty top notch; it’s like staying in a hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This is my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnnIiCdQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7ds2igNmVJI/s1600/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnnIiCdQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7ds2igNmVJI/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485427899395896578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look at the murals on the wall. It shows stick man and stick cows. Gives a very laid back feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnmGG4WUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R2Y-wfr3mXs/s1600/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnmGG4WUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R2Y-wfr3mXs/s320/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485427881565247810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnl_dhGnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZTlSQWT3Wq4/s1600/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnl_dhGnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZTlSQWT3Wq4/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485427879781145202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Haha, isn’t it nice? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7350426329277928646?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7350426329277928646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7350426329277928646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7350426329277928646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7350426329277928646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-here-i-am-camp-day-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TCAnnIiCdQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7ds2igNmVJI/s72-c/DSC00643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-813294469221508059</id><published>2010-06-14T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:00:57.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>150th Post. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually get this scenic view when I walk over to the Bus interchange from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kind of nice and relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TBUcVG9iLvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3HIUsaeTOF8/s1600/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TBUcVG9iLvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3HIUsaeTOF8/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482319270364983026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TBUcUmt60yI/AAAAAAAAA-E/u111UiAEKRo/s1600/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TBUcUmt60yI/AAAAAAAAA-E/u111UiAEKRo/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482319261709554466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda nice isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It marks the end of the short little 3 weeks break. Workload's gonna come back soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-813294469221508059?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/813294469221508059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=813294469221508059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/813294469221508059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/813294469221508059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/06/150th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TBUcVG9iLvI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3HIUsaeTOF8/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6097328175577480921</id><published>2010-06-04T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:46:26.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Okay, I’m trying this new blogging method with using Email. It seems like a great idea; convenience really. I don’t have to log in to do posting now. I can easily just type here and mail it to a  given address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;That being said. I hope the photos and pictures formatting will come out alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Peculiar weather we have these days; I took this two shots at the Platform of Woodlands Mrt Station yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;What you see here, is one side of the platform (heading towards Marina Bay). Notice the dark grey skies and what you see as blurred, is actually caused by the heavy rain. Think my camera shutter  is too fast to capture the heavy rain. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2ubIhZTI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X_2GTIWzTr0/s1600/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2ubIhZTI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X_2GTIWzTr0/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478759486625768754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;At the same time, on the other side of the platform overlooking to the horizon, it’s pretty near actually, but you can see there ain’t much of the rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2u4aQMRI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VQSY8dHhXd4/s1600/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2u4aQMRI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VQSY8dHhXd4/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478759494484766994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;It seems to be that one side of the platform is pouring, while at the same location, the other side is clearing up. Just imagine how fine is the ‘line’ between these two areas. The cloud is able  to specifically pour on one side of woodlands while drizzling at the other. Weird…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;The cooking saga continues. Celine, if you’re reading this, beyond my Mum’s cooking skills, lies my Grandparents. They can create the kind of taste that my Mum and Aunts can never achieve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;As posted in my facebook, ever since my Grandparents came, I’ve been treated to a luxurious and sumptuous dinner since Sunday. Here’s the list;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Sunday – Penang Laksa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Monday – Asam Soup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Tuesday – Pig Trotters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Wednesday – Dumplings with My’sian Touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Thursday – Flower Crab with a sweet, sour and spicy sauce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;I don’t know what’s for tonight yet. However, I always look forward to amuse myself with a little surprise to go home and see what’s on the dining table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Only yesterday, I decided that I should take pictures of the good food. So here it is,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2v9I_5oI/AAAAAAAAA90/fVnDyEfOI30/s1600/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2v9I_5oI/AAAAAAAAA90/fVnDyEfOI30/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478759512934442626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2vbdGPRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/359zxHrQkI4/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2vbdGPRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/359zxHrQkI4/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478759503891938578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2wAa0DLI/AAAAAAAAA98/Qa1NKAKKUhQ/s1600/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2wAa0DLI/AAAAAAAAA98/Qa1NKAKKUhQ/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478759513814469810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91;"&gt;Nothing beats sitting down and eating with the Chef, while discussing about food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#365F91;"&gt;My grandparent’s Culinary skills are unrivaled. They’ve never ceased to amaze me with their food since I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6097328175577480921?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6097328175577480921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6097328175577480921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6097328175577480921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6097328175577480921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-i-trying-this-new-blogging-method.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/TAh2ubIhZTI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X_2GTIWzTr0/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5531201445697214382</id><published>2010-06-01T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:19:17.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once in awhile, it always feels a bit lonely now and then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Colleagues: "I don't understand. You're pretty good looking. You can sing, play guitar, do Wushu, play guzheng and quite a smart boy too. How come you don't have a girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wished I knew too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me I'm too picky. Am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guy friends think I'm having lots of choices and hangs out with many different girls, which I don't. My girl friends think that I am a nice guy and often wondered with me on my single status. My colleagues think that I ought to be dating at this age. My Mum thinks that all the girls issue can wait and ask me to focus on my career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it comes to me, everyone's thinking of something for me already. I try not think too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5531201445697214382?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5531201445697214382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5531201445697214382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5531201445697214382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5531201445697214382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-in-awhile-it-always-feels-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8407203963416312552</id><published>2010-05-25T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:01:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the Opening of Woodlands Waterfront, I went down with my colleague to take a look after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems pretty nice although only Phase 1 of it was opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the Entrance to the Waterfront, looks pretty impressive right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWlCLIlI/AAAAAAAAATk/h7qXkMVV59U/s1600/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWlCLIlI/AAAAAAAAATk/h7qXkMVV59U/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475079011548471890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this long bridge to walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWM5FN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/acsJfSb1wes/s1600/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWM5FN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/acsJfSb1wes/s320/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475079005067884530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWM5FN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/acsJfSb1wes/s1600/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how long it is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjVi4tR9I/AAAAAAAAATU/wj1UovBjkHU/s1600/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjVi4tR9I/AAAAAAAAATU/wj1UovBjkHU/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475078993792026578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's a nice place for couple to stroll, walk your dog, bring your kids out, or just come by yourself to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, think I'll be regular here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I hope bad crowd won't come to hang around at this area. They will dirty, spoil and make a mess of out this scenic place. Seriously don't know what's wrong with this nature of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! Isn't Xperia X10 nice!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tnfNdJH7I/AAAAAAAAATs/U-SQQM7ZlZA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tnfNdJH7I/AAAAAAAAATs/U-SQQM7ZlZA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475083557884469170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 85px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn the lack of $$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@!#$$^%&amp;amp;$%^*#^@%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8407203963416312552?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8407203963416312552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8407203963416312552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8407203963416312552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8407203963416312552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-opening-of-woodlands-waterfront-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S_tjWlCLIlI/AAAAAAAAATk/h7qXkMVV59U/s72-c/DSC00558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1490199177606103956</id><published>2010-05-20T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:42:15.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday Celebrations, Holiday Trips, Good meals from Time to time and etc, how do I get to save again?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum just pointed to me last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You've got so many group of friends out there. Every month, there will be someone's birthday somewhere, and of different groups. So how do you plan to save?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went, "Mmm....".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, I don't have an answer to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently Shini offered me a package to Egypt, yes it's discounted. So I'd save approximately $1.5K, when compared to normal. However, I still got to fork out that $3K to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've been planning to save, at least near $10K, by the end of this year. How like this? Someone wanna donate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money fly here! Soon! Now! Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently,  Tifa didn't mind a little "Togetherness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister took the following photo when we're both sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S_Tye2KS2YI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YJlUQ0wZdrc/s1600/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S_Tye2KS2YI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YJlUQ0wZdrc/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473266058910685570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. That's my Tifa. I get the feeling she slept there the whole night. Cause if my Sis took this and she's already there, I woke up finding her there too. So likely, she's been near my leg the whole night. Hopefully, I didn't kick her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work's having some breathing space now. Haha, going through the full swing of the peak was devastating. I always feel mentally exhausted when I get home. Imagine if I'm schooling, I'll probably died in class or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say one thing leads to the other; talking about schooling. I'm splitted between doing full-time studies or doing part-time studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coach told me that the world view part-time degree as sub-standard, as opposed to doing full-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, then there's this whole issue about civil service and overseas degree completed on local campus. Troublesome troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, what else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's fumble through my Wish list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Studies - unsolvable (due to $)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Holidays - unsolvable (due to $)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Party meals - unsolvable (due to $, and I still owe people money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gadgets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Gadgets. Above all, I like to get myself a new phone. A smart phone, imbued with Data Plan. I think it's really good and convenient for people like me. I'm pretty attuned to Blogging, Facebooking, Emailing, and many online matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, SE Xperia X10 or iPhone4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still cracking my head which one to get. X10 currently is $700 plus. Hopefully with the release of iPhone4, X10 will go down a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If X10 turns out cheaper then I'll get it. If not, iPhone4 will likely be the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with either whopping amount of money required, how do I save again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, money, root of all problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1490199177606103956?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1490199177606103956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1490199177606103956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1490199177606103956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1490199177606103956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-celebrations-holiday-trips.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S_Tye2KS2YI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YJlUQ0wZdrc/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-9090437966378258646</id><published>2010-05-03T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:48:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long while ago, this would have been a very special day for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm already all over it. But taking some time to reminisce all the little things that we did, was still sweet and it brings a smile across my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were just 15 and 13 then. And now, we're 23 and 21. So much has changed. God knows what you've been doing out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you've been fine all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-9090437966378258646?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9090437966378258646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=9090437966378258646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9090437966378258646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9090437966378258646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-while-ago-this-would-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4684498558948934550</id><published>2010-04-07T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:08:22.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an awfully late post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had intended to take a photo of all my Bday gifts and share it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in a recent swap of handphone with my mum, I've accidentally deleted all my photos. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just like to share, I've got "Help Alvin get an iPhone fund", a New Converse sneakers (red and white), CK Perfume "Free", a nice brown handy leather bag and picnic by Kranji Dam with Ad and Naz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely surprises, lovely people and lovely gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th Apr, R.I.P Tze xian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April has been a hectic month for me. Ever since School started, I've been dreadfully busy. Still, I enjoy my work. My colleagues are nice people. My bosses are always asking after me, if I can cope or am I overloaded and advised me if need be, learn to say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually back posting here. Haha! This is no good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need one of this smart phones to be blogging-on-the-go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have impulse to blog when I chance upon things outside. But when I get home, I lack the drive and the content to blog with. So usually I'll brush it aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SE Xperia X10 or iPhone4, hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4684498558948934550?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4684498558948934550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4684498558948934550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4684498558948934550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4684498558948934550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-awfully-late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7729277093667723064</id><published>2010-03-29T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:43:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March seemed to be a month to be hearing bad news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt that from my Admiralty Garden Park downstairs, where I meet all my doggy friends, series of uneventful events took place. And the first two happened during the time I was serving NS, so I was pretty disconnected with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An old uncle that loves Tifa a lot. Always wanna pet Tifa when we walk pass, but Tifa would always avoid him; which makes me really "pai seh" sometimes. This uncle died of Heart attack, which explains why I haven seen him downstairs for very long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; A Husky guy. I just contacted him near Jul/Aug asking how's life and stuff. He was fine so all's good till recently, I learnt that He had met with an accident in My'sia when He was having his holidays over there in November. He passed away too, at the age of 21.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;28th Mar marked the death anniversary of a pretty friend whom I got to know only for a very short time. This sweet girl passed away 3 years ago due to cancer. She was only about about 18 then. Her last wish was simply to have us not to forget her; which I hold endearing to, making a point to think of her when it comes to this date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's sad and scary to have friends whom you get acquainted with, passing on at such a tender age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7729277093667723064?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7729277093667723064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7729277093667723064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7729277093667723064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7729277093667723064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-seemed-to-be-month-to-be-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8677953115598593071</id><published>2010-03-10T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:06:24.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S5dYmmXmAAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/srwRmiLGdAQ/s1600-h/Photo0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S5dYmmXmAAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/srwRmiLGdAQ/s320/Photo0170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446919694485684226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was walking my dog at about 10pm last Saturday when I saw this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all the trash on the floor. Apparently, whatever event that was held that had ceased shortly just, as there are cleaners on the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, what the hell? It's littered across the whole amphitheater, with empty plastic bottles and bags and whatever trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What good is a community event when this is the kind of community you're serving? And mind you, I'm dead sure that majority of the people who attended are adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How exemplary... Seriously, these fags should just crush and burn. They are just the "kind" of role models we need to further educate the already apathetic kids we have nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apathetic kids are the problem and bane of the society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not contributing, making a ruckus; competing in frivolous things (eg, "zeng" their car), walking around like big shots when they are just like shit, living in their own self-deluded comfort world which they thought they'd be so maturely created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP SHIT HEADS. It's all about choice and how/what you choose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about try living in a third world country to learn and understand the developments we have now ain't easy to come by? Everyone's working to improve and contribute to the community while you just sit there and leech off the reaps. Everyone, especially your parents! They didn't work so hard so that you can be a shit head. Pampering is fine, that is the rights you solely get to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, you can choose not to be apathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can choose to contribute. You can choose to make a difference. You can choose to study and work hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can, but you don't want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wah lan, I wanna "zeng" my car." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, if you were wondering how I link trash to apathy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever seen a shit head picking up trash?? Worse still, they are the ones who contribute to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Crush and Burn Assholes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8677953115598593071?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8677953115598593071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8677953115598593071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8677953115598593071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8677953115598593071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/03/was-walking-my-dog-at-about-10pm-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/S5dYmmXmAAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/srwRmiLGdAQ/s72-c/Photo0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6441597617642681032</id><published>2010-02-26T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:53:36.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Beautiful song for all you beautiful souls out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Soul - Jesse Mccartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you are something special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you, I'd be always faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want another minute go to waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm just fine moving forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll ease your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never make you cry, c'mon let's try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby do you think you could want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna waste you time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see things the way I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna know if you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You beautiful soul, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's those old school cheesy pop songs, which always works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, Jesse Mccartney has the same kind of charm like Nick Carter back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blonde, suave, cool and casual outlook, which makes girls grow weak on the knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I had initially thought that he's probably the kind to sell his looks (he has 'em anyway) but, I was informed that he wrote most of his songs in his album, which now, makes me really appreciative of his songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a quick glance, the lyrics are actually not of those in-depth meanings and sophisticated words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's plain. It's simple. It's nice and it works. If it's cheesy enough to make people attune their feelings to it, it's great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'll like to do a cover of it soon, maybe over the weekends. It's gonna be added to my inventory of songs to surprise my girl next time if we dine at some cafe with acoustic setup. Gonna just casually walk over to stage, sing and give her all the limelight. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, the cover will be dedicated to my dear Vivi. My tribute to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She introduced the song to me in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, keep those cheesy songs comin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6441597617642681032?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6441597617642681032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6441597617642681032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6441597617642681032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6441597617642681032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-song-for-all-you-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3585160805426364466</id><published>2010-02-24T12:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:06:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been seriously having an overdose of Korean girls these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How irresistibly can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taengoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it pretty funny to have this random thought, so I thought to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys being guys, when they see a hot and sexy chick, they will probably have ahem ahem thoughts and thinking about how good and whatever sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! What if they see this cute chick? What actually goes on in their mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, despite being called as pretty boy, feminine look and all that stuff, at the end of the day, I'm still a guy. My lil brother seizes opportunity to take charge every once in awhile. So when there's this hot chick and all, of course some thoughts will drift on its own. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the same can't be said for cute girl. At least for me. I'll be more compelled be thinking of how good it will be to embrace her, give her kisses, teasing her and making her pout her lips while being bewildered by how much cuteness she's capable of. All that rather than thinking of going to bed with her, cause it feels so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it's a sin to do so? Like things don't really fall into the right place? Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe visuals will help you think better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TERdY9GuI/AAAAAAAAATM/-NyOsf33ihs/s1600-h/hot+pants+digital+photo+karla+molina+sexy+model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TERdY9GuI/AAAAAAAAATM/-NyOsf33ihs/s320/hot+pants+digital+photo+karla+molina+sexy+model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441690053996518114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TERdY9GuI/AAAAAAAAATM/-NyOsf33ihs/s1600-h/hot+pants+digital+photo+karla+molina+sexy+model.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(for figure of speech purposes, please don't not quote me) If you see a sexy chick like her, you'll be thinking of all the fanciful stuff that you will like to do with her, suddenly becoming so flexible with your ligaments and assuming all the poses you never thought possible, and be thinking like "Who's your Daddy?" kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TEQ1dT5ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/3fgM12XMZxU/s1600-h/10626_102706633078946_100000188291293_83022_2305276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TEQ1dT5ZI/AAAAAAAAATE/3fgM12XMZxU/s320/10626_102706633078946_100000188291293_83022_2305276_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441690043277370770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with Taengoo. Aww, how to even start to list down all the sweet lovely things that you wanna do together wit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking a meal together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking stroll by the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snuggle to watch stars together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having regular movies session with her in your arms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing readings together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking your dog out together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya! Infinite list la! You get what I mean. At the end of the day, you wouldn't be thinking about sex at all lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, Taeng taeng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3585160805426364466?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3585160805426364466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3585160805426364466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3585160805426364466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3585160805426364466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-seriously-having-overdose-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S4TERdY9GuI/AAAAAAAAATM/-NyOsf33ihs/s72-c/hot+pants+digital+photo+karla+molina+sexy+model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1945861622712232409</id><published>2010-02-16T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:48:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why you go away</title><content type='html'>Heard this song over FM while driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old School songs are still the best.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Learns to Rock - That's why you go away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Baby won't you tell me why there is sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;br /&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who set it up&lt;br /&gt;Now you're the one to make it stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's feeling lost right now&lt;br /&gt;Now you want me to forget every little thing you said&lt;br /&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CHORUS : I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;br /&gt;The feelings so strong were lasting for so long&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;That's why you go away I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.themusichutch.com/mp3player.swf" width="320" height="85" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="file=http://www.themusichutch.com/play.xml.php%3Fsongid%3D80690&amp;amp;showdigits=true&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;displayheight=40&amp;amp;callback=statistics.php&amp;amp;linkfromdisplay=true&amp;amp;backcolor=0xffffcc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1945861622712232409?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1945861622712232409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1945861622712232409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1945861622712232409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1945861622712232409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-why-you-go.html' title='That&apos;s why you go away'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8749479815704568665</id><published>2010-02-10T15:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:30:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, question to ponder... Does every couple out there come from the same walks of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess not right? Unless, you've been together since kids, and have been going to the same institute, same workplace and probably same hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, on a less stringent level (maybe what I mentioned above, some fitted) and maximizing the possibilities, say 1 in every 5 couple, come from exactly the same walk in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What about the other 4? How do they come about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe the key to their success is the amount of feelings they have for the other and how respectful they are for each other's background, which brings about positive subtle changes and compromises made for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A classic example; Have you ever see pretty girls out there that will sweep you off your feet? And then you see the nerdy bf beside her, you get the shock of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thoughts like "Wha..? How come? Eh?!", would probably zoom past your mind. Still, reality's just there, smacking you right at your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So would you reckon that these two individuals, came from the same walks of life? Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thus, brings about the question; How do they work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not pinning down to the finest and the intricate details but on a more general view, this two individuals must have very strong feelings for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They understand each other's background, respect it, compromise and work together on it to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't think I need to clearly state out the examples right? You all should know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't such a relationship kind of romantic? Two different individuals with extreme differences in background, being able to come together and working things out. I should think that it's not easy but hey, there are couples who pulled this off right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as such, my illustration is of an extreme case. Most of the couple around us, don't come from the same walks of life, yet they are together. This shows actually how much they feel for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feelings is the foundation I guess. And with it, comes the rest. In a logical and explicit manner;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feelings --&gt; Your half before yourself --&gt; the respect for him/her --&gt; understanding &amp;amp; compromising --&gt; working together to solve any problems --&gt; Happiness (yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, I truly believe in the above. Isn't that the sweetness of finding a partner to work together in life to solve issues? Isn't that fulfilling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rather than finding a partner which you work alone to solve the issues of both, slave away till you're on deathbed. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone, any disputes? I don't mind a second opinion. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hand me your fears, as I hand mine;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;we shall walk them through together.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Give me your woes, as I give mine;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;step by step shall they be overcomed.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Share your joy, as I share mine;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;for that gives us strength to a journey of yonder&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'll take your hand, but would you take mine?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;the path of your own happiness,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;that, is solely yours to decide.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8749479815704568665?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8749479815704568665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is, crashing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;And will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-744844183380175035?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5578024883886128403</id><published>2010-02-04T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:28:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under the glow of a star filled sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;upon my shoulders where you lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treading lightly the path we choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fogged of uncertainty what our choice holds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basking in the rays of first light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;within my embrace where you hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forging bonds as time passes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deepening feelings as seasons change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Enveloped together in the golden brilliance,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;locked with each other as dusk approaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entwined now our destiny are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; to a blissful future ever last.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, needs a little tweaking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the golden brilliance loses its shine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;changing hue as dusk approaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now alone, I stood by the waves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminiscing the memories of yesterdays'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5578024883886128403?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5578024883886128403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5578024883886128403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5578024883886128403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5578024883886128403'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8592139017002795312?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8592139017002795312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8592139017002795312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8592139017002795312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8592139017002795312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/02/q-how-do-you-fend-yourself-against-an.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5981992763995432643</id><published>2010-02-01T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:31:02.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... one's thinking that He's doing something that might not be of the right etiquette, yet one can't help it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it alright to continue this way though it's to one's liking of the way things are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One can just guess, to live the moment as it is and savor every sweet minute of it, let tomorrow worry about future itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forbidden Fruit - lovely, sweet and appealing, yet deadly, bitter and sinful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5981992763995432643?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5981992763995432643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5981992763995432643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5981992763995432643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5981992763995432643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2171079723329690060</id><published>2010-01-25T19:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:01:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty fortunate to have driven several cars after I got my driving license, which is a privilege that some of us can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends may have gotten their license but they lack the opportunity to drive. This was my concern too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I guess I'm really the fortunate ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the luxury of driving different cars before. And I thought that driving any cars would probably feel the same, as I don't feel any indifference at all after having driving different cars...until I drove my Bro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here on, I'm gonna briefly look at what kinda cars I've driven before, in a chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12Jwf4q2BI/AAAAAAAAARk/efr1rQjyQEk/s320/land+rover+defender.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430648191964600338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landrover Defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first car that I drove when I was learning how to drive. Oh, i realized that I didn't explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn driving through the military. So yes, I save on the driving lessons outside. Haha! So ya. the defender, believe or not, the car was rickety old. So you got to be a bit rougher with the pedals and gears to drive the vehicle around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think it's a good car to being with. When you can manage to drive a rickety old car, know of its habitual engine problems, deal with its half-stuck pedals, how difficult would a new and modern car pose as a problem to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12LN8L2-jI/AAAAAAAAARs/bS1slAey85Y/s1600-h/unimog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12LN8L2-jI/AAAAAAAAARs/bS1slAey85Y/s320/unimog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430649797289114162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercedes Benz Unimog. I've actually driven an Indeco 3 tonner but I can't find the photo to talk about it. So yeah, this vehicle is used as a recovery vehicle. Engine's superbly strong. It can be used to transport heavy loads as well. You'll probably think it's a piece of junk, but hey, this junk has 6 gears. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12MYdhFiiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4XQ-xqOU1mY/s1600-h/Ford+Everest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12MYdhFiiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4XQ-xqOU1mY/s320/Ford+Everest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430651077546838562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12MXxXzAGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x_ueW6-jK7s/s1600-h/Everest+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12MXxXzAGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/x_ueW6-jK7s/s320/Everest+interior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430651065696714850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ford Everest. This is the vehicle I drive the most often during my NS. So I'm really used to SUVs and driving big cars around. Haha! Well, I kinda grew a liking to this car. Seat's comfy and spacious, the vehicle is pretty high as in tall, and it's 2.5 liters. Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12Nz_6s2oI/AAAAAAAAASE/C9BsGwPBtBU/s1600-h/Discovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12Nz_6s2oI/AAAAAAAAASE/C9BsGwPBtBU/s320/Discovery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430652650149173890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12N0F-QzHI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zgy-tk23D0U/s1600-h/discovery+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12N0F-QzHI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zgy-tk23D0U/s320/discovery+interior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430652651774725234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landrover Discovery. Another SUV. This one has 3 liters I think. The one that I drove was fully furnished. With Tv, good audio unit, spacious (which SUV isn't) and pretty high also. Haha! This is a really expensive car. Singapore only has 14 of this model, 2 are with SAF. Ain't I fortunate? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12pvcvXvBI/AAAAAAAAASU/Q_BXQWdlXV8/s1600-h/toyota+picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12pvcvXvBI/AAAAAAAAASU/Q_BXQWdlXV8/s320/toyota+picnic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430683358312512530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada! Toyota Pinic. 7 seater. Yes small-sized Alvin's been driving the big cars always. Handling's really good for this one. Guess there's a reason why they call it a Family car. Everything's practically designed for comfort. Well, shan't say much about this one la. Even Taxis nowadays have 7 seaters. You probably experienced it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12rrNaTFrI/AAAAAAAAASc/SspvQERDJ1M/s1600-h/08_Mitsu_Lancer_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12rrNaTFrI/AAAAAAAAASc/SspvQERDJ1M/s320/08_Mitsu_Lancer_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430685484501374642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer. I used this car for 5 practice sessions before going for my TP with it. Nice ride. I couldn't really give a comment on the engine for this one. L plate and TP, how fast can you get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12sdvLVU7I/AAAAAAAAASs/q5oSwU5wt60/s1600-h/08aveo5_02lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12sdvLVU7I/AAAAAAAAASs/q5oSwU5wt60/s320/08aveo5_02lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430686352558871474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12sdZ_VncI/AAAAAAAAASk/je6tY2lSklY/s1600-h/large_aveo_interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12sdZ_VncI/AAAAAAAAASk/je6tY2lSklY/s320/large_aveo_interior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430686346871414210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chevrolet Aveo. Thanks to a dear friend of mine whom trust my driving skills so much that, to my largest of surprises, willingly borrow me her car from time to time. I come to find small cars pretty cute. Engine may not be strong enough and all but, I think for young couple or dating ones, this kinda car is pretty apt. It doesn't come off too strongly and stuff. It's like the kinda car those cute couples would get together and ride out with. Haha! And probably in the civilian world, this is the car that I've driven most and am comfortable with so far. Lol. Looks cute ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eighth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one, I never even thought that I get the chance to drive it, much less have the prior knowledge to it. But yes, I totally get the chance to drive it and am getting very addicted to it. Ladies and Gentleman, may I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12uLcEtkjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xhNrN6MGsW8/s1600-h/alfa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12uLcEtkjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xhNrN6MGsW8/s320/alfa+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430688237216436786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12uLnb0RLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1SISASUo3CI/s1600-h/alfa+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12uLnb0RLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1SISASUo3CI/s320/alfa+interior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430688240266134706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfa Romeo 156 GTA. My brother's proud ride. Yes, I'm a lucky bastard. Yes, this ride definitely rocks. Yes, I'm so addicted to it. Yes, the engine's strong, too strong. Stronger than any of the above I've driven. I was like WHOAAAA after my bro orientated me on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the ride that totally showed me the difference with having a good engine and how different driving a car can be. Prior to having drive this, I thought all cars are pretty much the same. But sitting behind the wheel and driving it yourself, hearing the engine roaring and throttling deep, you feel, i really have to use this word, ORGASMIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car looks damn sleek also. Everything's great, however, I feel the most stressed when driving my bro's car. Imagine I made the wrong move...CHOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting huh? The ride that I'm most addicted too, yet the most stressed. Haha! But still, it's the ride I enjoy driving the most by far. I know it's an expensive taste to lust for but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I love Alfa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2171079723329690060?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2171079723329690060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2171079723329690060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2171079723329690060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2171079723329690060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/S12Jwf4q2BI/AAAAAAAAARk/efr1rQjyQEk/s72-c/land+rover+defender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-2142195386300684808</id><published>2010-01-21T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:32:35.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Chimneys</title><content type='html'>Work's been pleasing till date. I don't dread going to work at all. I guess this is what everyone should try to find. It's hard to be living in a life where you wake up in the morning and go, "Crap, gotta go to work again..." That's just damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I have to deal with this every Morning; yes Mobile Chimneys. Lots of Mobile Chimneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just stand still at a Smoking Corner or besides a rubbish chute while you finish your stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you "spread" your love around and share it with people, especially the ones who are walking behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One puff from them and the next fastest thing that will happen is that you land your face right into the smoke whilst it's still in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if it's just one or two. If people who have come around Woodlands before and you know the stretch of walk that you have to make before reaching RP; yes that long stretch of walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine walking through that long stretch dealing with many mobile chimneys in them. It's as almost I'm playing a game of hiding and shunning from the Smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've either walk far behind them or just speed up to overtake them. Worst still, once you've think you have cleared the zone, there will be a bugger either in front or behind you, happily take out a stick and leave that grey fog of matter in the air. Arghh, murderous intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with people smoking so long as they are considerate about it. And I don't know if it's just me, but normally these Chimneys have this "I've got every right to be Smoking what" - stuck up look on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they walked like superbly cool? Or they tried, while puffing along the way. Which I thought, was a pathetic sight. Lol! Ok, maybe for this portion, it's just really me. Who knows,  they may be nice people. But I just can't understand the way these people walk this "cool walk" sometimes. Just walk properly la! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said taking a Morning walk and breathe in the Fresh air is good for you? You'd die faster with the Morning walk that I'm taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-2142195386300684808?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2142195386300684808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=2142195386300684808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2142195386300684808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/2142195386300684808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/01/mobile-chimneys.html' title='Mobile Chimneys'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3800619698831826886</id><published>2010-01-19T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:53:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>Alright, I haven't blog at all since almost a year ago. Following the post I've written so far, I realized I've got a nasty trend. The updates always slowed to a dead still after awhile; which is not good, although I try and start the post with a determined heart to keep it alive. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's 2010 already. So there went by; my NS life. Ord-ed on the 23th of Oct. Returning to the liberated life of the "Pink" world. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe two years just went like that. I've met, learnt and had fun in my NS. Also, gotten myself a handful of close friends from it. Yes, as I always say, the shitty things that we do have no appeal, it's the doing of these shitty things with your mates that makes it fun. Guess we've all bonded really well from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following after NS, I'm back to work in RP. Started work on the 15th Dec ' 09. So counting as of today, I've been working for about a month now. Working in RP is after all, quite fun. My colleagues are nice people. And they've all come from different working backgrounds. It has been quite insightful and fun to hear from them of their various experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many thanks to Dr Gan. For informing me that there's a job opening when I happened to be looking for job and, for being concerned and giving constant advices and assurance to my dilemma of being at the crossroads, not knowing of what to do and invest in for my coming phase of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to determine what I really want to do now. I've well thought that I probably don't want to do any more science-related studies or work. I like to climb out and re-look at the many pits, to ponder and decide which pit to jump into and be contented there. Hard ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's probably what I'm currently stuck with right now. Trying to see and decide what do I really want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, this should be a pretty good heads-up for this new year. I've changed my blog theme entirely. Hope my readers (if you guys are still around) like it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3800619698831826886?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3800619698831826886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3800619698831826886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3800619698831826886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3800619698831826886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-year.html' title='Brand New Year'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5448982828520146891</id><published>2009-05-17T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:46:58.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you are what you are, doing the things that you're doing or, didn't think that you would be doing like 10 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years is a lengthy time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years ago, at a reasonably impressionable age of 12, I was just dutifully adhering to what my parents asked of me; studies. While competing in the rat race of scoring good results and trying to play in what a childhood would be like, who would have thought of what the future might hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together with some of my close-knit primary school friends, we see a major change in these recent 10 years. Each of us ended in different secondary schools and thus, different exposures. Be it friends, leadership opportunities, CCAs, or also in academic issues, we all have learnt things, which have change and mature our processes of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of us has different beliefs. different approach to things and different interests. What happened to the innocent childhood, 10 years ago, in which we are a carefree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's both a wonder and interest to learn what each of us are doing right now; of what we had become since primary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does give me certain delights to see what I am today now. Seriously, who would have thought the quiet boy in class whom, cries like first half of his primary 1 school year, is a person as he is now today; I do see myself as a leader sort, I love to do facilitating which enables the younger ones to learn, I can do reasonably OK though I always mug last min, no excuse for my laziness. I can play a guitar! I never knew that I would be able to play a guitar, perform in front of people and be spending so much time in singing. What happen to that quiet little boy? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In my defense, I cried every time my mum left me in school, was because of a terrible nightmare; my family was trapped within and the house was in fire and I was just standing beneath my block, hearing screams. Wasn't a nice dream that a 7yrs old kid should be having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in my growing years, I felt that I've accomplished things while enjoying it and as well as, having done some stupid things. Ha! Stupid things, you definitely need them in your growth. There are things that will leave you in guilt. Of course, I definitely learnt from my mistakes. Thing went wrong in a moment of spur. You know, raging hormones. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in certain ways, aging is definitely a sweet process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 now, and reflecting upon my past definitely brings a grin across my face. Youth was such a wonderful and carefree period. I have reached a milestone in my life where, things wouldn't be as splendidly liberating as it used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my next 10 years, a lot of things are gonna happen. In a quick glance, I need to work, I need to study, hope to find the right girl and get married, as finding a partner after my 30s, makes me less appealing; at least that's how I think. Ideally, I hope my marriage would be in this 10 years. Sounds like an awful lot of things to do and money to make ya? In my next 10 years, I would reckon it to be a little bit more bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seemed like I'm lagging behind in this race. I have friends around me that are considering marriage, looking for apartments, pursuing a higher education and doing many more accomplished matters. All my friends have geared themselves for this 2nd stage of life. And in this preparation, objectives and thinking changed. And here on, we will witness another phase and growing process in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More matured thinking, you know action and consequences kind, goals, beliefs and views. Compare it with just a little back in time, say when you're 18 and ask yourself, how much have you changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, I think aging is a sweet process. It brings about the colors in your life; something you can reflect and relate to people about. It is your own story that you have written so far and still writing. Yes, in the next 10 years, life is gonna be a bit more bitter, maybe the bittersweet kind when you are going through it but I think that in this period, I think it's the best fulfilment time; it is the time where you pursue your dreams, the time where you will better define you who are. Distressing as it may be, I think that when we reflect back, the rewards are huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all my friends, let's see where this next 10 years will bring us to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5448982828520146891?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5448982828520146891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5448982828520146891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5448982828520146891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5448982828520146891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2009/05/aging.html' title='Aging'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6144879371847313496</id><published>2009-04-29T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:48:37.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven visited my blog since my reply to my cuz at the start of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda heartening to see messages in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have no personal vendetta against the people who tagged, I'm writing this post as a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thanks for the part about everyone thinks I'm nice the first time. With regards to time passing, I don't see myself losing contact with my close friends I have around me. Also, it's alright. You can remain forgotten and anonymous. If I have forgotten about you all these years, I don't see why I have to take the trouble of finding you who you are. Why can't it be vice versa? I mean, wow, you can locate me and stuff...doesn't hurt to say hi right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that you found out why the girls left me. I found out this few recent years too. Though it's kinda disheartening but hey, at least I got the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever came up with the perfect being notion? I definitely did not. I have my flaws and I know them. Also, these flaws may have presented themselves in my r/s or my friendship and I tried coping with it, my friends tried coping with it and my ex-es tried coping with it too. Hypocritical is a thin line that people may step beyond in their doings period. If my pace makes you repulsive, just stay away dude. I'm not having any personal opinions against you, just giving you advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised that you know about the Wu E Bo stuff that I do. Hmm, while doing all Wu E Bo stuff, it kinda fulfills my need of serving back to my community. It's like a personal satisfactory issue. Besides, it's a positive thing which I don't see the need why I would need to reduce on it. Beats loitering around the void deck right? I always try to juggle time between my friends, family and gf ( if i have one), as well as the personal stuff that I do. I never blame gf for taking up time. But the question that I pose was more like a thought, which you have reflected upon, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had the love, I was undeniably happy and take my advice about nice guys, if you're a bro, girls will leave you for that. Not that you have to be a total asshole and un-gentleman, but it's the little harmless bastard things that you do once in awhile that keeps them. Trust me, it's learnt from life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deserving nice girl? Whoa, what do you treat girls as? Prize? They don't just come deservingly. I reckon you have to work your way off just to have them gaze in your way. Everyone knows the effort guys gotta put in to woo girls. But hey you know what, I'm gonna just be myself and do my own stuff. Deserving nice girl or not ain't my priorities now. If fate brings her around, cool. If not, I can live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, people all come and go. There are those who find virtues in me and stayed and we walk together in pace. There are those whom with good intentions, have our paths crosses; we walked together and we parted serperate ways. Maybe you belong to  this category. Same with the girl issue, we had it going together but they think I ain't the right guy, so they went on, and though it was hard but hey, I crawled on, preservered, and I'm back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's Life? Well, you're always free to prove me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's alright. There's nothing harsh about your statements. I'm glad you take a good whole 30mins to reply my post. Shows you did think alot. And in appreciation of your effort, your points are most commendable and after giving some thoughts to them, you've affirmed a decision that I've made couple of months ago and now, I embrace them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: JJ's is doing real fine by the way. I'll pass your blessings to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6144879371847313496?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6144879371847313496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6144879371847313496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6144879371847313496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6144879371847313496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-haven-visited-my-blog-since-my-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7173741293522749458</id><published>2009-02-15T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:33:03.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, just saw that my last post was on Nov 22. And it's Feb 15 now. Probably the longest period I haven blog in this blog's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to say a lot of things happen in between, which also kinda constitute to me not blogging; haven the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps during this period, I've come to understand myself better. Particularly to heart affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if r/s make one lose time with family and friends. The things that you normally do with them and cut short or perhaps you never have the time to even do the stuff that you would normally do together with them. Is such a relationship alright? Or it is correct to be cut short of those things since you've committed yourself into your opposite already. When demands have to be met, it becomes exhausting to try juggling everything together. And in such scenarios, I'd chose to give it up to return to my old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cope. I can't commit. Not at this point of time to devote myself totally for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the age where I am, I've come to realize a lot on kinship, especially during the relationship period whereby how much I would miss them. When I went out in the day, my parents and siblings would all be out of the house and by the time I return, which is really late; they're all sleeping. Totally didn't help with family bonding. And in a couple of years down the road, everyone would be going on their own way. Overseas for working, studies, or to be soon committed in the own area of work. If you don't wanna spend time together with them now, how long more do you think you would have the opportunity to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that same applies to your friends, everyone would be going about to do their own things. Girlfriends particularly, would take up a lot of their time. You wouldn't see them as much as you would. Lesser the crapping and lesser the fun. If you would to think in the long run, that would seem rather scary wouldn't it? To be having all of that and be slowly losing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's one of the things I've come to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I think I ain't cut out to be a boyfriend. Haha, I ain't no boyfriend material. I can't do all the funny acts to suit twisted thinkings. I am the way I am. And I've failed in my past relationships for being too nice; no more element of surprise for the other party anymore. No "kick". In this time of age, I've come to understand that being too nice would be a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would want a nice boyfriend? You know that he's gonna be there always. You know that if you'd asked the littlest of things and he's gonna say yes all the time. You'd expect every possible outcome of anything cause he would adhere to you without question. You know that he would only say No when you're dealing with generic things and he's gonna say no because it's "lawfully" so. Then there are times when you wanna test how much he wants you, you know in that cheeky fun kinda way, so you mentioned something about you Ex-s, hoping to see tinge of green but hey, he's totally not affected and he says because he understands and trusts you. And you'll be going "awwww, the hell, why he like that? No fun at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, who likes a boyfriend like THAT? Boring relationship siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I'm no boyfriend material. I think I am a better friend to the world. As friends out there would know, I may not be the bestest kind of friend around but at least, I am the better lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's alright to be alone doing my own things, hanging out with my friends and stuff. I had yearn a lot to be in a relationship in the past but coming to know more about myself, makes me realize about my shortcomings. I do smile for friends with great relationship. They are happy and they can handle it. I guess it's worth the respect for subconsciously doing the acts to suit twisted needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enlightened that I don't possess it, I'd best not to play in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends always question me, "You're a nice guy. How come you don't have a gf?" In the past, I never had an answer to that question. I always shrugged my shoulders and shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know how to answer them. With a smile, I would say, "Just let the nice guy be friends with the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7173741293522749458?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7173741293522749458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7173741293522749458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7173741293522749458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7173741293522749458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-just-saw-that-my-last-post-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-9015318463323987880</id><published>2008-12-08T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:16:10.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things happened. Many issues went through my head. Some of em said I'm being selfish, while some said I'm being just to my feelings and agreed with me as to what I'm doing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, I'm no longer attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to find a girl that cares so much for you; fuss you over like your mum, making sure that you're looking good when you go out, understands that you can be a blockhead sometimes, sacrifice and cut down doing the things that you don't like to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it's not easy but, there came such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's ideally a dream for some of the guys out there to be able to have a girlfriend to almost do anything and everything for you, I guess it doesn't apply to me. Or I've learned so that it doesn't apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I felt pressurized that she's doing so much for me and there's nothing I can do in return. It's not that I'm doing nothing; I am doing something. It's just that the amount is not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that I'm being calculative? Should a relationship be calculative? I don't think it has anything to do with being calculative. It's about being comfortable with the things that your opposite does for you and the things you can do in return to keep balance of things, not having the scale to weigh so much down on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys can totally accept it; knowing that his girlfriend is doing a lot, some don't even find it as an issue. However, there are some like me I guess, who doesn't feel comfortable when he knows his girl is doing too much and there's practically nothing much he can do in return for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he knows that she just wants him by his side, and that's all. I guess the guy is a lil far more complex in this matter than he thought he is. Then again, he has never met such an issue before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing that I've learned about myself; I can't work properly if I know that my girl is not happy with the things I do. And it could be anything. With the unhappiness, I feel a certain pressure doing the activities that I've always been doing. No, it's nothing unfaithful. There are just the usual everyday things I do and how I interact with people that all my friends out there knows and even, it's because of the these things, that I got to know most of them out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, "Love is about compromise". While that isn't totally untrue, I guess I hold more closely to the notion that "Love is about understanding and trust".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, compromise is just sucking things up, knowing that you can't do anything about it and you just have to live with it. I think that this is not healthy. There is bound to be a day where those problems, once accumulated, are gonna be the bane of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference with understanding and trust is that, you fully understand how your opposite life is, how he/she interacts with their surroundings, what kind of a person he/she is and what kind of a faith that he/she holds endearing to. And trust, most important of all, trust in what he/she has to say and fully lay your trust in it, not wavered by his/her surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think differently. All of us didn't grow up with the same parents, same background, same upbringing. I don't expect everyone to agree with my way of thinking. As generic as my thinking may sound, I guess it's the level of how much you can say and how much you can really do it. For what I've mentioned above, I had been through and done it before. And my actions really run root deep and closely with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, some people may question where do such love as I've depicted exists. Love is about compromising isn't it? Everyone is not the same. Of course there are issues which has to be settled this way. However, I did had a love that flutters along this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just ignore and deny such a love which may seem somewhat imaginary and so unreal because, I've been through one before. It has go to show, at least to me, that there are such opposites out there for each and every single, individual of us out there. Maybe all you've gotta do is wait, somehow someday, such a person would appear or perhaps, this person who has left before may return. You never know what fate has in her hands for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been arranged with a reason. The people you meet everyday, the friends that you're with and been with, the relationships that you're having or had and etc, all these mold and allow you to know and learn about yourself; who you really are and what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that each of us are this big piece of circle rotating. In the center of this big circle, is a smaller hollow piece of circle-like shape however, instead of the smooth curves a circle always has, the edges are rugged and jagged but as we are molded everyday, these edges changes shape periodically. And as our lives rotates everyday, we are bound to meet someone or something that is that smaller piece of circle, that fits perfectly into all the rugged and jagged edges and changes with them, thus completing us, making us whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who has found such this smaller circle, congratulations! To people who hasn't, don't give up, there will come such a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that girl I've hurt, I won't ask for forgiveness nor I would expect you to understand my way of thinking but I felt that I'm not your perfect fit circle and there's someone out there that would better deserve such a loving girl as you. I thank you for allowing me to discover such a truth about myself and thus, knowing myself better. Maybe when there's a day that you comprehend a little of my thinking, you'll then understand my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl whom I've had expressed my feelings before, ya maybe that time, I wasn't that clear with my words and probably didn't understand what I'm talking about also. But if you have happen to read this, I hope it does help you with understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who read this, I hope some things of what I've said lets you understand a bit of yourself or even better, lets you know more about yourself. I know some random guy's teeny and inexperienced relationship life isn't gonna be too old and wise an advice to follow or to ponder over but if my post lets you take a sec and wonders what you've been doing then I guess I've made my service to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To family and friends who cares, I'm fine. I'm not being emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to know more about myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-9015318463323987880?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9015318463323987880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=9015318463323987880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9015318463323987880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/9015318463323987880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/12/many-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1338914241301940979</id><published>2008-11-22T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:02:44.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not feeling really up to blogging but I have nothing to do here in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chatted tons of things with my friends, played games till I'm bored, played guitar till my hands are kinda cramp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my fingers won't get cramped from typing soon. I need something to do to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I'm always going through the two year trend but ya, I'm attached now...when I least expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much, I didn't really prepare anything, I didn't go through the wooing process (thank god cuz I haven the faintest idea how to) and everything just kinda fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my third girl and yeah, the 3rd time as well for the way I get to be with a girl...&lt;br /&gt;1. we talk&lt;br /&gt;2. got hit on with the topics&lt;br /&gt;3. we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple processes which didn't involve the she likes me, she likes me not, cumbersome notions these are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when everything falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you don't have to find a reason to like the girl. I prefer to like someone having no reasons at all as to why you like him/her. I think it's superficial to be able to list the reasons to like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a simple person; when you like someone, you just like him/her for who she is and her very being. Simplicity is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's 1pm on 24 Nov now. I tried to blog this post last Saturday. Apparently, yeah as you can tell now, the consistency isn't really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had something to type on Sat but I had totally forgotten what I wanted to share with everyone after 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1338914241301940979?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1338914241301940979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1338914241301940979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1338914241301940979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1338914241301940979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-im-not-feeling-really-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5266189170396667907</id><published>2008-11-01T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:26:18.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arlow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A is back to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really a morning person. It's like naturally I will begin doing something in the morning than just idle around; things that I would normally be kinda lazy to do. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline, discipline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the serenity of the morning ambiance and plus today, it's a cool weather; the kind that you just wanna "nua" at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for such, I usually have the fetish of wanting to snuggle at some nice comfy sofas at some Starbucks, positioned by a full glass window, with a nice warm espresso and a good book in my hands. Having the rain trickling down the window pane, ear stuffed with nice songs and arms around my gf while she cuddles within my embrace, trying to get back some morning beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful aint it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm single; what nonsense of arms around gf when I don't even have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Face it, I'm at home typing and staring at some screen, depicting my life. Instead of being anywhere near Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's like it has been churning it for awhile but there isn't any rain yet to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, so much for dreams and fetishes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this year is kinda.....I can't find another better word to use so, I will stick with "Happening" tentatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, many many things happened. Especially in the later half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half of our gang got attached, which is good. Course seriously, I couldn't recall when was the last time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to Kyaw, Pok and Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to Winnie, Runxi and Kaixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we are a very fun gang but I like to say at the very least, we are a decent one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all the twisted beings out there who like, want a "bad" bf and only settling for a nice guy when they are thinking of marriage and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.....3 nice guys down...so suck it up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! My vouch for the last guy, him being the extreme nicest among us. Please go pick him before he gets picked and you go sulking and bitching for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did mentioned previously that this year would be my greatest count for clubbing. Yeah, I was pretty surprised myself. But I gotta admit though, socializing prevails there. I met some good old friends whom I thought I would never see them again. Then again, haha! There they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting that our gang is hanging out with Shini's gang. Purely friends and coincidentally it's like 5 vs 5.  Then there's yaofeng of course. Haha, fancy that. It's like in the past, we all never have really mingled together but now, we gel-ed together quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace that. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, just remembered. To those who love to sing, there's this new game my good O weichong who introduced it to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.meetoto.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. It's a game on singing. And I meet alot of nice people there. Quite fun really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the records, I so love singing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I guess it's the first time that I shopped without much hestitation. Of course, a lot of swipping and signing took place but I enjoyed it. Love my new wears. Haha. Kinda understand a bit why people like to shop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, duty is starting soon next week. It is gonna be darn mundane but hey, it's definintely a great way to start saving again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent way too much this month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5266189170396667907?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5266189170396667907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5266189170396667907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5266189170396667907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5266189170396667907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/11/arlow.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3930636607604938043</id><published>2008-10-19T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:35:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I say that I am getting regular with my updates, I kinda stopped there didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there is a reason ok? There is always a reason to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one month or so, I went on Military Driving Course for Class 3 &amp;amp; 4. Kinda cool huh? That is to say that now, after passing TP, I am able to drive Military vehicle, primarily now, Rover and Tonner. Couple of more vehicles will be introduced when I return back to unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the more you know, the more responsibility; facts of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the period, I guessed a lot has happened. Oh, I realised I never state the reason as to why I was not able to blog during the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Course is a 5 and half days per week. By the time I return home, there is not much time to do anything therefore, blogging was not much of an available option then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so during the period, not that it is healthy physically but it is kinda socially healthy? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Siyan's birthday as a surprise at his place. Which ended up knowing that some guai guai girls are actually havoc clubbers and we all kinda end up being a lil regular at Dbl O. I guess the greatest count of clubbing in my life would probably be this year...as of now. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, with that being said, there are lots of photos taking during the period but am kinda lazy to upload them now. Maybe next time... Hopefully I am still able to update regularly of my life now that course has ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3930636607604938043?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3930636607604938043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3930636607604938043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3930636607604938043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3930636607604938043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-when-i-say-that-i-am-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1338222303187192941</id><published>2008-07-28T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:38:11.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm getting regular on my updates... Haha, wonder how long this will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when my cash all burns out and there's not more outing for awhile, yeah guess that's probable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a great weekend. Had tons of fun and meeting up with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day after my book out, went out with my Byrano (Bryandt) dude from camp. It's a much simple trip but I quite enjoyed it as the two of us shared quite a few deals in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to book our BTT, buddha bless us =P on the day of our exams. Then we went town searching for our each individual's god sister's bday present. Walked the whole of orchard to PS, of course settling for something along the way. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dude here so dotes on his gf...half of or more than half of his stuff are bought for his gf....cuz she likes them or he thinks she will like it. Plus you could see the attentiveness of his face, like it suddenly lit up when I intro some nice dining places where he can bring his gf to. It's darn sweet of him. His gf definitely found a great catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind readers that "two of us shared quite a few deals in common". Haha! Ok la, not selling myself, those who know me will know la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we split after, him going to meet his gf after work (did i mention he woke up in the morning at 7am just to see his gf to work), and me, to meet my poly buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Auntie Tay can't make it... Well, we settled for steamboat buffet at Bugis. The food's so so la. But the fun lies with hearing the same old poly crap all over again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13s5wjDbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ClpbSL0D-H8/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13s5wjDbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ClpbSL0D-H8/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227966355749408178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard (K9 Trainer, something that I really wanted to get in) and MC BAY, sea soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tHLKnhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BfF0UerN2Qo/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tHLKnhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BfF0UerN2Qo/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227966359350713874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter as we all know and Sujun, having her life in Material Sci in Uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tT1zKaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rS83eC1jVag/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tT1zKaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rS83eC1jVag/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227966362750757282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepz, left Auntie Tay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, yes I went out again...it was a rainy during the day time. So wanted to go to Starbucks and chill. Due to some "miscommunication", I went down to meet Jia jing...cuz I was kinda bored to stay at home and she had initially asked if I wanna meet her after she's done with her interview...why not? I WAS bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the part to why I think it was a miscommunication, when I reach orchard and upon giving her a call, she asked actually what I came down to orchard for ah? And what We're gonna do? Wow, what a Stunner. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alright la, we ended up walking around and chat a bit. Math Girl is still doing well, and pretty darn well in her Math...AD lehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by pretty fast, and it was time to go down to meet da Old Gang for "The Dark Knight"! I caught this display along the streets. I thought it was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tmuu-RI/AAAAAAAAANA/Kkv_yRkSJ48/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13tmuu-RI/AAAAAAAAANA/Kkv_yRkSJ48/s320/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227966367821396242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Fancy that...Though I was never good with arts, I think I do know how to appreciate them. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..suffered from a bad stomache for that night till Sat...close to having food poisoning cept Fever didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sat, I just stayed around the neightbourhood lo. Play Bball (surprisingly) with Lee and Ngoh. And there was nothing much after. Ngoh is sure a mahjong freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Sunday at home during the day...caught some movie with my siblings at home. "Wedding Daze" It was Darn funny. Please go and catch it if not, come over =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my TinyBoxers! Went to K, darn fun. New friends met, tribute to Collin and Ricky. Both very cool dudes. Ricky for writing a song that went into Des' album and Collin for being one of the wackiest guy I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Des' Album, it's worth buying people. Go help support support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree Tan, she's My'sia SuperStar Top Female, very shi li pai. And she's a very nice person. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first autographed Album...so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI2CG_pdmhI/AAAAAAAAANI/4EejclDBuX4/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI2CG_pdmhI/AAAAAAAAANI/4EejclDBuX4/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227977799123180050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army boy there is such a killer..haha! But I thank her all the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't upload my TinyBoxers yet...haven received the photos...So gotta wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, to her. Though I know you never come to my blog, but I just wanna say, You will never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always this guy just hiding in the dark, making sure you're ok. If you want him, all you gotta do is to just reach out, and you'll find him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny just happened...The esso guy just came to just our gas cylinder and yes being a watchdog, Tifa does her job...so for awhile, I had to keep her in my room first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man left, I let her out. The first thing she did was to surveyed the kitchen all the way to the bathroom door, in a hasty manner, keeping a low growl....then we went to my mum's room and check, and finally back to the living room and she was satisfied only after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling her the man has left. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI2DgfXdBjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mFnuv0HNcbU/s1600-h/IMG_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI2DgfXdBjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mFnuv0HNcbU/s320/IMG_3731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227979336645936690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1338222303187192941?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1338222303187192941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1338222303187192941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1338222303187192941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1338222303187192941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/07/looks-like-im-getting-regular-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SI13s5wjDbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ClpbSL0D-H8/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1943118777391799801</id><published>2008-07-14T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:11:14.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll naturally feel very bored on the day you have to book in. It just happens. Especially when you're packing your bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..went out with duty people and SP girls. Ok la, nonetheless, it was fun. Though I was utterly tired the next day and I woke up at 2.30pm which left me rushing to Woodlands Ring Sec, thinking that I'm late of the event at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that it's at 3.30om. All's well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pioneers turn up for the event. I must say that I'm encouraged by their presence. It meant a lot. Maybe it's the feeling of looking up at them when I was like Sec 1. They are the models in school that we take after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! It's really good to have pioneers in the Alumni Ex Co. Beats having just me around which is really no point. Am looking forward to working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, caught Hellboy with the Dudes later at night. Cool show. I reckon that it's worth watching thought some people may feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecp and Blading the next day....that's always refreshing. Runxi's also getting better at it. Guess next time I have my clique of skating team? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lil something I got from army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;十行证言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;说了又不听&lt;br /&gt;听了又不懂&lt;br /&gt;不懂又不问&lt;br /&gt;问了又不做&lt;br /&gt;做了又做错&lt;br /&gt;做错又不认&lt;br /&gt;忍了又不改&lt;br /&gt;该了又不服&lt;br /&gt;不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;服&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;又不爽&lt;br /&gt;不爽又不说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=）Enjoy your week peeeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1943118777391799801?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1943118777391799801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1943118777391799801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1943118777391799801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1943118777391799801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/07/youll-naturally-feel-very-bored-on-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-5502784398465805340</id><published>2008-07-11T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:05:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This is for my people who just lost somebody. Your best friend, your baby, your man or your lady..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Please indulge in my new favorite song. Mariah Carey's Bye Bye. It's about not saying goodbye to your love ones and how much you treasure em. It's a really great song. If you check out this song on Youtube, under the comments section, there are lots of people who dedicate it to their deceased loved ones. So like I say, it's really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey's Always my No.1 Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see what I'm gonna share today. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I bought this cute little thing to hold my coins in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DA! Gama-Chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbleMJaaOI/AAAAAAAAALI/0WeDelmIjQY/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbleMJaaOI/AAAAAAAAALI/0WeDelmIjQY/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613124802210018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's darn cute and I like the humor of a 21 yr old guy holding this little thing in front of the vending machine digging for coins. Everyone in camp had a good chuckle at it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Found Jiu Zai Gou!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbleaD-FeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KlDbCAz-pKk/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbleaD-FeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KlDbCAz-pKk/s320/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613128537478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbletRybPI/AAAAAAAAALY/D8ta0h4ocig/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbletRybPI/AAAAAAAAALY/D8ta0h4ocig/s320/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613133695708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here in Sg. Haha! Nah, you will see this pretty sight while going through the park connector of East Coast Park and Changi Beach. Yes, the path is done and it's a pretty long trip from one point to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yesterday Mr Lee and me were feeling bored so we headed out. Lee wants his new clothes, dumb bells and "Strap-On" and I'm looking for a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the first stop we ended up first...Bubble Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHble8BYYJI/AAAAAAAAALg/dEGQhOuzFmU/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHble8BYYJI/AAAAAAAAALg/dEGQhOuzFmU/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613137653424274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Lee helping us to buy Bubble Tea for the first time!! WHOA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then we wondered around for quite awhile after buying movie tickets. So finally, we headed for Novena Sq..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop! Matsu. Tried on this new shirt with a tie-alike think dangling around. Hmm, might wanna have some of this shirts but I thought i look around first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHblfkG3DjI/AAAAAAAAALo/9idGAsp0duA/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHblfkG3DjI/AAAAAAAAALo/9idGAsp0duA/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613148413824562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Quickly, I guess we are fast enough to eventually settling down for FOOD. I guess it's always about food isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got like most of my posts being made on food. Haha! Yes our outings basically comprises of food. Not that it isn't a good thing but we thought we really change our group outing lifestyle. It will happen soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here we are at Edogawa Restuarant. It looked like a rather posh place. Lots of image are accounted here in this restuarant. All the cooks and waitresses are  dressed in proper jap  culture fashion. Kimonos and stuff.. Um, the price is reasonable and the service is excellent. So you guys out there might wanna check it out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the entrance. Quite a big one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl91woAOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KIM4m8AxthM/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl91woAOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KIM4m8AxthM/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613668548477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl9ZpfWVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zmZxyXzrvfU/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl9ZpfWVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zmZxyXzrvfU/s320/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613661002357074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee and His Ocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl9EU92vI/AAAAAAAAALw/86x-QrfmW-E/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl9EU92vI/AAAAAAAAALw/86x-QrfmW-E/s320/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613655279131378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl-5G-2oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LEzpwqclPlw/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl-5G-2oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LEzpwqclPlw/s320/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613686627424898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the tea set really looks cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's our food! Tonkasu for Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl-awenQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AW1KGSgGCWI/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbl-awenQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AW1KGSgGCWI/s320/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613678479973634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbmN1LXLWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7hZGM_vtEBI/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbmN1LXLWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7hZGM_vtEBI/s320/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613943270092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saba Shio for me. I always love the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itadakimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbmOENmDWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ftCUobISsK4/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbmOENmDWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ftCUobISsK4/s320/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613947305987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-5502784398465805340?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5502784398465805340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=5502784398465805340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5502784398465805340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/5502784398465805340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-for-my-people-who-just-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/SHbleMJaaOI/AAAAAAAAALI/0WeDelmIjQY/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6792937596781668006</id><published>2008-06-21T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:39:17.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my 4th duty weekend and I think about 4 months to 5 in 8SIG... Guess I'm pretty much used to the things around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've either just try to like the things around here...or I've learned to suck it all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding which one it is. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's really no attachment to army itself. Ask any guy around ( except for the brainwashed ones) , and they would tell you how they wanna just get out of army. However, I guess what's really fun within, it's the strings that were woven as the bonds between your friends inside strengthens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like what I'm doing but I guess I wanna say I like all my friends here in Alpha (yes I know i used to bitch about Alpha but seriously, the things you got to do really sucks), ok...maybe except for a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "brotherhood" or so it's called, is really fun. And really, you get to meet all sorts of people here in army. Doing things with them, joking with them, kanna punished together with them and then bitch about it later and etc... all these build a bond within all of us. And it's really nice to have such a bond. No one can survive in the army by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'd actually wanted to write more stuff...but our movie session's gonna start..So I'll leave things as it is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie more important =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6792937596781668006?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6792937596781668006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6792937596781668006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6792937596781668006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6792937596781668006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-4th-duty-weekend-and-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4015846181373986599</id><published>2008-05-25T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:07:02.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, like always. It's has Always been awhile since I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it isn't healthy to be stuck in camp for 7 days...and it's gonna be another 3 days to go before I actually book out. Argh, definitely detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus as a result...there's lots of time for pondering and wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, before I start, unless you're really open and receptive to things, just click away or something. It's not for the sensitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, maybe I'm just being overly sensitive. Perhaps people around are really open about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...here goes.. um, to think of it... Doesn't the fact that most teens and pre-young adults (yes, I guess I belong in this category now, lol) walking in the streets, probably, you know got laid before already. Kinda like "been there, done that" that kinda thing and it's perfectly normal? A figurative speaking percentage of like 70%-80%...I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the notion alone a pretty fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like is it right? Is this what our generation's culture is accepting or has accepted? Ok maybe it doesn't really apply to guys. Which guy in the right sense of mind can touch his heart and say he doesn't wanna have sex? All of us have this animal in us and we act instinctively... Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, the ladies... are they really alright with it? Like having sex before marriage. I don't know...It seems ok now? It's like walking down the street and you notice this girl and you know she's probably a professional already. I'm not being sarcastic. I'm just really surprised how girls these days are taking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about 5 years ago, I had thought that having sex before marriage is insanely, immorally wrong.  It's not right and there shouldn't be even considered. However now, I think it's perfectly alright so long consent is there between the both. Still, I think I'm not comfortable with it. Maybe it's the brainwashing from sex education and all the consequences thing that weigh more in mind that wouldn't let me enjoy my love making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the people who's been there are able to do it. Doesn't the consequences of misfire weigh anything in their mind while they are it? If they do, wow, they can still go all out at it? Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During attachment, I was laughed at when I said I was a virgin when asked. I was equally shocked as I was surprised. It's like it's wrong to be one. And they start teaching me all the funny stuff. Ok, funny is a wrong word. It's the "right" stuff; the how-to and what-not. Yes, "they"consist of both guys and girls. Haha, you know...being laughed at for that kinda thing by a 25 year old girl kind of makes me blush back then. I don't know why, it was a lil embarrassing at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most perplexed that one night stand actually exists in sg. And it's alright. You had your fun, I had mine and the next day, we just go back into your daily life routine and nothing ever happened. Such a "culture" actually exist? It's a total Wow. Boy, do I sound geeky here? But really, isn't it astonishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there are people out there whom are sincerely sex buddies. If anyone know of any, please enlighten me.  Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyway...all this sex stuff...I can't even find a gf, much less a sex buddy. Haha! I don't know... there seemed to be more things than meets the eye. And it's only slowly reviling  itself . There are still many things that I'm quite curious of with this whole deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess I will put all of those stuff into another post...when I'm feeling like it. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4015846181373986599?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4015846181373986599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4015846181373986599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4015846181373986599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4015846181373986599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-like-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6947394105624282573</id><published>2008-05-03T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:37:32.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is always always a special day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been 6 years.... ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6947394105624282573?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6947394105624282573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6947394105624282573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6947394105624282573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6947394105624282573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-always-always-special-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8573216717592292970</id><published>2008-03-16T17:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:42:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like the past and always (and I've been starting my entry with such a phrase too), it's been awhile since I blog. Well, nothing much fanciful to be blogging always. My life ain't filled with rainbows and the pretty things...maybe the pretty people (thank the lords). Haha! Joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updates of the latest posting, of which has determined my scope for the rest of my service; I'm posted to 8 Signal Battalion,  and of a company that's 24/7 operational ready. Meaning that there's lots of standing by for duties and weekends burnt. It is really really really not what I have in mind. And the training phase now is worst than BMT. Sigh, how oh how I get into nonsense like this? I don't mind the scope of work after I'm done with the training, cause it does seems pretty fun but it's the training phase I'm whining about; no forms of entertainment, no listening to mp3, no buying of snacks at vending machine and anything that you think you can enjoy doing, it would be basically a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disheartening to know that people around me, especially the close ones always ends up being hurt in a relationship, when they have compromised and sacrificed so much. Still, things never work out. Either the guy or the girl is a bastard. totally irrational, insensitive and choose to be oblivious to any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! Why stead in the first place, fully aware that you can't be bothered in the long run? And with that, end up hurting people. If you know you can't commit, then just end the relationship at the starting cause you know things won't work out. At least don't give a false hope. Argh, that so bloody sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be giving names but recently, ya, someone close got hurt. I don't know why but I'm quite affected by it. Those pains like thorns in the heart, the agony and everything. I remembered it. And to know that she is going through all that, it really makes me feel sad, as though it happened to me. Sigh, how to fall in love when such occurrences are always prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long forget about this but someone mentioned that I shouldn't lock myself up and should just learn to embrace relationship, whether it works or not. And I shouldn't always just wait for any girl to make the first move, I got to make my stand and initiate things first. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try but hell, I NEVER woo a girl before...I don't even know how to start la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 days leave was just sweet! It solved my plans for this week; as in everything would have to cramped on just the weekends. Thankfully, there's that 2 days more and everything and each moment spent is more worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Xiaowei on thurs. Well, it was a simple outing, just walking around Bugis and Marina Square and chatting. It's darn pleasant! I guess I never felt that way since a long time. All the while on weekends, I have been just rushing here and there. Lots of simple and sweet things happened (like telling me of  street smart facts and fun stuff) that I don't know where to start sharin them but yeah, though She's supposed to be my VIP that day, I find myself enjoying her company more than her of me, I think (hopefully that's not the case). Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 March, a memorable date and we made a bet outta it. I am so gonna win it! Ha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9zyh3zLXnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UuXqfS9kalo/s1600-h/DSC00936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9zyh3zLXnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UuXqfS9kalo/s320/DSC00936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178280335297437298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes please ignore the bugger on the right and focuz on the pretty gal on the left, that's my VIP =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z2gHzLXoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XhGTWWny5hk/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z2gHzLXoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XhGTWWny5hk/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178284703279177346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z2wnzLXpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dNWb5Lmzgcs/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z2wnzLXpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dNWb5Lmzgcs/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178284986747018898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da! My treat at Waraku. Food's nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Kyaw, Lee and Ngoh on Sat. It's really been awhile since we did that, like all of us together. Most of all, Kyaw. He's been missing for ages la! Pok's coming back! We should be meeting next week for a little get together. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch took place at NYDC, Bugis Junction. 3 Amigos rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who came in to dine too! They were earlier than us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3aXzLXqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5MJGw3oRY9M/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3aXzLXqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5MJGw3oRY9M/s320/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178285704006557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3anzLXrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4Nwh8jEhqMo/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3anzLXrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4Nwh8jEhqMo/s320/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178285708301524658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they are too engrossed with chatting that their food haven come when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3bHzLXsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MleNs6XXcNE/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z3bHzLXsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MleNs6XXcNE/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178285716891459266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4M3zLXuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-Ez7FfNDHWk/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4M3zLXuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-Ez7FfNDHWk/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178286571589951202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we all have hair now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4-HzLXwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ZYQ6eys-QQ/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4-HzLXwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1ZYQ6eys-QQ/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178287417698508546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 3 Amigos for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my singing lesson, we all had supper! Yeah it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4-HzLXxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0vy5IpVCCk8/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9z4-HzLXxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0vy5IpVCCk8/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178287417698508562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Specialty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my lively weekend. Should have more to come when Pok comes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8573216717592292970?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8573216717592292970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8573216717592292970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8573216717592292970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8573216717592292970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-past-and-always-and-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/R9zyh3zLXnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UuXqfS9kalo/s72-c/DSC00936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8763637631716611216</id><published>2008-02-25T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:23:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes of course and yet again, it's been awhile. I was so previously hooked up with a couple, maybe just more than a couple of mangas, that I spent my weekend totally on it and couldn't care to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, perhaps to make it sound nicer, "I don't have the free time to blog." =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, quite a bit of things have happened ever since Chinese New Year. So in chronological order, I shall slowly relate the things that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year was spent back at my mum's hometown, Dungun, Treggannu. Bet no one knows. Haha! Well, it's a lovely laid back place for a good getaway from city life. Did i mention the small town is just by the coast of South China Sea? So we get lots of sea breeze and all the different variety of malay "crafted" fish snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LOFV6PDiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hTwBzDPO_wc/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LOFV6PDiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hTwBzDPO_wc/s320/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170921913350819362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the street of bungalows ( I think you guys was thinkin i'm living in kampong or some sort right) Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LOF16PDjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DlkLEfZ4xzQ/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LOF16PDjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DlkLEfZ4xzQ/s320/DSC02126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170921921940753970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ta Da! This is my granny's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what makes this cny more special than the usual is, we got to meet alot of my mum's classmates which = more angpows! Muwahaha! But it's good to see my mum back with her friends la, that's where she grew up and all her fun time was there and she doesn't really have much friends here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main few reasons that I love to go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LRSV6PDkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2OFDCVHOpp4/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LRSV6PDkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2OFDCVHOpp4/s320/DSC02125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170925435224002114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taste damn damn nice! It's call Ikan Keropok or in Hokkien, "Gao Sai" (Dog Shit) cuz of the shape. But seriously, once you've tried, you won't be able to stop man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LRSl6PDlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1bH8EuAGz1g/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LRSl6PDlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1bH8EuAGz1g/s320/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170925439518969426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when it comes to eating good food...Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're in Malaysia, be darn certain to find natural landscapes or places, for instances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LT0l6PDmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8L1xqV8B5xs/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LT0l6PDmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8L1xqV8B5xs/s320/DSC02144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170928222657777250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to put one that has my face inside, my cuzzies don't really know how to use my hp to take pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LT1F6PDnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sk-WZacMVlw/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LT1F6PDnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sk-WZacMVlw/s320/DSC02145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170928231247711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one is more nicely taken cuz I wasn't inside (aka the Cameraman). My siblings and cousins. So yeah, as I was saying, streams and stuff like that. Quite nice lar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LUnF6PDoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rzocyeQtGeQ/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LUnF6PDoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rzocyeQtGeQ/s320/DSC02137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170929090241171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LUnl6PDpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VgyHX-JSkdg/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LUnl6PDpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VgyHX-JSkdg/s320/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170929098831105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar, it's fun and re...seriously Refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who tried before, you guys know how much of a cook my family is, especially my grandparents. Therefore, this time, my grandpa whipped up something special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHF6PDqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/u5WkYzTZGGU/s1600-h/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHF6PDqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/u5WkYzTZGGU/s320/DSC00068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171068178462084770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster Prawn! Better known as the real tiger prawn, as grandpa had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHV6PDrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L5xgeI2R_zs/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHV6PDrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L5xgeI2R_zs/s320/DSC00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171068182757052082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you guys the rough idea of how big the thing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHl6PDsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UBlk4FQv2Yo/s1600-h/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NTHl6PDsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UBlk4FQv2Yo/s320/DSC00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171068187052019394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, I know I have small hands but still....it's big....I forgot to show the thickness though. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess that pretty much wrapped up my My'sia trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I just passed out from my InfoSystem Training Course. It's kinda sad to be leaving everyone when we have warmed up to each other and it has really been fun together. And it's also thanks to them that I've got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NVLV6PDtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qHxjB2enNlU/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NVLV6PDtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qHxjB2enNlU/s320/DSC02172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171070450499784402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award for Platoon Best.  Wouldn't acheive it without the peer and commander's appraisal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NVLl6PDuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9xZ_NYDNI7s/s1600-h/Si+platoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8NVLl6PDuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9xZ_NYDNI7s/s320/Si+platoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171070454794751714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This less than half the group of my platoon people. Went for K and supper! Funny lot la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still have the photo of the full platoon to post but I haven got the photo yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in any case, I guess that's what has been happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8763637631716611216?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8763637631716611216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8763637631716611216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8763637631716611216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8763637631716611216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/02/ryes-of-course-and-yet-again-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R8LOFV6PDiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hTwBzDPO_wc/s72-c/DSC02127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-4783538766351847685</id><published>2008-01-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:13:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love the new song! Enjoy, it should play =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know it's emo, I'm an emo boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my aunt's birthday at Newton Food Center, it's absolutely delicious. Thumbs all up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CanswtA_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Q5YbTxNbpgY/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CanswtA_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Q5YbTxNbpgY/s320/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152287980532859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli Crab, spicy Lala, sambal Kangkong, Satay and Chilli Grilled Ray. Shiok ah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CaxcwtBAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SeOalvULnxk/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CaxcwtBAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SeOalvULnxk/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152288148036584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my uncle and the Birthday Girl =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CbJcwtBBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gtJYquzkHW4/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CbJcwtBBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gtJYquzkHW4/s320/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152288560353444882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my bro, enjoying the food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CbXMwtBCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lmTTluS9lzU/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CbXMwtBCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lmTTluS9lzU/s320/DSC02090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152288796576646178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cuzzies. It's funny why Kingston don't eat as much as we do...Alas, don't know how to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was a little too busy to take photo of myself. I realised I didn't quite have any pic of myself BOTAK cept for the time we went out on Willis Bday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to have a pic or two... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-4783538766351847685?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4783538766351847685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=4783538766351847685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4783538766351847685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/4783538766351847685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-new-song-enjoy-it-should-play-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/R4CanswtA_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Q5YbTxNbpgY/s72-c/DSC02088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7588649912067624008</id><published>2007-12-30T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:04:39.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I've reported to my new training school. I guess I should update about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Currently in Stagmont Camp, Signal Institute. And what I'm training for is Infosystem Operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not physically challenging but it's darn study intensive. The period in which they squeeze in for studying is kinda more exhausting than poly. So yeah, here I am. On this note, take a trip to Ngoh's blog about what he said regarding to SI, haha! It's basically what's gonna happen to me...I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://vivinsy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many tell me that I'm in a heavenly place so I'm counting my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really irritating to be having short hair I guess. Yes, I know it grows but that takes time wouldn't it? So during this course of time, the unbearable feeling is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'll be fine with short hair as I always had short hair during my primary school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"used to"&lt;br /&gt;Ha, used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with my aunt, now being a full fledged hair dresser. My bro and cousin's hair are darn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, vanity...but Whatever~ Who don't like to look good? Or at the least feel good that you're presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a sense of inferior complexity man! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not serious la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7588649912067624008?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7588649912067624008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7588649912067624008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7588649912067624008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7588649912067624008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/alright-ive-reported-to-my-new-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8143609044849048379</id><published>2007-12-22T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:21:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents are an amazing role. You can't really comprehend the feelings of a parent whom want the best for their kids unless you're a parent yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, we tend to think that we know what we want ourselves best. This perhaps start even when we're young like infants? We reason with whatever the logic that we possess at that point of life. As we seek to fulfill what we desire, parents are always there to give their point of view and then reason with you to understand what is really going on. And this occurs at whenever in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about with being older cause we are able to make sense of reasons better. Instead, looking at the time when we are really young and are possibly illogical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes don't lie to yourself, you know you were a brat once =P&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you're not alone, I guess we all were. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the reason why I'm going through all this was because of a little incident that happened last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin wanted to buy a bubble gun ( I think that's what they call it). However, he's got like a couple at home already and this particular bubble gun ain't got the attachment to really blow bubbles. It's the kind where you have to dip the solution at the front which I think, I seriously think (god, I'm 20), that it's not really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Anyway, my aunt and uncle decided not to buy as the gun ain't really the kinda bubble gun as explained above and they don't wanna spoil my cousin. So like what all kids are capable of, they start throwing tantrums, making a racket. My aunt, knowing she's the quick temper kind, actually reasoned with the little one for quite awhile. I applaud for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, like the same kinda brats we once were, no reasons can penetrate the little head.  Thus he just continue with the racket for a good 5 to 10mins I think. So after awhile, my aunt put back the toy and carried him off. My uncle and me followed behind. Um, at this point, I think my aunt was kinda fused with my cuzzie already. So the rest was up to my uncle to pacify him; he's one of the most patient uncle I know around. *Salute salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the whole scene, I thought to myself that if I were the parent, I would have fused so much earlier already. Lol. Then again, my little cuzzie really cried his heart out. Though I do sympathize with him, the whole issue was intended with good reasons. Haha, maybe when it's my own kid, then I will really understand parenting and hopefully, have a longer fusing tread. Muwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, guess I'll be a fine dad. Kinda think I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar, a big thanks to all the parents around and a big hug to My parents. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I was a darn brat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8143609044849048379?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8143609044849048379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8143609044849048379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8143609044849048379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8143609044849048379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/parents-are-amazing-role.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6467398883870228057</id><published>2007-12-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:07:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny that this second post demarcate the end of my BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES Ladies and Gentleman, Alvin Chew has officially "graduated" from Tekong! Did my guard duty on the last day as well. I so don't owe Tekong anything anymore. Lol. Of course, as a Pes C, I had my POC (which was just like a debrief = totally sucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have my fair share of firing rifle and throwing of grenades. Not exactly a totally chill off as some might think of Pes C. Did I mention in the previous post that sometimes we get the feeling we're looked down upon by other companies? Well, it happens. They think we're like handicapped or something. Lol. It does bothers me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen after POC? I'm waiting for my posting which will be made known on that 21st and I'm reporting to whichever unit on the 26th. So from herein till then, I'm having my hols. At this point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO, I repeat! DO ASK ME OUT if you're free alright. I don't wanna waste this hols away. I guess a lot's gonna happen after I know where is my unit and how is the environment inside. I'm gonna decide on lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, Going back to Wushu training, resuming my skating every sunday if my buddy is free, continuing my vocal lessons. piano lessons from Kaixin pending, doing braces and driving lessons as well as, planning on taking a part time adv dip/degree if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of things ain't it? Hahaha! I have to prioritize the above mentioned I guess. Much as I am able to dedicate the time for it, I don't think I am financially capable of accomplishing everything by myself. Limitations that poor people faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure can optimize lots of things if I'm rich. Picking up new things to learn, doing more things (cause I will have a car and I can be in many places in a day). Money definitely solves the issue right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity to see the rich kids indulging themselves. The money sure can be put into better use. Darn. I think I'd be able to do more service to society if I'm a rich kid. Well, guess I'm not and things are a realist as it is. Boy oh boy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6467398883870228057?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6467398883870228057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6467398883870228057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6467398883870228057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6467398883870228057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-funny-that-this-second-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-142765248974341680</id><published>2007-11-08T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:57:36.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for starters, the part where by I swore to make an entry before I go NS, I had like food poisoning just before enlisting. Couldn't do anything except for Standby Toilet. So wasn't really in the mood for blogging. Like pai seh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT really! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enlistment. Well, as I'm a Pes C intake. And it's the lowest of the Cs; C9. There ain't really much to talk about except for the leeways we are given due to our pre-medical conditions. So the officers are very careful with us; making sure that we don't strain ourselves during training and stuff. However! Personally, I think that the training might be a bit too easy. It's like we are given brisk walks instead of running. Min amount of push-ups. And it's funny to know that most of us inside are athletes in various sports. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that most of us would get really fat when we finish our BMT; the high food intake with low exercising. Most of us had wanted to use this period to build our body. What a humor it was when we learnt of the training we're given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true! We really get to know and meet different kinds of people inside there. The worse side of human prevails inside. Some "fishmongers", loudmouth ones; all talk and no actions, "chao geng warriors" who can so go audition for Mediacorp or something. I think mostly you name it, we have it. Of course there are the nice ones. My section are made up of several nice people. All willing to sweat to cover our asses therefore it's pretty nice la. Then, there's just the 2 extremes we have within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army encourages those of us with girlfriends to call them. So every night, you see everyone talking to their love ones. Haha, from time to time, I do get jealous of them. Pretty much a mixture of feelings. Ironic...but seeing them this way, it kinda makes my heart have a feeling of emptiness. While the rest are calling, I just lie on my bed myself. Flashbacks came and go. Kinda irritating to find myself thinking of all those things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to realize that I don't dream of Denise anymore, which is good. I think I've learnt to let go. Or maybe, knowing that she's happy with her life and her guy, that makes me feel really good. I guess that's my way of loving. Though I can't be with someone, so long I know she's genuinely happy,  I'm contented. Haha, that's just me . There may be some of you who can't comprehend this thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a concern to be aware that instead, I've been dreaming of Regina. Some of us may think that big deal; it's just a dream. Yea, I know. But I hardly dream. Usually I just sleep till I open my eyes to see dawn again. So when i dream, it's kinda eventful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a year already. And our relationship as friends is healthy. That's good really. I rather have friendship than the avoiding nonsense. However, sometimes I just don't comprehend why I would think of her, especially when I sing. The duet songs in particular; when I sang the guy part, it will be her voice ringing inside my head for the girl compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for only 3 months. However, that 3 months felt like a long time. On my part, it's as though we've been through quite a number of things together. And I do admit that I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter, her wackiness (when she stomps laughin machaim like "tiao dang"), her passion for dance, her grace when dancing, her voice and glances when we sing together, her face of care when she comes close to my face to wipe off something as though I'm like a little boy. Ok,  I should really stop here. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many guys in camp, even my commanders taught me that  girls come and go always. And that girls shouldn't be treated nicely ALWAYS, sometimes we have to play a bit of MIA. Also they are capable of finding a replacement before breakup with the current ones. I kinda take my hats off to them. Though I may aspire to be like them, I know my heart ain't capable like them. I think some girls may disagree but in reality, I guess some bits are quite true. Haha! I should learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the song that's been playing in my head these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's wrong to walk away, though you think it's over&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there's so much more to say&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the moment's gone&lt;br /&gt;And all your dreams are upside down&lt;br /&gt;And you just wanna change the way the world goes round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;br /&gt;I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but think that this is wrong, we should be together&lt;br /&gt;Back in your arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally realised it was forever that I've found&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all to change the way the world goes round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;br /&gt;I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna hear you say that you know just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To have it all and let it slip away, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Even though the moment's gone, I'm still holding on somehow&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could change the way the world goes round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Wished there was a chance to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;Lookin down the road you should be taking&lt;br /&gt;I should know, cos I loved and lost the day I let&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved and lost the day I let&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved and lost the day I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yea, it's old school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-142765248974341680?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/142765248974341680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=142765248974341680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/142765248974341680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/142765248974341680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/ha-i-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-6751618362013715898</id><published>2007-09-16T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:43:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta blog soon but I'm feeling lazy. Currently has lots of cobwebs in my blog. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been shitty for the past couple day. Had Flu and slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate it when I'm sick. It's like a total waste of time. I practically couldn't do anything. Giddy to check Emails nor smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-6751618362013715898?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6751618362013715898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=6751618362013715898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6751618362013715898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/6751618362013715898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/09/gotta-blog-soon-but-im-feeling-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-8036840083938113247</id><published>2007-08-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:40:53.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asian Kennel Union (AKU) Championship Dog Show was held at Expo yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the dog show is cool. You will get to see dogs that you wouldn't normally see on the streets. We're not just talking about rare breeds here in Singapore but also, the quality of those show dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love events like this. It's like everywhere you see, it's dogs! It's like a free world. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, borrowed the magnificent Canon 350D DSLR to do the photo shots; the photos are of&lt;br /&gt;HIGH quality! And I love some of the few shots taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLC5gUryAI/AAAAAAAAADk/47sLZEKvC0A/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLC5gUryAI/AAAAAAAAADk/47sLZEKvC0A/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103355620949215234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That will be Tifa's Potential Husband to be. Haha! Must be a handsome boy. So whoever out there must have at least this standard. This 5yr old guy here is the benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLC6AUryBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6T_mHTTlhXg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLC6AUryBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6T_mHTTlhXg/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103355629539149842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Bull Dog! Cutie ain't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8AUryCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U4nVKuNR0OA/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8AUryCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U4nVKuNR0OA/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358962433771554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samoyed! Akin to Huskies (they pull sheds too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8wUryEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AdNEpj-9CLY/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8wUryEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AdNEpj-9CLY/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358975318673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Dane. Look at the size. His reaches that ladies elbow when he sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8gUryDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ROsV1cnWBfc/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF8gUryDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ROsV1cnWBfc/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358971023706162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow chow! Dawg with the Purple Tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF9QUryFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wInWumfQbfA/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF9QUryFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wInWumfQbfA/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358983908608082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poodle! The High class Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF9gUryGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PTtqIlB9Yfo/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLF9gUryGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PTtqIlB9Yfo/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358988203575394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whippet. Your Sprinting dog truely. You will lose to it in a race, don't try and "malu" yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZmgUryII/AAAAAAAAAEk/srJSf3AaXmE/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZmgUryII/AAAAAAAAAEk/srJSf3AaXmE/s320/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103380583299139714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tri Color Rough Collie we have here, aka Lasisie. Yes they are cousins of Shelties but they are different altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZmAUryHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NFdE1CYUhWI/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZmAUryHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NFdE1CYUhWI/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103380574709205106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afghan hound. I seriously have no comments on this breed...lambs anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZnAUryJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YHAfwmwFQO0/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZnAUryJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YHAfwmwFQO0/s320/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103380591889074322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daschund baby! Ain't it Adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZnwUryKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CNRx3lJ_npc/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZnwUryKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CNRx3lJ_npc/s320/104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103380604773976226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabby boy! Tifa's good Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZoQUryLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tMmpJqEOrtc/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLZoQUryLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tMmpJqEOrtc/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103380613363910834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabby and our new friend in the Neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end my post with my fav photo of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLhhAUryNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JqEhGb8KtP0/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLhhAUryNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JqEhGb8KtP0/s320/121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103389284902881490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a darling? I thought it was a She till i met the owner again just now when I was walking Tifa. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs., the best friends Man can ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-8036840083938113247?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8036840083938113247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=8036840083938113247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8036840083938113247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/8036840083938113247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/08/asian-kennel-union-aku-championship-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gu00Z5hYCUE/RtLC5gUryAI/AAAAAAAAADk/47sLZEKvC0A/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1086074586544581</id><published>2007-08-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:12:44.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood these Days can be expressed by this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walking in the Rain - A1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the windows&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of Love&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;Because the memory's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear my mask in silence&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;If you could see&lt;br /&gt;Then you would be here standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^It may be hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But girl you're the only one I need&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard along the way&lt;br /&gt;It's this feeling I'll get when blue skies turn to grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Feels like I'm walking in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I find myself trying to wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you to give me some shelter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I'm walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single hour&lt;br /&gt;Of every single day&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry my eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;I've cried my tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but remember&lt;br /&gt;How you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You dressed my soul and made me whole&lt;br /&gt;You made my life complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ^, #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all we've said and done&lt;br /&gt;Remains the memories of days when life was fun&lt;br /&gt;But now, when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone to watch the setting of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;And I said baby, I'm walking in the Rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1086074586544581?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1086074586544581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1086074586544581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1086074586544581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1086074586544581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-these-days-can-be-expressed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7467638627690077710</id><published>2007-08-12T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:58:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised that I'll do a post on washing up and brushing, here it is =) Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok still, I won't drone on the general details. I guess it would be pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about how you brush your teeth alright? How many of you still brush your teeth using the method and instructions taught in Primary school. You know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brush here 10 times then move on 10 times else where"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about other primary schools but for mine, we actually have like brushing exercises on certain days of the week together with our teacher who supervised and taught us. SO! Till now, I'm still using the very "technique" taught in primary school until now. 10 times here then move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Maybe some of you were taught this way but as you grow older, you developed your own pattern. Personally, I don't see the need to or perhaps just too lazy to figure out a new rhythm for brushing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , bathing! I think maybe what's interesting on this topic was during the age of 12 - 13. Reason being, I took 30mins to bath that time. Yeah, which inculcated certain fears in my family members with having my using the bathroom first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that I wanna proclaim that I love to shower; it's a kind of relaxation. Having the water just showering upon, just gives me a sense of relief. And I was working too much on being "clean". That's why the 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember I can take a good whole 10mins just to shampoo my hair. Kept working on the foam and massaging.  After which, I will just clean my face of the foam, still have the shampoo on my head and move on to wash my body. I thought to give it more time for the shampoo to work on my hair as well as having the fragrance to seep in if it's left there a little longer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto my body, I was never satisfied with any part only until it's totally covered in lather; a white. Only if it's so that I will think that it's clean. Pretty sick huh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have grow out of all these. The most I pamper myself with bath is 15mins. Else the norm would be 5 - 10 mins these days. I still love to indulge myself with bathing. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I don't get a bathtub in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7467638627690077710?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7467638627690077710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7467638627690077710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7467638627690077710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7467638627690077710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-promised-that-ill-do-post-on-washing.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-7505571625696449618</id><published>2007-08-04T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:36:25.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"How and what do you want to make out of life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always question myself about this now and then. It's something like what do I see myself in, in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, is it just me or there are many others out there who also ponder upon what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just me, then it's one of those days that I've been thinking too much again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be dynamic, to be constantly on moving. I want it to be exciting, with new things to learn and explore through each passing day. I want to make full use of my life and especially this period where, my choices of my path will probably set the rest of my life in one direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at this moment, I'm still not able to see myself anywhere. I still don't know what I really want to do. There are many possibilities and all of them seem so smoky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Chemical Engineering for my Dip. Although, it's not really what I like to do, it has a good job prospect and I should not have much of a problem using it as a back up.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thought that Media is fun and am contemplating whether or not to pursue in it. There's also NIE which was my initial plan after my NS. However, moving on, I realise that I like to try marketing as it is so much alive and dynamic. Then, there's finally IT, which is also something that I may explore in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for academic, how about some of my outside involvements? Let's put aside Skating, Guitar and Singing (as I just started training on it), I have the longest involvement in Wushu and NWCDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these has nutured me. And I really do enjoy myself in it. So, am I to seek in depth being involved in NWCDC? To really work inside for community and related civil service departments? Or I can venture into being a Coach for Wushu? Lastly, there's also the singing issue. It has always been my childhood dream to be a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I think I'm kind of being a Jack of all Trades but master of none. Should I define something for myself and stick to it till I kick the bucket? Yet, I enjoy doing all of the things and don't really desire to give them up. There are infinite possibilities and still more areas that I've still yet to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about all these. And I seek to move on really fast from this point on. To attempt and learn from whatever chances or time permits. I hope to see a more defined future where I can safely and un-regrettably stick to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I have the strength and the chances to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy I like to learn dancing also...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-7505571625696449618?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7505571625696449618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=7505571625696449618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7505571625696449618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/7505571625696449618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-and-what-do-you-want-to-make-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-1719524535263898108</id><published>2007-07-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:49:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok this is pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm more active with my friendster these days. So with all the browsing and giving a more thoughtful look at the nick of friends in Msn Messenger, I came to realise something... girls like to put themselves as princess something something don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my point is not that they are juvenile or trying to act cute by putting themselves as princesses. However, in a way, it seems ok for them to put themselves as Princess. For instances, Princess Samantha, Princess Cute, so on and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, now that you roughly get my drift, I like to bring you to think about how would you feel if you see guys putting themselves as princes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how does that feel? Rather odd isn't it? Prince something something. It would be pretty flashy ain't it? Your friends will never agree to it. And I feel, particularly, the ladies will object to it. They will probably say, "You?! Prince? Aww, don't make me puke." Yet, it's alright for them to put themselves as princess (I guess that's a lady way) and be magical in some ways. But, for a guy to put himself as Prince, I suppose it will never get accepted no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought! What if I put my nick somewhere over Friendster or Msn to be "Prince Alvin". Well, not to mention others, I don't feel comfortable myself. Prince Alvin? O.o I'd rather still be known as "Your friendly decent chap in the neighbourhood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I really put myself as Prince Alvin, here's the possible comments I'm gonna receive from everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Wah Lau Alvin! Mai Gay la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Eh siao eh, wrong already. Should be Princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Prince Alvin?! Don't be disgusting can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Eh Alvin, grow up la. Prince my ass lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Wah! Prince lehz! So where are the girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! There you go. And there's a reason why the gay thing is at the ranked 1; that will be the most "popular comment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that basically covers why guys can never be accepted as Princes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-1719524535263898108?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1719524535263898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=1719524535263898108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1719524535263898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/1719524535263898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-this-is-pretty-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12582452589584635266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-3535648636018841057</id><published>2007-06-25T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:10:27.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a conversation that went pretty funny. Garry, Jess and of course me were involved. So here's a brief part of it, I think it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before this conversation, I was commenting that Rp has quite a number of pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ....must create an opportunity for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, can ask yongling to show Garry around then I can show Jess around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Garry shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess: Oh, so you are keeping all the beauties to yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my god, you're claiming that you're a beauty la. Bu yao lian sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Yeah I know I was pretty mean. But those of you who knows me, know that I'm like that de la. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had went for Np Strings Concert at Singapore Conference Hall. It was to support Jun Wei, one of my junior in Wrss. The performance was pretty alright. However in general, I honestly think that Sp String is better. I had went for their concert via Kai Xin a couple of times. They are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the emcees for the night were actually couple. Well, near the end, she gave her guy this sweet look that's quite heart melting. Did I mention she's quite pretty? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my point is, I know that sweet gazing look from before. I have had such gaze upon me before. And it is the most magical feeling I've felt. Lol, her sweet gazing at her guy gave me such reminisces of my past love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not the bitter ones, it's the sweet and memorable ones =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-3535648636018841057?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3535648636018841057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=3535648636018841057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3535648636018841057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/3535648636018841057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-was-conversation-that-went-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917008.post-635229842862411064</id><published>2007-06-22T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:31:32.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for a Trial Singing Workshop at Tinybox music last sunday. The experience is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was firstly a brief talk on the singing industry and next covered issues were, the introductory to song composing class and vocal training class. After which, we had a trial recording at its studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that my singing was pretty good, or at least of some minimal standard. It was then, I realized that I am pretty far from what I thought to be of the minimal standard. Yes, my range is slightly highly than most guys. However, that is not of any advantages involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little performance recording by Desiree Tan, Malaysia's Superstar Ladies Winner. She's really good. And with a little explanation from the teacher and personally noted how all these techniques were being sung by her, I felt there is so much to learn about singing then just opening your gape and making sure you have the correct pitching as well as, pray you're not tone deaf to the songs played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm pretty concerned about starting the lessons. Firstly, my mum posed me a question asking if this "investment" is worthwhile. She explained that there has be some forms of returns, as in $$. But, you know as well as me, that it's not really possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what she said really affects me. I'm not too sure whether or not to start this investment. True, I really wanna learn and have a flaming passion to singing. I do like the feeling of singing in front of audience and to be applauded after, which happened at a karaoke pub before. but this "investment" and returns are bugging me. Being at my age now, it's whether to be realistic or live with my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being a realist will kill my interest but in a way, it kinda ensures my future, to be earning money and stuff. But then again, whom of us would not wanna live your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda caught in a dilemma between the two. And it's not comforting to be stuck with this kind of decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..darn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917008-635229842862411064?l=thisisvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/feeds/635229842862411064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7917008&amp;postID=635229842862411064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/635229842862411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7917008/posts/default/635229842862411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisvin.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-for-trial-singing-workshop-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300331142782605266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwIGKX9nqME/TIcK0Rt1QYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WeS1WIEK9Nw/S220/IMG_0125.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
