<?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-24598964</id><updated>2012-02-06T20:42:22.720+08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>vagrant's story</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life &amp; Tides of Edward</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1040233262589933788</id><published>2012-02-06T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:42:22.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really nice while it lasted. But as with all things, there must be an end to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for frisbee with the cousins yesterday early in the morning, namely Edna, Edrea, Andrea, Victoria and Victor. And damn was it early. Imagine, 0900hours at Paya Lebar. If it weren't for the circle line, I think I would need to wake up at 0630hours as opposed to 0730hrs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun while it lasted. But tiring. Hahaha. And I majorly accidentally threw the frisbee into Edrea's face-jaw. Major oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, headed over to the Vics'. Played Modern Warfare 3 there. Completed the whole game in approximately 4 to 5 hours time. That had to be one of my more crazy game-rushing moments ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there was the gymnast gathering the day before. A number of familiar faces were seen. But there were more unfamiliar/vaguely familiar faces than any. Still, good times, good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking if I should cut my hair short now or not... &lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="yH8kRfgq" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh wow! &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('yH8kRfgq')"&gt;An encrypted post!&lt;/a&gt; How interesting... &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Pass: qazwsxedc &lt;p&gt;It was fun and really nice while it lasted. Really. The times we had spent together. Those late nights. The times when I'd went over late in the night with a Macca's meal. The few times where I'd rushed over so that you could sleep in peace. But I guess things would have to come to an end eventually. I should have better prepared myself instead of hoping for the best. How naive. I had thought things would become better eventually, especially when we return to Australia. I had thought she was really in love with me. But it seems like I was wrong. At first, when she said that she was really in love with me, I was worried, because I was afraid that I couldn't give her the same. But over time, I'd realised that my feelings for her started to grow more and more. I was confident that I could return those same feelings that she had for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had told me she really love me, so where has all those feelings gone to now, I wonder. Or was it just a lie? I'm sorry if it seems like I'm doubting her, but the period of waiting had caused my faith and trust in her to waver. A lot. I don't doubt it will return. But right now, I'm in a state of disbelief, pain and sorrow. It makes it hard for me to trust her right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remembered when she told me that she was afraid that I won't have time for her when I return to Singapore, and that I will ignore her. I kept assuring her that I'll try my best to clear my time for her and that I most definitely won't ignore her. But it seems like those worries of hers were not of concern at all. And it seems, the tables have been turned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not blaming anyone for what had happened. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I should have kept her from meeting up with him so often. I should have been against the idea of her being so close to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm really really am sorry. For all the times missed. For the unfulfilled promise of bringing her out for a proper date. For any uncertainty I've brought upon her. Most importantly, I'm sorry that I couldn't spend more time with her because of my personal issues. I truly and deeply am, for not giving her the best and making her feel happier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels lonely, to know that I'd lost my companion. Though she mentioned her decision to be fair, I still can't help but feel that it's unfair. How fair is it that he had not lost anything, but I've to lose her? It's painful, really painful. I guess that's what happens when one falls in too deep.&lt;/p&gt; --!&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's okay&lt;/strong&gt;. For the happiness and the carefree, I'll take it in. Bring the pain, the sorrow, everything. I'll take it all. Withstand it all. And at the end, I'll still be there, smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1040233262589933788?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1040233262589933788/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1040233262589933788' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1040233262589933788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1040233262589933788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6877564877775033177</id><published>2012-02-02T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:27:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;One might think that things get simpler as one grows older. How untrue. I admit, I used to think that way. With more knowledge, life just gets more complex. But with that said, I like it. Adds color &amp;amp; drama to life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's into February already. How time flies. Complete my part time job. CNY passed. February.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of glad that work is over now, as it means that I get to sleep in. On days such as this. Cloudy. Heavy rain. Greyish. Cooling weather. &lt;em&gt;Ahh~&lt;/em&gt; That's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With CNY, it was just like any other CNY. With the exception that the first day, we were kind of late. Actually, very late, such that one of the aunts were complaining about it. And that the second day, us cousins had headed out together till late night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nowadays, I'm just slacking around at home, waiting &amp;amp; arranging to meet up with friends. Am actually looking forward to Frisbee with the cousins this coming Sunday. Will be fun. Most of the time now, am just spending time at home, watching anime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help but feel that nowadays, my post are getting more &amp;amp; more incoherent. I guess blogging is really something that one needs to do constantly, to get everything straighten out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nowadays, I really do believe that ignorance is bliss. How I envy those little kids, running down the streets, making a ruckus, ignorant of the world &amp;amp; the people around them. How I envy that kids get to make 'wrong' choices with little consequences. At the most, a few detention sessions. It's not that I'm regretting anything, I'm not. Neither hoping that time could be turned back, don't believe in that crap. It's just that, sometimes, I wonder if the decisions I'd made in the past recent years were 'correct'. So many grey areas. So much unjustifiable reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still waiting, but I don't know how much longer I can wait. The trust is wavering &amp;amp; with each encounter, the disappointment grows...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6877564877775033177?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6877564877775033177/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6877564877775033177' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6877564877775033177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6877564877775033177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-pictures-today.html' title='No pictures today.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-3582061834491997801</id><published>2012-01-16T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:30:56.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Nose Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got home much earlier from work. First, 'cos there wasn't much to do to begin with. Second, 'cos I'm down with a flu/cold. Damn it. Don't like it at all. And it looks like I got to make up the hours on Saturday. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;~ But according to my colleague, there shouldn't be much to do on Saturday. Well, hopefully anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, off to rest now. Don't feel that bad actually. But better be safe than sorry what with CNY just approaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3582061834491997801?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3582061834491997801/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3582061834491997801' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3582061834491997801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3582061834491997801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2012/01/run-nose-run.html' title='Run Nose Run.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6933086449850087583</id><published>2012-01-08T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:20:09.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidenote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd realised that 3 months of my life went missing. Year is 2011. Month: May, June &amp;amp; July. How depressing. It'd only meant that I was too busy to even keep up with my blog. Also explains why I find it so difficult to get back to blogging. 3 months hiatus is too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, finished reading &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt;. Utterly depressing book. Since I'd watched the movie, the book was kind of shocking. Touching &amp;amp; depressing. I'm not surprised if people actually were depressed for a while after finishing that book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think about... Who did I watched the movie with again...? Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did I ever mention, Regina's face is epic-ness in the collated photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6933086449850087583?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6933086449850087583/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6933086449850087583' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6933086449850087583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6933086449850087583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sidenote.html' title='Sidenote'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2946413470762103459</id><published>2012-01-03T01:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:09:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days in construction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's time for me to get a keyboard sheet for my MacBook. Although it doesn't feel quite as comfortable typing on it, but it would certainly save me the hassle of cleaning my keyboard every now &amp;amp; then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, now that I'm back in Singapore, quite a number of activities have took place. Not quite as hectic as last year, good &amp;amp; bad in a way, but still enjoyable the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1_e0aHlhAA/TwHv42qiG_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/EshWaG5DLvI/s1600/P1100285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1_e0aHlhAA/TwHv42qiG_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/EshWaG5DLvI/s320/P1100285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693095163998641138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First shot of the day for the car trip went on with my brother. 211211.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK4K2SnLmYI/TwHv5KfQXmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/h3WRfxRvxuQ/s1600/P1100294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK4K2SnLmYI/TwHv5KfQXmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/h3WRfxRvxuQ/s320/P1100294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693095169320050274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First destination: &lt;em&gt;xiao gui ling&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7bkeXWQfNU/TwHv5oLvxXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jHXjX43Zg-w/s1600/P1100330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7bkeXWQfNU/TwHv5oLvxXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jHXjX43Zg-w/s320/P1100330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693095177291285874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the cliff face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak1lDpWtBlg/TwHxrDjYGkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FU1fi6H50EI/s1600/P1100351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak1lDpWtBlg/TwHxrDjYGkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FU1fi6H50EI/s320/P1100351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693097125963373122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch destination at Bukit Timah Hawker Center. Good food. Good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hihwd-a-nfM/TwHxq6atSXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dshu1_p0iww/s1600/P1100338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hihwd-a-nfM/TwHxq6atSXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dshu1_p0iww/s320/P1100338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693097123511093618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A feel of the old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJF9482cMy0/TwHxro_6ggI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2kyR9PSQbr8/s1600/P1100352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eJF9482cMy0/TwHxro_6ggI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2kyR9PSQbr8/s320/P1100352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693097136015180290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, walking back to the car. Spotted this little creature long lost with Singapore's advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihTk5NjVZNQ/TwdEdjOmtBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xq60Ei5TSyw/s1600/P1100359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihTk5NjVZNQ/TwdEdjOmtBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xq60Ei5TSyw/s320/P1100359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694595528296674322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colbar Eating House. Since pre-WWII. Closed for renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84Bs5R54Viw/TwdEd4xTOoI/AAAAAAAAAac/I-v0oRTaAH8/s1600/P1100360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84Bs5R54Viw/TwdEd4xTOoI/AAAAAAAAAac/I-v0oRTaAH8/s320/P1100360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694595534079343234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opposite was an Italian restaurant. The only alternative in the vicinity. Talk about monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhbZANzsVmA/TwdEeQXW5NI/AAAAAAAAAao/fgCP6eyseCo/s1600/P1100380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhbZANzsVmA/TwdEeQXW5NI/AAAAAAAAAao/fgCP6eyseCo/s320/P1100380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694595540412982482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place. Actually, it's rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c0Xq86H7Tg/TwdGHROoYEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/14IvPWf6Hy0/s1600/P1100398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7c0Xq86H7Tg/TwdGHROoYEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/14IvPWf6Hy0/s320/P1100398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694597344531079234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted an old school water tower while walking around Essex Estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSmyk3x6S10/TwdGHNkqAQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8lO-rBA3AwA/s1600/P1100392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSmyk3x6S10/TwdGHNkqAQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8lO-rBA3AwA/s320/P1100392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694597343549718786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found a way up, but got fed to a battalion of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ox_Qd6zyVw/TwdGH7I87kI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dTcKichrwHs/s1600/P1100399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ox_Qd6zyVw/TwdGH7I87kI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dTcKichrwHs/s320/P1100399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694597355781549634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop: The old French Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRszZoxF4ic/Twgvn3F_jXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RF51_V9QgIs/s1600/P1100403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRszZoxF4ic/Twgvn3F_jXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RF51_V9QgIs/s320/P1100403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694854090660482418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFjWO1N6ccc/TwgvoD6tm8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/JhXdclCSHDg/s1600/P1100413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFjWO1N6ccc/TwgvoD6tm8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/JhXdclCSHDg/s320/P1100413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694854094102830018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-it3wI0OJcXI/Twgvovq5BHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/JrOnFeDEXZc/s1600/P1100416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-it3wI0OJcXI/Twgvovq5BHI/AAAAAAAAAb0/JrOnFeDEXZc/s320/P1100416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694854105847628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Covered in moss/algae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXwaAzy2d4E/TwgxZQXujhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/H4PfLQkrJ3Y/s1600/P1100425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXwaAzy2d4E/TwgxZQXujhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/H4PfLQkrJ3Y/s320/P1100425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694856038770970130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEn_CNDFZZM/TwgxZALn4TI/AAAAAAAAAb8/H8fKcjIQruw/s1600/P1100428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEn_CNDFZZM/TwgxZALn4TI/AAAAAAAAAb8/H8fKcjIQruw/s320/P1100428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694856034425233714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another staircase, from the side of the embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGAiI67H4QI/TwgxZvxaQpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/l3gYmjzlOxA/s1600/P1100432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGAiI67H4QI/TwgxZvxaQpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/l3gYmjzlOxA/s320/P1100432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694856047200191122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small plant, big house.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about it for the car trip. Had &lt;em&gt;bak kut teh&lt;/em&gt; for dinner after everything &amp;amp; headed over to salted caramel for ice cream. Mm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next series of photos were the P.Ubin trip went on with Joseph. 231211. Reached Changi Village at an extremely unearthly hour. So early/late that the third genders were still around. Seems like a tough life they lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y92xgYlwm98/TwgzI2VaPcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YIqt5CEN6Bw/s1600/P1100467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y92xgYlwm98/TwgzI2VaPcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YIqt5CEN6Bw/s320/P1100467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694857955927276994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just so to show how early it was. Planking. Flagging. I shall call this standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzoVf7Uf1Hw/TwgzJGHFLQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OPAnKagKkMQ/s1600/P1100479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JzoVf7Uf1Hw/TwgzJGHFLQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OPAnKagKkMQ/s320/P1100479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694857960162143490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitty cat at ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ilxdWD3btQ/TwgzJ-8RY6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wmM1HI9fiAg/s1600/P1100496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ilxdWD3btQ/TwgzJ-8RY6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wmM1HI9fiAg/s320/P1100496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694857975417627554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First boat in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxaRyVuFoKc/Twg0rS4L0OI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NEnpsuFSeQI/s1600/P1100503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxaRyVuFoKc/Twg0rS4L0OI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NEnpsuFSeQI/s320/P1100503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694859647216505058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time check once again. Damn it's early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMpTQ3hzWHk/Twg0rt0YytI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_txG2PImrCA/s1600/P1100505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMpTQ3hzWHk/Twg0rt0YytI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_txG2PImrCA/s320/P1100505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694859654448335570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid things stupid people do with their stupid friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRa86kLg7Ds/Twg0sN7deeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N-kfHm4EqSw/s1600/P1100526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRa86kLg7Ds/Twg0sN7deeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N-kfHm4EqSw/s320/P1100526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694859663067937250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually saw wild boars resting peacefully. Guess there's an advantage to being early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2gbqFjAdpI/Twg2nA_2__I/AAAAAAAAAd0/qAWDbiPUR0Q/s1600/P1100611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2gbqFjAdpI/Twg2nA_2__I/AAAAAAAAAd0/qAWDbiPUR0Q/s320/P1100611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694861772720635890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About the only reason why P.Ubin is returnable. Scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AppvtXVo5mQ/Twg2m3nbzyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cWIWbRcFIS4/s1600/P1100620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AppvtXVo5mQ/Twg2m3nbzyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cWIWbRcFIS4/s320/P1100620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694861770202271522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO0EBsxEagA/Twg2ntcsdkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GAlpZE1GY7Q/s1600/P1100639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO0EBsxEagA/Twg2ntcsdkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GAlpZE1GY7Q/s320/P1100639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694861784652740162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What better way to end cycling on P.Ubin other than having a coconut? Since 2002.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there was this ODAC meetup session, happening on the same day itself, at night. Good times they were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjqTiDZcJ8/Twg4R-RsDyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/K-qXOrvcvEk/s1600/P1100648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEjqTiDZcJ8/Twg4R-RsDyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/K-qXOrvcvEk/s320/P1100648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694863610236112674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW7q2_5FbHw/Twg4RmIN8BI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CEkfhJIyxDY/s1600/P1100644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW7q2_5FbHw/Twg4RmIN8BI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CEkfhJIyxDY/s320/P1100644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694863603753938962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJTRjpdIF-g/Twg4SWV_9LI/AAAAAAAAAek/WEf6h_5LHZ4/s1600/P1100649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJTRjpdIF-g/Twg4SWV_9LI/AAAAAAAAAek/WEf6h_5LHZ4/s320/P1100649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694863616696644786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Seriously, wait staff should be trained in basic photography. Can't even get the picture centered. Pfft.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also another dinner I had with Joseph. At Chomp Chomp, Serangoon Gardens. Ate till our fill. I think people were staring at us though, thinking this 2 guys must been starved for 3 days, 3 nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkLtSlvhPL4/Twg6gmipznI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJvN8-TxQgw/s1600/P1100698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkLtSlvhPL4/Twg6gmipznI/AAAAAAAAAew/nJvN8-TxQgw/s320/P1100698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694866060586110578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, the whole table of plates/mugs belonged to us. Now, that's what I call having a good o' hawker center meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;271111. Probably one of the most exciting &amp;amp; promising day in Singapore. Istana Woodneuk. Basically, hd to trek through thick vegetation. The distance wasn't exactly far, but there's a slope, and well, thick vegetation. Not recommended for the unprepared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIbHhPXx9EI/Twg8F7N0WeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bROxydWBKq4/s1600/P1100700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIbHhPXx9EI/Twg8F7N0WeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bROxydWBKq4/s320/P1100700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694867801302653410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;First stage. Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5TNx7uZr5E/Twg8GFY_-iI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kmOG_6A0tZs/s1600/P1100701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5TNx7uZr5E/Twg8GFY_-iI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kmOG_6A0tZs/s320/P1100701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694867804033907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second stage. Vegetated slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI7YBEWyKvM/Twg8GvDLVcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/87OIIc6A19A/s1600/P1100703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI7YBEWyKvM/Twg8GvDLVcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/87OIIc6A19A/s320/P1100703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694867815216666050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third stage. Thick vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylKwf-NlreE/Twg9YXZKjKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1TJz1cUT_sw/s1600/P1100705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylKwf-NlreE/Twg9YXZKjKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1TJz1cUT_sw/s320/P1100705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694869217615711394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bashing is required. Specs lead the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78_L7hvg2As/Twg9YJhWRJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IH76p2YZdvw/s1600/P1100704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78_L7hvg2As/Twg9YJhWRJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IH76p2YZdvw/s320/P1100704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694869213891937426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My oldest of friends. Game on for anything with me, be it jumping off a cliff or bashing through crazy vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe8B8Z4Npeg/Twg9Y_q21KI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1g5fmzYWPiU/s1600/P1100706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fe8B8Z4Npeg/Twg9Y_q21KI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1g5fmzYWPiU/s320/P1100706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694869228427334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEeAALfkqZc/TwhBamF2VeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V2-eDpdWaYw/s1600/P1100710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEeAALfkqZc/TwhBamF2VeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V2-eDpdWaYw/s320/P1100710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694873653967476194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Istana Woodneuk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The location is mighty interesting &amp;amp; exciting. Unfortunately, a call had to come through. I understood the importance of the call. But it still ruined the trip for me ultimately. Couldn't focus on matters at hand, couldn't concentrate on subject matter, getting annoyed &amp;amp; irritated. What should one do in such a situation. On one hand, it's an important call. On the other hand, you're at a location where you might never step foot in again. And even if you do, the feeling will definitely be different. What should one actually do. Thinking back once again, the annoyance comes back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To sum up Istana Woodneuk. Amazing. And well, the photos basically reflect my experience there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hptwucX_b0E/TwhBa8kh_DI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qy3HQN7qm2o/s1600/P1100794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hptwucX_b0E/TwhBa8kh_DI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qy3HQN7qm2o/s320/P1100794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694873660001745970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onnjii1qV6E/TwhBbhSX_vI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3gbbwgtcFRo/s1600/P1100813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onnjii1qV6E/TwhBbhSX_vI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3gbbwgtcFRo/s320/P1100813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694873669857705714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Blu Jaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WB4IY-ISQnA/TwhETZyFbaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T1vPD_KfsN8/s1600/P1100819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WB4IY-ISQnA/TwhETZyFbaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T1vPD_KfsN8/s320/P1100819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694876828939152802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel Oh Rui Ying. 12 years of friendship. That's older than my nieces. Added up. Talk about growing up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Istana, brother headed off to dance. What a sight he must be when he entered the studio. Me &amp;amp; Rachel headed home to shower &amp;amp; freshen up before moving out again. Took a walk down Haji Lane, and trek around the vicinity for a while. Spotted the kampung house on the third floor along the way. Makes me wonder, if its even an approved construction since it looks mighty dodgy to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blu Jaz was for dinner. Nice environment. Like how they used plants to enclose the area, makes you feel in another place, despite it being next to a rather busy road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_uKSP7R9l4/TwhF5eROscI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gsZd4W9ZyCo/s1600/P1180917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_uKSP7R9l4/TwhF5eROscI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gsZd4W9ZyCo/s320/P1180917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694878582490182082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;060112. Eventful day. 4E2 class gathering. I love that comfortable feeling of being able to talk with friends, even though we hadn't met up for a long long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What other than good company with fun, joy &amp;amp; laughter could make my night? Random question was entertaining while it lasted. All the weird questions popping out. And even weirder responses. Should have another gathering some other time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, come to think about it now, 2 years later, it would be 10 years since we got together as a class. &lt;strong&gt;Damn.&lt;/strong&gt; That's long. It's about time I dig up all the old photos &amp;amp; start sharing them already. Those who are reading this, please contribute if you have any. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;. A little something of the people who went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3r_x9OY3fI/Twhm2vTAotI/AAAAAAAAAhA/c5qmR0U001U/s1600/Collaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3r_x9OY3fI/Twhm2vTAotI/AAAAAAAAAhA/c5qmR0U001U/s400/Collaged.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694914819405161170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yu Ting. Ian. Sharon. Yiching. Lulu. Siewhoon. Sylvonne. Ting Xuan. Regina. Delin. Valerie.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPWmQj9KKFs/Twhn9tl923I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Fqpr941Byws/s1600/P1180920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPWmQj9KKFs/Twhn9tl923I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Fqpr941Byws/s320/P1180920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694916038718511986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed to the airport after that. Disturb my brother before he flies off to Hong Kong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And have been working for the past week. Another 2 more weeks to go &amp;amp; it's CNY. I believe I'm not the only one, but CNY was a big hooha when I was a kid. I remembered getting all too excited about CNY. But with the passing of time, it gets more &amp;amp; more mundane, even a chore at times. How sad. The only perk of CNY for me nowadays is to use it as an excuse for meeting up with friends, or taking a break from work. And of course, to see my dear cousins &amp;amp; relatives whom I only see once a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides the listed above activities, there were a few others. Like going ice-skating with the cousins &amp;amp; a K-session after that. There was also the clubbing night with my ODAC mates, though I headed home early &amp;amp; was more in the mood of people watching than doing anything else. There's also a couple of meet up with Joseph &amp;amp; AikHong, as well as with having coffee with Valerie, Yu Ting &amp;amp; Lulu and a dessert supper with the 3 of them plus Siewhoon. There was also the FYP interview for Audrey. And how could I possibly forget the lunch date with Kristelle? Now, that's a friend I haven't met in ages as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like I had an eventful return this year as well. Just not as packed as the year before. It's better this way. Gives me a breather &amp;amp; do some other stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on, I think I've come to understand myself a bit more. Just a little tad bit. And I don't know to be confused or to be depress or disappointed or happy. I'd never known I could possibly be in a dilemma as to what to feel. It's quite straightforward for me at most times. What would you do? How would you feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I'm finding it pointless to rant away like that. I know I won't remember what the hell I'm referring to or even talking about, without typing a slightest bit of detail down. But if I do, things become too obvious &amp;amp; people will start knowing about it, when you don't want that to happen at all. But to feel better, you just have to rant it out somewhere. That's what I learned through blogging. It's quite annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one hand, you have a diary, where it's nearly indestructible. On the other hand, it's an open diary, such that you cannot liberally 'pen' down whatever you like. Bugger. And I don't trust literally penned diary as well. It's too easy for people to pick it up &amp;amp; start browsing at leisure. Ever experienced it in front of me too. Maybe I should do something like the anime Fullmetal Alchemist. Write everything down in a code only I could possibly understand. Hmm... Maybe I should start considering that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to end this post &amp;amp; finally move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2946413470762103459?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2946413470762103459/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2946413470762103459' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2946413470762103459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2946413470762103459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-days-in-construction.html' title='3 days in construction.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-X1_e0aHlhAA/TwHv42qiG_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/EshWaG5DLvI/s72-c/P1100285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-3469846056697244636</id><published>2011-12-11T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:31:48.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So am finally back in sunny little hufuckingmid Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day was quite surreal, since I'd landed so early. By nightfall, it felt as if 2 or 3 days had already passed. And much thanks &amp;amp; appreciation to Aik Hong for fetching me. Wouldn't know what to do if you weren't there. And well, basically slacked around during the first day, unpacking my luggage &amp;amp; spent time sleeping. Since didn't manage to get much sleep on the flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second day... 9th December. What the hell did I do? Friday. Oh. Went out with Jerome &amp;amp; Keith. Saturday was busy. Running about here &amp;amp; there. Victoria's place in the morning/afternoon. Had a preview of Modern Warfare 3 while I was there. Afternoon was at my Aunt's place. Just visiting her &amp;amp; my grandma. Evening/night headed over to the studio to take a look at the dance studio. By night, was with Jerome, Keith &amp;amp; Jasmine. Sadly, Meixing couldn't join us due to some reasons. And damn, did I miss out a lot of their lives. So much has happened in just this one year. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and a funny encounter en route to Vic's. Was walking along the rear of the flats, when suddenly spotted this Indian man lying on the floor, with his hand going up &amp;amp; down, up &amp;amp; down. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. And his hand was suspiciously at the groin area. About 50m away, confirmed - the fella was masturbating in broad daylight, an open area. What a sight it was. I was literally controlling myself not to laugh out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if it's me or something, but coming back this year round, things seemed so different then before. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's only 2 more days. 2 more days to...? 13 December.  Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3469846056697244636?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3469846056697244636/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3469846056697244636' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3469846056697244636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3469846056697244636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/12/bubub.html' title='Bubub'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-39328193062168524</id><published>2011-11-28T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:27:11.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry ah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really. Sometimes, time spent in the toilet are the best. It's like alone-alone time. Just you, yourself, &amp;amp; the 4 walls. Had a sudden enlightenment during the time spent in there just now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I ever mention, showers are great too. Would really like to get a properly design bathroom/shower next time I own a house/apartment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today, got over to Randell's for lunch/dinner/breakfast. There were Ruth, Tracy (of course), Jasmine, Victoria, Tina &amp;amp; family. Bunny was supposed to go too. But she got too engross with her badminton competition that I got annoyed &amp;amp; angered at. So, in the end told her that she can just continue watching her competition &amp;amp; I'm not going to go pick her up. It's not about the distance I'll need to travel to pick her up or send her off. Unlike what my cousin thought. Really. Such tangible things are insignificant to me. It's the attitude attached that I'm more concerned about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... Shall head off to bed now. Still got to wake up early tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-39328193062168524?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/39328193062168524/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=39328193062168524' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/39328193062168524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/39328193062168524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/11/angry-ah.html' title='Angry ah.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-3153866538326420259</id><published>2011-11-27T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:41:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about work + side-notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday was a total nightmare at work. You ever get one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; days? Days where nothing just go your way? Well, happened to me on Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I mainly do dispatch now at the factory, with the holidays season around the corner. And with the massive orders customers are wanting, the products naturally run low. Thursday was one of those day. The production line was just about done with the 9 cartons I was lacking for the dispatch of the day. I was just about to pack them up, when the transport company, Rand, came to pick up the goods. Great. And I've yet to pallet wrap all the 6 pallets. Luckily, they were only 6. Anymore, I might have gone crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's not all. To make matters worse, the admin girl, Tracy, and the production manager, Geoff, (I think that's his title), were at a conference. So, no one to help me speed things up. And then the big boss with the assistant boss were occupying approximately 7 pallets worth of space, playing around with their new toy. And they used my packed, unwrapped pallets as their workbench. &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;. But that's not all. The wrapping machine, was just next to them. Meaning I can't exactly speed all I like with the forklift, just to speed things up a little. Just have to do it slow &amp;amp; easy with the driver looking on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you think that's the end of it. No... Next, the wrapping machine just refused to start on me. Just when you think things couldn't be any worst. Took a good 10 minutes for it to get moving again. And I had to boldly &amp;amp; sneakily get Geoff to help me get it moving again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once it's moving, it was moving as it should be. Just had to do things manually with all the controls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the end of it - the machine had to run out of the plastic wrapper. Awesome. With no one to help too. Thankfully, that wasn't much of an issue since I'd always changed the plastic roll on my own. So, it was quick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;~ What could have been a 15 minutes job, took me a good 30 to 40 minutes I believer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about it on Thursday. Friday was fun though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another dispatch &amp;amp; pick up to do. This time, everything was done nicely, waiting for the transport company to come pick up the goods. 24 pallets in all. Awesomeness. It will be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the truck came by, it was more fun than I thought. The container truck, just came from delivering frozen goods. So inside the container, it was all cold. To add it on, the floor was all icy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The driver couldn't get the pallet in place by himself, so I had to get up there &amp;amp; help him. It was fun, sliding over the floor, trying to push the pallet in place. Leg power were useless here. Had to use the arm. Grabbing on to the sides where there are holes, using them as a point to push the pallet forward with the other hand. All sliding along the floor or getting pushed by back the pallet at the same time. Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday are going to be crazy. Need to get ready for a 40 foot &amp;amp; a 20 foot container dispatch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note from work. Waiting anxiously &amp;amp; with great anticipation to getting back to Singapore. Thinking of all the things to do, people to meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wackiness with Valerie, Audrey, Lulu, Siewhoon &amp;amp; YuTing. Crazy &amp;amp; varied fun with my cousins. Chillax with Jean &amp;amp; company. Meet ups with Susanna, Marie, Curina, Lionel, Martin, Xinyi, Shihui &amp;amp; gang so that I conveniently don't miss anyone out since this is one of the biggest group I meet up with. Getting together with Rachel. Bitching &amp;amp; some outdoor fun with Jerome, Keith, Shermin, Meixing &amp;amp; Jasmine. Of course catching up with my brother. Possibly gathering with primary school mates. Maybe just hanging out with Kristelle if she's around since I haven't seen her in ages, &amp;amp; with Amy too. Of course there's Joseph &amp;amp; Aikhong too. And Bunny. So many people. The list never end. Well, it does, but it's just a figurative speech pattern you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another side note. I know this is going to sound crazy &amp;amp; narcissistic. But. I think I'm in love with my long hair (just after bunny &amp;amp; gaming &amp;amp; entertainment &amp;amp; gymnastics &amp;amp; sports in general). &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. It's getting a bit hard for me to part with it now. More so since bunny loves it too. Hmmm... What am I going to do with it when I'm back in Singapore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. And anticipating the 4E2 gathering too of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3153866538326420259?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3153866538326420259/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3153866538326420259' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3153866538326420259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3153866538326420259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-about-work-side-notes.html' title='All about work + side-notes'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2608065164124710877</id><published>2011-11-16T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:01:39.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoa. Why is blogger's new post's window in blue now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's been kind of still &amp;amp; stagnant lately. Morning - reveille. Drive to work. Work. Evening - trip back home. Night - dinners, showers, doing whatever. Life was a tad more happening &amp;amp; bustling when I'm studying. I'm not complaining-complaining. Just, something feels amiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today was a little different. Helped Clarisse with getting her boxes, then headed to university for some enrollment advice. I'm supposed to take 2 electives next year, but I'm going to do just one. Shall do a 4th year unit next year. Have it a little bit easier on myself during the fourth year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been chasing this anime, "Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood" lately. I think it's rather interesting. If one ignores the main storyline, the themes behind the show is interesting. Though it doesn't really explore it to the maximum, still, gives thoughts about moral ethics, rights &amp;amp; wrong, sacrifices &amp;amp; some others which I can't really think up of right now. So, been preoccupied with that lately. Had actually caused me heavy sleep loss, since I sleep at 0300 to 0400, then wake up at 0700 to 0730 for work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No idea what's next. Maybe watch SNSD's Phuket trip. Borrowed the set from my cousin, but hadn't even touched it yet. What a disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, I'd never expect myself to say this, but, can't wait to get back to Singapore now. Need to get some change in momentum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, maybe this feeling of "dragginess" is due to my camera being untouched for a long long time. It's quite saddening to know that. Or maybe it's because bunny is busy with exams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there's the option of playing Wii as well. Quite a few games I've yet to complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to self: Future shower area - have a ledge nearby so that I can sit on it and ponder about the meaning of life with the water hitting me. I like that feeling. The feeling of water droplets hitting me, it's quite soothing &amp;amp; relaxing to a certain extend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things to do before leaving Perth for Singapore. Wash the car. Clean up the house. Clean up the exterior grounds. Pack my room again. Complete game - Crystal Bearers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2608065164124710877?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2608065164124710877/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2608065164124710877' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2608065164124710877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2608065164124710877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/11/stagnant.html' title='Stagnant'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4021210506805840067</id><published>2011-11-01T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:25:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty. Semester's over. But also comes the next troubling phase. The after-semester part of enrolling in units and registering for classes. Annoyance much. Not to forget that I'm having 2 electives next year, and I'm still wondering what to take up. Been thinking of architecture or something to do with arts. But not too sure how it'll turn out. Have got to find my course coordinator to have a chat about this. What are the options for electives and what's the work load like next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, semester's over, what to do now? Cleaned up my room. Planning to finish up the upper levels by end this week. At least the bedrooms &amp;amp; staircase. Toilets, leaving it till the last day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been wanting to go surfing again now that semester's ended, but chances of me doing so, seems so slim. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;~ How I miss that feeling, to ride the waves... &lt;em&gt;Sigh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, nothing special happening for a while now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, besides the fact that I'm home alone, meaning lots of time to play games &amp;amp; rule the house &amp;amp; basically doing anything, everything I like &amp;amp; anytime too. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4021210506805840067?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4021210506805840067/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4021210506805840067' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4021210506805840067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4021210506805840067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/11/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-5339117376635794912</id><published>2011-10-19T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:09:28.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On &amp; Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went a bit of blog reading just now, when I had this sudden realization that blogging is actually a habit. I mean, I used to blog, quite often too, if I dare say. But even since the hiatus, my blog had just been traversing the vast universe of 1's and 0's. It isn't like I don't want to blog. I do, just that whenever I get started, I start thinking to myself, what the hell am I going to write? I tried recalling the big happenings in my life, but nothing much comes to mind. When that happens, I sort of just give up blogging for that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here I am again, blogging. Why? Mainly because I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get into the habit of blogging. Again. I think it's a good thing for me, 'cos then, my memories are all stored somewhere. Kind of like a pensive, you know? Maybe, one day, when I'm free, I'll start writing all of them down. In this manner, when the world really comes to an end, hopefully, people in the future or, even more hopefully, my successors will come to know what my life was like and pass on some stories. You know how unreliable the internet and technology are when the world comes to an end. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as I've kept repeating myself, my life's been really hectic. So how hectic is it exactly? Let's see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School on Monday, full day (Now, I know why Monday is usually considered the first day of the week).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday, it's mostly spent rushing my assignments. And once in a while, if I've got the time to spare, spending time with Bunny. Monday's for school, and finishing up the weekly assignment generated from the tutorials. Tuesday, school early in the morning, afternoon spent doing assignments and group meetings. Wednesday, school in the morning, and afternoon to evening is spent at work. Thursday's the same as Wednesday. Exactly the same. Friday - work. Saturday, initially it was work. But the assignments started piling. My grades were suffering. And I was basically surviving on 2 to 3 hours of sleep daily, eating fast foods or instant meals at 'inappropriate' time and getting cranky as well as getting forgetful and hard to focus at times. Wonders how an additional day of work could get me so rushed. So, Saturdays are now purely for assignments now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think I'm starting to get the hand of this again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's just hope it doesn't fade away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And another thing, am currently holding 2 jobs. And I've been thinking of quitting one already. It's all quite complicating actually. Haven't been in the line for long, and feel like quitting already. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... It's not that I hate it (doesn't mean I like it either), it's just a neutral feeling for it. That's not the main point though. The main point is that I'm feeling that I can't really commit to it. It sort of requires me to commit, and requiring to work as many days as I can. But I just can't. My course of study just don't allow that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like having, like, a, life with twists &amp;amp; turns. A spontaneous life where things spring up once in a while. Makes it exciting, you know. But having 3 of them together, or even 4, it just makes things difficult. You've got to deal with other things, while handling one or two. A great juggling act. And sad to say, I'm not a very good juggler of life. Fact of my life. I can only grit my teeth &amp;amp; deal my way through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end result? Lack of sleep. Hahaha. Good thing that I didn't join the Singapore Society here. Yet. I think. Else, I won't even need to sleep at all. I'll probably go, who needs sleep? Sleep is overrated. &lt;strong&gt;Yup&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, now that semester is over (waiting for one last paper to go), I'm going to catch up on my much needed sleep &amp;amp; get my life back in order again. I'm seeing an even busier third year now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, enough with my life's routine update. Am heading back to Singapore in less than 2 months. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's exciting. Can't wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. My hair is superbly long now. For a guy at least. And it feels so much of a shame to have it chopped off when I'm back in Singapore. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-5339117376635794912?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/5339117376635794912/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=5339117376635794912' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5339117376635794912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5339117376635794912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-off.html' title='On &amp; Off'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7297597749484290397</id><published>2011-09-14T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T03:36:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought I'd finally got a little more organized, suddenly, my life is in a mess again. Everything's everywhere and is a hectic mess right now. But I'm going to use this few days to set everything straight. At least that's what I'm hoping for at the very least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And. I'm so, so... so... tired now. But waiting for hair to dry. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7297597749484290397?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7297597749484290397/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7297597749484290397' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7297597749484290397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7297597749484290397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/09/mess.html' title='A Mess'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8335279422893120990</id><published>2011-08-22T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:13:59.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, so much time has passed, I'd forgot what I want to update about. Here's a few, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MA-_NWnHQM/TlIaNv8qdMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZDl7W9Xg9Jo/s1600/P1080069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MA-_NWnHQM/TlIaNv8qdMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZDl7W9Xg9Jo/s320/P1080069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643602106560181442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Surf's up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y53uEHNURpk/TlIbiUAtSMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KwablkxUBUQ/s1600/P1090542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y53uEHNURpk/TlIbiUAtSMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KwablkxUBUQ/s320/P1090542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643603559349831874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's sisters down under. Came here for a week, did stuff. Travelled. Ate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. In picture, my cousin, sister, sister, girlfriend. Yup. Girlfriend. Hee-hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, went game shopping with Vic. Got a few steals. Now, am pretty hooked on to it. Not good though. Especially with all the assignments that's going to march in next month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8335279422893120990?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8335279422893120990/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8335279422893120990' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8335279422893120990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8335279422893120990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-pictures-finally.html' title='Pictures. Finally.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-0MA-_NWnHQM/TlIaNv8qdMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZDl7W9Xg9Jo/s72-c/P1080069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-3425559145599497751</id><published>2011-08-13T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:48:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. So, instead of doing other '&lt;em&gt;wu wei bo wei&lt;/em&gt;' stuff, shall update &amp;amp; hopefully get myself back in the trek of blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First thing first, Year 2 Semester 2 seems like it's going to be helluva ride. In just a unit alone, there's like, 2 big projects coming up. And other units, quite a number of things to do too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's for academia matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the start of the semester, had actually worked for about 3 weeks. Glad I did so. Glad that I even had the chance to do so. Otherwise, I'll be a poor bloke when sisters actually came over. Besides, straight after the end of the first semester, had actually took a trip down south all the way to Augusta with a few pit stops along the way. That had took some money off me. Though not a lot 'cos my cousin pretty much paid for a lot of stuff. Felt bad, but there really wasn't much I could do 'bout it, since I'm not really in the position to help out. I still owe her the money for the wines bought at Luewin Estate. Nice place, nice wine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there's sisters coming over. Well, they being students, and being tourist students, I can understand the pain. Haha. So, tried to help here &amp;amp; there a bit. But kind of failed here &amp;amp; there a bit too. It was great having them over. Felt really really surreal when they were over. And the house got pretty lively too with their presence. Hope they enjoyed their stay. Wait. I'm pretty sure they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, well, this semester, I've made up my mind for real to be really really organised &amp;amp; prioritize. Otherwise, I won't be able to make it through the semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side-note: I &lt;strong&gt;really really&lt;/strong&gt; do hope I get to start working soon. I already have this cafe job at the zoo, but they've yet to inform me of my induction period &amp;amp; my roster. And I hope the pay is good. Not expecting those super good. But at least decently good. I need the freaking money. &lt;em&gt;"I want to be a billionaire, so fucking bad~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos of the trip down south, save it for the next post (hopefully). And photos of sisters coming over, saving it for the next post too (hopefully).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Ting Xuan came over to the West for 'bout a week or so too. With her friends, so met up a dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. Sleepies now. Updates later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3425559145599497751?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3425559145599497751/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3425559145599497751' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3425559145599497751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3425559145599497751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/08/update-i.html' title='Update I'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6442724837066274952</id><published>2011-08-04T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:31:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Hopefully) Re-Opening of Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wish I could continue blogging like I used to. Like sister does. But once I'd stopped, I'm finding kind of difficult to get started again. Then again, I was really kind of busy to even blog or rest or have a really good myself-me time then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep. Life's been hectic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not updating anything with this post. Just marking the start (hopefully) of me coming back to blogger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only updates? Sisters came and left for Singapore already. I'm feeling terribly sick. And... I don't know what else. Got a field trip tomorrow, so going to rest up early now. Considering that I'm sick as well. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good morning people. &lt;em&gt;*smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6442724837066274952?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6442724837066274952/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6442724837066274952' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6442724837066274952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6442724837066274952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/08/hopefully-re-opening-of-blog.html' title='The (Hopefully) Re-Opening of Blog.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1975300356579613424</id><published>2011-04-08T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:33:20.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended till further notice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, as you can see, my blog is going to be on hiatus till the end of semester. Or rather, after all my assignments are handed in, since I don't really have papers to sit for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too busy already. What with work, studies, &amp;amp; a little of free time well spent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm supposed to be working on my assignments now, trying to get them completed as I'm a little behind time. But it's not going very well for me. I've been stuck on the same piece the entire week. Wondering what's wrong with me. Seems like I've lost my drive or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, just to end this with a weird dream I just had. Yes, just had. Basically, what happened was that I got activated by the army. And we're supposed to be attending our briefing at this place called Buffet International something Hotel. I remembered the wordings for the location being italicised some more. I vaguely recalled the timing for the briefing was like, straight after my class. And the best part, it's all happening in Australia. &lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1975300356579613424?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1975300356579613424/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1975300356579613424' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1975300356579613424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1975300356579613424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/04/suspended-till-further-notice.html' title='Suspended till further notice.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2791492829470681755</id><published>2011-03-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:44:39.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. I think this is the longest break I'd ever had from my blog. So, just for the sake of keeping it updated, shall plant some words here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe I shall start with the habit of spelling out everything nice and proper. Maybe throw in a few bombastic words here and there as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... Life's been good so far. Felt like many things are happening. That, or it could be because I'm getting busy. Well, first thing first, shoot off straight to work after the next day I touched down. Meaning, I'd only 4hours of sleep. Awesome. But sometimes, I feel that I need moments like this to feel truly alive &amp;amp; like I'm doing something in life. Lazing around is nice, but I need that rush once in a while too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... School's doing alright, I guess? Workload has increased from last year. But I think I'm still managing, so not much of worries there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, I'm working this semester. Working meaning there's a steady flow of income. So, that's a good thing. Meaning, I don't have to worry about my financial issues. For now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Guess I'll leave things like this for now. Seriously. Working 2 days a week and studying on the other 3, leaving the remaining 2 for catching up &amp;amp; assignments. It's no joke. Serious time management required. And I'm quite thankful to my childhood for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2791492829470681755?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2791492829470681755/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2791492829470681755' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2791492829470681755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2791492829470681755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-management.html' title='Time Management'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7964493291594152899</id><published>2011-02-20T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:23:30.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the next time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p297279-Singapore-Departures_board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 474px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p297279-Singapore-Departures_board.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bye Singapore. Hello Perth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7964493291594152899?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7964493291594152899/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7964493291594152899' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7964493291594152899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7964493291594152899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/02/till-next-time.html' title='Till the next time.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6889145261979927046</id><published>2011-02-13T20:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:52:14.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a heart &amp; I'll break you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isE2FuY-CIQ/TVgU6ZZomII/AAAAAAAAAX0/SHU4Lw5WonQ/s1600/P1060899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isE2FuY-CIQ/TVgU6ZZomII/AAAAAAAAAX0/SHU4Lw5WonQ/s320/P1060899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573227532354361474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;On CNY Day 2.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the pictures of CNY can already be found on my Facebook, so I'm not bothering with putting them up here, 'cos it's gonna be quite a lot. And I'm glad I'm able to see my 2 nieces then. Super cute, the 2 of them. And well, CNY's CNY. Usual gatherings &amp;amp; the likes. Pity we couldn't do a full-family shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uls2KSAhKiM/TVgTFTUyEvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RWjfPi1CJgE/s1600/P1070147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uls2KSAhKiM/TVgTFTUyEvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RWjfPi1CJgE/s320/P1070147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573225520678703858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And seriously, this time round that I'm back, it's the most number of times I'd visited Starbucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSBzu0lmTXk/TVgTE_nR6vI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Yb3XZEJL6IM/s1600/P1070150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSBzu0lmTXk/TVgTE_nR6vI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Yb3XZEJL6IM/s320/P1070150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573225515387579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;And a drawing I did somewhere when I got itchy hands. I think I'm going to start a habit of drawing now. Get my skills back &amp;amp; hopefully upgrade it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CNY Day 4 or so. Went cycling with the cousins. Was when we all saw Andrea's other half for the first time, face to face too. Hahaha. I must say, though he looks like a small gangster, he turned out to be pretty okay. And surprisingly, we hung out together the whole day. Like, literally the whole day. From the morning, cycling, through to afternoon for a super long lunch. Then from there to one of the homes and through to the night. &lt;strong&gt;Awesomeness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0acbUIF8UJs/TVfV169PScI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bv86inqwDQ4/s1600/P1070046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0acbUIF8UJs/TVfV169PScI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bv86inqwDQ4/s320/P1070046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573158186230172098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Breakfast at Parkway Hawker. Porridge &amp;amp; raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_zFxvbdMCY/TVfV2erdnaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_kuhuIHwZzQ/s1600/P1070073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_zFxvbdMCY/TVfV2erdnaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_kuhuIHwZzQ/s320/P1070073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573158195819290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neko-chan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQHq-gNLPSo/TVfV3LASFkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uFC83zgrE5g/s1600/P1070081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQHq-gNLPSo/TVfV3LASFkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uFC83zgrE5g/s320/P1070081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573158207717774914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cousins ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66kcArktL0o/TVfZd7YCHDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XouNPtpYCR0/s1600/P1070117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66kcArktL0o/TVfZd7YCHDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XouNPtpYCR0/s320/P1070117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573162172072205362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group shot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ_qqLcETw8/TVfZdkStujI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7rvD_gCePqo/s1600/P1070116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ_qqLcETw8/TVfZdkStujI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7rvD_gCePqo/s320/P1070116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573162165875882546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group shot 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvNdCDgDcvg/TVfZc5FGplI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I04QeB7MKAg/s1600/P1070115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvNdCDgDcvg/TVfZc5FGplI/AAAAAAAAAXM/I04QeB7MKAg/s320/P1070115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573162154276070994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the whole day, I'd still venture out for a little while longer. To Changi Airport Terminal 3. Marie was heading off to Sydney that night, so went there to send her off. Reached Airport around 2230. Thought she might still be around, but who knew, she had already passed the customs and was at the departure lounge. Ultimate sian-ness? Not in my world. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turns out her gate was near the sky train platform. And so happened there to be a big piece of glass. So, we chatted for a while there. At first, were using phones to type the messages out &amp;amp; showing each other. Then moved to a nearby door so that we could actually hear each other talk. &lt;strong&gt;Epic&lt;/strong&gt;. It was like some epic movie/drama scene. Yup, so that's for my first extremely interesting send off ever. Pretty sure nothing could beat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7odTziw8W1w/TVfQdsODcaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/j_Vek-A5-bw/s1600/P1070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7odTziw8W1w/TVfQdsODcaI/AAAAAAAAAWM/j_Vek-A5-bw/s320/P1070156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573152272399167906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chocolate making. For Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wg6Sq-kELj8/TVfQdcv_FXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/u2VwCSWnBu4/s1600/P1070155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wg6Sq-kELj8/TVfQdcv_FXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/u2VwCSWnBu4/s320/P1070155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573152268246521202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the girls. Evidently, it's for their other halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atSHsFzRHLk/TVfSDACfsJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yxe0UAnT2yA/s1600/P1070172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atSHsFzRHLk/TVfSDACfsJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yxe0UAnT2yA/s320/P1070172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573154012886184082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilling in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcoSbM-OLw/TVfSDT6v8YI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WDwk11iZj9U/s1600/P1070181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcoSbM-OLw/TVfSDT6v8YI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WDwk11iZj9U/s320/P1070181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573154018222403970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end product. And playing around with my camera functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-bvLPh3d_c/TVfSC3NgALI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Htk6iGEczks/s1600/P1070188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-bvLPh3d_c/TVfSC3NgALI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Htk6iGEczks/s320/P1070188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573154010516422834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorting them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZVtCQsK7yY/TVfQeKUfS1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/V9YEncdnJhE/s1600/P1070166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZVtCQsK7yY/TVfQeKUfS1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/V9YEncdnJhE/s320/P1070166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573152280479222610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit of an experiment &amp;amp; play on the marshmallows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technically, I'm not allowed to be posting these photos up till the end of Valentine's. But I'm assuming, with great confidence, that their partners will never ever see this blog, ever, in their entire lifespan. So, yup. Had headed over to Sana's place on the Saturday to make chocolates. And with thanks to Vic, my cousin, had somewhat a little experience in doing such stuff now. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diJ7XCQ_oHE/TVgY8kRvblI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qTKYHPd-AvI/s1600/P1070026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diJ7XCQ_oHE/TVgY8kRvblI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qTKYHPd-AvI/s320/P1070026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573231967680294482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Doing CNY visit at Yvonne's place.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... what now? I've no idea really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just keep drawing I guess. And playing games. Keeps me busy. Keeps from thinking about other stuff. Stuff probably unrelated to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6889145261979927046?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6889145261979927046/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6889145261979927046' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6889145261979927046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6889145261979927046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/02/break-heart-ill-break-you.html' title='Break a heart &amp; I&apos;ll break you.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-isE2FuY-CIQ/TVgU6ZZomII/AAAAAAAAAX0/SHU4Lw5WonQ/s72-c/P1060899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-2137935861378284667</id><published>2011-02-09T06:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:03:20.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;It’s late now&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Go to dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds on walls&lt;br /&gt;And blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Mommy’s sun,&lt;br /&gt;her moon, her stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me run&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles&lt;br /&gt;Well they make my day&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know it yet&lt;br /&gt;But you’re everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little song – well&lt;br /&gt;It’s for you&lt;br /&gt;These lovely years&lt;br /&gt;here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me run&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me run&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to live&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2137935861378284667?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2137935861378284667/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2137935861378284667' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2137935861378284667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2137935861378284667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/02/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4807454741778000639</id><published>2011-02-02T15:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:14:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, cum-cum. The ham are here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snippets of words with photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUyn2j81I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R6L54dt8bTc/s1600/P1060517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUyn2j81I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R6L54dt8bTc/s320/P1060517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569005274144174930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chun-lians&lt;/em&gt; that I wrote for the school when I went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUy5DB_hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DyUPyNQzj6s/s1600/P1060519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUy5DB_hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DyUPyNQzj6s/s320/P1060519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569005278759878162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day I met up with Hen &amp;amp; Bong. &lt;em&gt;Yu-pian mi-fen&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; a walk to NEX.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Hen, I know I'd said that I wanted to return to Zhonghua for a while on CNY eve. But then timing wise, I don't think I can rush it. So much for a reunion lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picnic at Barrage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, I think it really is a wonderful turn of events in the last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHGApQpI/AAAAAAAAATI/XumBnGxyn9I/s1600/P1060553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHGApQpI/AAAAAAAAATI/XumBnGxyn9I/s320/P1060553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568990232674124434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkBxbNdorI/AAAAAAAAASw/tqtgJGip5YY/s1600/P1060543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkBxbNdorI/AAAAAAAAASw/tqtgJGip5YY/s320/P1060543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568984362849772210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Joseph realised that all 3 of us were somehow, wearing the same color. Top, bottom, foot-wear type. What pleasant &amp;amp; hilarious coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkByOONFBI/AAAAAAAAATA/cBjTHCcNeOM/s1600/P1060550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkByOONFBI/AAAAAAAAATA/cBjTHCcNeOM/s320/P1060550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568984376543089682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkBx7MFWhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gT9OSFyLinQ/s1600/P1060549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkBx7MFWhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gT9OSFyLinQ/s320/P1060549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568984371433921042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHr_hdPI/AAAAAAAAATY/xpjglBjO_A8/s1600/P1060559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHr_hdPI/AAAAAAAAATY/xpjglBjO_A8/s320/P1060559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568990242869966066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey Cherry Tomatoes that were oh-so-sweetly-yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHaitD9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xrEhphpFHRE/s1600/P1060555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkHHaitD9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xrEhphpFHRE/s320/P1060555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568990238185689042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkIeAaeXTI/AAAAAAAAATg/_4OpZ_CXrEQ/s1600/P1060574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkIeAaeXTI/AAAAAAAAATg/_4OpZ_CXrEQ/s320/P1060574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568991725820468530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the fun, joy &amp;amp; laughters.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;280111.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;290111. Andrea's Salsa band concert - Salsa Masala. Sounds like some malay dish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQcSJ2lDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vWKeqYqW7Wo/s1600/P1060604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQcSJ2lDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vWKeqYqW7Wo/s320/P1060604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569000492315874354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;"And I'm your emcee for the night, Andrea Tang~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK5Y_cu9I/AAAAAAAAATo/rFntyYKszJw/s1600/P1060613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK5Y_cu9I/AAAAAAAAATo/rFntyYKszJw/s320/P1060613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568994395297725394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dhoby Ghaut Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK5lhyLJI/AAAAAAAAATw/P3MHWOxmjr8/s1600/P1060637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK5lhyLJI/AAAAAAAAATw/P3MHWOxmjr8/s320/P1060637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568994398662962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After braving the rain to the end of the performance. A cousins shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK6JK6YmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MBwxKN8R6iI/s1600/P1060643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkK6JK6YmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MBwxKN8R6iI/s320/P1060643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568994408230707810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for someone who abandoned us at the end, we had yogurt. Pretty good. But no gummy bears with the chocolate one. Makes the chocolate tastes bitter.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;300111. Sunday Brunch with the ODAC at Canopy. Nice place to chillax. Food might be a bit on the higher end, but at least I find it still okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNWgMGRwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5_AVQU2OB6M/s1600/P1060644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNWgMGRwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5_AVQU2OB6M/s320/P1060644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568997094469289730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Attendees:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNXOoOXHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/68pfY4IzFg8/s1600/P1060650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNXOoOXHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/68pfY4IzFg8/s320/P1060650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568997106935290994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNXWPgyAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DJ27WH6fc7Q/s1600/P1060651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkNXWPgyAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DJ27WH6fc7Q/s320/P1060651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568997108979124226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQbqhfrqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/t9qCQyWWmMU/s1600/P1060652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQbqhfrqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/t9qCQyWWmMU/s320/P1060652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569000481677618850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQcNk5H8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/HZhdXljpx9M/s1600/P1060655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkQcNk5H8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/HZhdXljpx9M/s320/P1060655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569000491087110082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mocha drink.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;010211. Spent spring cleaning house. Somewhat done over the last week too. A bit here &amp;amp; there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVT86ibI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jQe97QiO6Jg/s1600/P1060667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVT86ibI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jQe97QiO6Jg/s320/P1060667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569002571562650034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The light which took me at least 1hour to clean. And it's just one freaking lamp. I've got 2 of these at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVER4qZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LvV5Cy64HOg/s1600/P1060666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVER4qZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LvV5Cy64HOg/s320/P1060666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569002567355640210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But at least it looks quite chio. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVheEREI/AAAAAAAAAVA/duXDeov54vk/s1600/P1060670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkSVheEREI/AAAAAAAAAVA/duXDeov54vk/s320/P1060670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569002575191360578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm breeding a dinosaur outside my house.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;020211. Reunion Lunch at this place beside Yio Chu Kang Stadium. Sakura International Restaurant I think it was called.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkTijr4quI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9VbGjKtF7h4/s1600/P1060682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkTijr4quI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9VbGjKtF7h4/s320/P1060682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569003898636118754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oyster shot. I found out 3 extremely cool &amp;amp; neat function of my camera. Now, I can better exploit my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkTi94WDXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KjeOsXQR9zM/s1600/P1060686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkTi94WDXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KjeOsXQR9zM/s320/P1060686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569003905667698034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the process of testing one of the functions.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Early hours of 020211.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly activated by Joseph &amp;amp; AikHong at like, approximately 03330 hours. But I guess it was some time well spent with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUzY_EzLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/84nSgKOlM88/s1600/P1060673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUzY_EzLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/84nSgKOlM88/s320/P1060673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569005287333219506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hop on over to the Boardwalk at the reservoir at the end of Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkVoWAgI2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/LtlqKL_vHP4/s1600/P1060676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkVoWAgI2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/LtlqKL_vHP4/s320/P1060676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569006197066965858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast at Khatib's Mac with Aikhong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it was an eventful 2010. What happened, happened, and couldn't have happened in any other way simply because it happened. And I believed it all happened because it has to happen. So, well, though there were many other spectrum of complex psychophysiological experience, I really am glad for it all ultimately. So, here's to regrets, disappointment, annoyance, irritation, hatred, doubts &amp;amp; my favorite: Wrath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4807454741778000639?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4807454741778000639/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4807454741778000639' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4807454741778000639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4807454741778000639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-cum-cum-ham-are-heree.html' title='Come, cum-cum. The ham are here.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TUkUyn2j81I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R6L54dt8bTc/s72-c/P1060517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7674481684144310278</id><published>2011-01-23T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:23:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month left. That's fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXaJjWAoI/AAAAAAAAASo/w17GHskekY0/s1600/P1060391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXaJjWAoI/AAAAAAAAASo/w17GHskekY0/s320/P1060391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565278608787112578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;SAFTI Tower. Damn I miss that place. The honor, the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXZ_5dedI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZoUeQ_Dm2sQ/s1600/P1060327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXZ_5dedI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZoUeQ_Dm2sQ/s320/P1060327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565278606195522002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dragon Kiln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXZsFw06I/AAAAAAAAASY/QPST4DDQ3OY/s1600/P1060304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXZsFw06I/AAAAAAAAASY/QPST4DDQ3OY/s320/P1060304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565278600878412706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kampong Buangkok.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the photos aren't exactly in order of events occurring. Anyway, the 3 above were from 190111. Basically, me &amp;amp; my brother rented a car out for the day. Namely went to Rochester Drive, Holland V for dinner, Dragon Kiln, Kampong Buangkok. And I really don't like to drive around the central district. Stressful place to drive in. More so when I don't know the roads at all. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Geyland Tau Huay Club. Or the Geylang 6. Met up for dinner at Chomp Chomp on 200111, which Mark failed to attend. Headed for this dessert place. They had awesome durian mousse there. And I just love the models there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKf6aJQ0I/AAAAAAAAARw/f4vvM-YKWqE/s1600/P1060489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKf6aJQ0I/AAAAAAAAARw/f4vvM-YKWqE/s320/P1060489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565264414150050626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The models. They had quite a lot there. Old school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKfkalfFI/AAAAAAAAARo/9_5vAV24oR4/s1600/P1060467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKfkalfFI/AAAAAAAAARo/9_5vAV24oR4/s320/P1060467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565264408246320210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the dessert place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKgONooBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AVttVLJz4Y0/s1600/P1060495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvKgONooBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AVttVLJz4Y0/s320/P1060495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565264419466289170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for a drink at Liquid Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQBk99aJI/AAAAAAAAASI/MTdvw-Gz_3Q/s1600/P1060502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQBk99aJI/AAAAAAAAASI/MTdvw-Gz_3Q/s320/P1060502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565270490068379794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Universal Studios. Though I did not enter. Thus, no me in the picture. Wait till next year huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQBZ4TP2I/AAAAAAAAASA/-LU9KPWvTk4/s1600/P1060497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQBZ4TP2I/AAAAAAAAASA/-LU9KPWvTk4/s320/P1060497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565270487091855202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Forum. Seriously, for a solely tourist-sy place, they can't come out with a more interesting or creative name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQB1BA5aI/AAAAAAAAASQ/h24nllhcVmc/s1600/P1060506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvQB1BA5aI/AAAAAAAAASQ/h24nllhcVmc/s320/P1060506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565270494376158626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some cave area.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;210111. The last photo was quite interesting. We were actually venturing around, searching for a restroom or the tram out of the place. But we could find neither. Found a toilet, but think it was closed off. And the tram? It was an ultimate fail. We were literally wandering around for half an hour or even more before we even managed to find our way out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yeah, we were wandering around when we chanced upon this place. Both sisters were exclaiming how pretty a place it was. Erm... Me too. But not pretty-pretty per se. More like, pretty-cool. &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Nevermind. Pretty-pretty will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a nice place. Different mood, feel, vibe. Feels like being overseas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realised, that the photos are actually in order. Haha. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7674481684144310278?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7674481684144310278/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7674481684144310278' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7674481684144310278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7674481684144310278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-month-left-thats-fast.html' title='1 month left. That&apos;s fast.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTvXaJjWAoI/AAAAAAAAASo/w17GHskekY0/s72-c/P1060391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-49939598552850934</id><published>2011-01-17T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:06:52.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This little light of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2370055374_ef1e9f70e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2370055374_ef1e9f70e0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's Life? What does Life means to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me, it's Living through it, experiencing things the World can throw at you. Going through the whole palette of emotions. Going through the highs &amp;amp; the lows. Experiencing weird &amp;amp; phenomenal things and calling them magic. Life's like a game with no save points &amp;amp; retries? But hey, I'm only 21, turning 22 years old this year. Who am I to say &amp;amp; judge all these magic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://castorel.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 267px;" src="http://castorel.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only life was as simple as what is portrayed in pictures. I seriously don't like complicated stuff. But, I guess, sometimes, one just needs to make things much more complicated than it seems in order to survive, make peace, get out of shit. But that's the equivalent of excuses. Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does things get so much more complex at a certain point in life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I feel that the perspective of life/kinship is changing from last generation to this generation. That, or people start to change once they reach a certain age, deemed the previous generation. Yes, that's euphemism for getting old, but no offense to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it correct of me to assume that people's view of an issue is heavily dependent on their values &amp;amp; beliefs? If this is true, then who teaches or imparts these values &amp;amp; principles? Obvious answer would be parents, no? If that is so, then how is it that the values &amp;amp; beliefs differ from one generation to the next? Of course, this is just a slippery-slope-like train of thought, but there are obvious reasons as to why parents are referred here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, some says, that the generation today has no 'heart'. This is with relation to families &amp;amp; relatives. And as such, the previous generation gets upset with the current one, complains, argue, fall out. Dangerous aye? Also the matter that to us, current generations, friends are more important than blood ties. If that were so, then what of the saying that blood is thicker than water they use at times. Especially at times advising us against certain socially-unacceptable friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I have to agree that perhaps, the family unit is not placed so high up as compared to in the past. And I agree that blood ties are important. But I guess that is as far as I would agree with them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at today's society, I would say that the family unit would certainly be less regarded as compared to the past. Simply because households are getting smaller &amp;amp; smaller. Why, the number of cousins one have could easily equate the number of siblings the parents have (or not, but I'm just exaggerating a trend here). So, what I'm trying to say is that it is quite possible in today's society, that friends becomes families in some situation. More so when they see each other everyday. Be it schooling students or working colleagues. Usually, students are the one, since workplace isn't the most conducive for friendship sometimes, what with the office politics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that doesn't necessarily mean that the blood ties aren't important to us anymore. It's just that, it's harder for us to actually go do something. More so when the kins aren't staying nearby, don't see each other much due to clashing schedule. And it's not like the most comfortable feeling to just warm up seats &amp;amp; then leave the place, and which involves a significant amount of time spent traveling. Naturally, this would usually mean that one goes over to visit only if there's an objective, is that right? Then again, that does seem a little superficial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does then one let others know that they are not forgotten &amp;amp; the likes. That, I've no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to values &amp;amp; principles, I guess at a young age, there's no such things. But our actions would mostly be governed from our parents. And peers, which carries on through to the later parts of schooling days. Guess parents are playing less &amp;amp; less of a part in governing the child? More so with things like computers, internet, gaming consoles, mass media, etc. Oh the devil. This is making my head going in circles. Shall stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ascocarhire.com/images/afroadsigns/life_after_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.ascocarhire.com/images/afroadsigns/life_after_death.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; this picture.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Saturday was the Primary School gathering. I wouldn't say it's a total fail. Just that, the deciding of locations &amp;amp; such stuff was quite a fail. In all, 8 people went, including me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDRUMHapI/AAAAAAAAARg/e80OkJr5hks/s1600/P1060267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDRUMHapI/AAAAAAAAARg/e80OkJr5hks/s320/P1060267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563215773209946770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was this band playing today, supposedly called The Good Fellas/Fellows(?), if I'm not wrong. And in my opinion, they were pretty good. I would give them a, not your average DIY-get-together-garage-band type of band. Nice vocals, good rhythm. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDQ4LariI/AAAAAAAAARY/gfPaNV8IVGw/s1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDQ4LariI/AAAAAAAAARY/gfPaNV8IVGw/s320/00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563215765690822178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 8 of us. There were 4 caucasians sitting at the back, on higher grounds. They decided they would participate in our group photo as well. Haha. I find that there's a tendency that young, male, caucasians like to do such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDQV49XBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mIBFC918oY4/s1600/P1060260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTSDQV49XBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mIBFC918oY4/s320/P1060260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563215756486597650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the night was whiled away at Timbre Substation. Good choice of Timbre for the night I say, 'cos of the band. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty then. That's all folks. Back to watching Bones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-49939598552850934?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/49939598552850934/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=49939598552850934' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/49939598552850934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/49939598552850934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-little-light-of-mine.html' title='This little light of mine.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2370055374_ef1e9f70e0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-744367573859785435</id><published>2011-01-15T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:04:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mentioned that I'd been bumping into people since I came back? Haha. Like, I'd bumped into Chern Hui, Soon Kuey &amp;amp; Kit Hoong (this was more like a group of us) on the clubbing night. Literally bumped into Nina the night I was out with ODAC. And gosh, she looks cute. Hahaha. Then there was Zhihan when I went for ice-cream with AikHong &amp;amp; Joseph. Oh, there was Dinih too, when on the way back from KBox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first time I'd actually bumped into so many people in a matter of days. Pretty amazing to me. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, after the night of clubbing, &amp;amp; 4hours of rest/sleep. Headed out again, meeting the same group of people. Hah. Stadium was a nice train station. Lunched at this ulu-pandang shopping mall, Kallang Leisure Centre or something like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our initial idea was to go ice-skating. But there was stuff going on &amp;amp; it wasn't worth the full 2hours that we had to pay for. Ended up in KBox instead. And damn, was it a bargain. Only S$6 for the hours spent in there. And it was hilarious in there too. Hong Kit &amp;amp; Sista went on with their oldies songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXN3_B_2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-Xg7j7mbGO0/s1600/P1060199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXN3_B_2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-Xg7j7mbGO0/s320/P1060199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562322910657511266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nice train station: Stadium. A bit Tomb Raider feel. It's just lacking the old &amp;amp; ruined touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXNgUgLfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9XFYbIUKpYc/s1600/P1060211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXNgUgLfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9XFYbIUKpYc/s320/P1060211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562322904305118706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the KBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXNcQCAHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wQeS9RL9XHE/s1600/P1060212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXNcQCAHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wQeS9RL9XHE/s320/P1060212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562322903212621938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the KBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFUDPtteBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2BxWs6jIiaw/s1600/P1060216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFUDPtteBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2BxWs6jIiaw/s320/P1060216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562319429513869330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't realise my camera lens was fogging up due to condensation. But interesting  results it gave nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFWHvZT4fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gS4ruQHyrBM/s1600/P1060218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFWHvZT4fI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gS4ruQHyrBM/s320/P1060218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562321705760973298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had thought something was wrong with my camera, so took another shot. Then found out it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFUCbMx_4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZflHWk_zO0g/s1600/P1060219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFUCbMx_4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZflHWk_zO0g/s320/P1060219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562319415417110402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, marking our territory by settling down in a random spot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After KBox, and much laziness to decide, the move was to head over to me place &amp;amp; mahjong. I think it was amazing that all 5 of us managed to squeeze into that small room of my brother. Not to forget that they were actually playing mahjong in there. Magic Room. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday night, headed out again. It was dinner with Joseph &amp;amp; AikHong this time round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before meeting them, I had to travel. And the jam there was like oh-my-fucking-god. I believed I was on the road for approximately an hour &amp;amp; a half or more. So sorry AikHong &amp;amp; Joseph for being miserably late. I really didn't expect the jam to be that bad. That, and that the bus was super slow in arriving at my boarding stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, dined, walked, deliberate &amp;amp; headed over to Udders. That's where I saw Zhihan. Amazing. Anyway, chatted late into the night with the pair of them over ice-cream. Words of the soul were spilled. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coffee with Joseph into the morning after parting ways with AikHong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhHRu2JlI/AAAAAAAAARI/fansuo-UaX4/s1600/P1060221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhHRu2JlI/AAAAAAAAARI/fansuo-UaX4/s320/P1060221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562333792426141266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's a lemon according to Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhG9_wrSI/AAAAAAAAARA/tb_9RbiAS88/s1600/P1060231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhG9_wrSI/AAAAAAAAARA/tb_9RbiAS88/s320/P1060231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562333787128376610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AikHong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhGfBg7fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mLWlK-OtVz0/s1600/P1060232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFhGfBg7fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mLWlK-OtVz0/s320/P1060232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562333778814234098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFft2_B8eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A-fixynbI54/s1600/P1060236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFft2_B8eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/A-fixynbI54/s320/P1060236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562332256237908450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bedok had this HDB flats area, where there's actually a pond! First time seeing such stuff around HDB area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFftrST86I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_kgd_UrM3N0/s1600/P1060250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFftrST86I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_kgd_UrM3N0/s320/P1060250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562332253097554850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24 hours Starbucks joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFftf2IX8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/WwrT50T5Mew/s1600/P1060251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFftf2IX8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/WwrT50T5Mew/s320/P1060251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562332250026565570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On other matters, I'd never thought I'll have to deal with matters such as this. Ugly, unpleasant matters. But after a few words, makes me wonder about relationships, ties, friendships, families, and one self. Maybe playing the bad guy ain't so bad. Might be interesting. A good change of rhythm after so many years of being a good guy. Erm... Okay, highly doubtful of the good guy part. But, in layman's, would be something like that. Well, looking forward to how things are going to play out. Would hate to lose the intangible. But if things were to turn out that way, I don't have much of a say already, would I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and mum's starting to complain about me going out all the time already. Hahaha. Knew something like this would happen. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-744367573859785435?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/744367573859785435/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=744367573859785435' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/744367573859785435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/744367573859785435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-ups.html' title='Meet Ups.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TTFXN3_B_2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-Xg7j7mbGO0/s72-c/P1060199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1363906898745468486</id><published>2011-01-13T06:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:40:39.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty. Too many things a happening since I came back to Singapore. Shall let the photos do most of the talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4u0HjIhlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7z0768VjWY/s1600/P1050904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4u0HjIhlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7z0768VjWY/s320/P1050904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561434062763624018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;040111. Airport Evac. Resulting in an hour's delay on my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4uzlt2LBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yDkASRTBBUg/s1600/P1050903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4uzlt2LBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yDkASRTBBUg/s320/P1050903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561434053681753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was so hot, a water truck just had to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4u0TzcfVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AXH2q2kGZj4/s1600/P1050906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4u0TzcfVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AXH2q2kGZj4/s320/P1050906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561434066053266770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least the sky was beautiful. Hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night of 040111. Met up with Jo for prata. 050111. Met up with Jo &amp;amp; AikHong for lunch. Sadly, no photos were taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40Na6k2tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ANKAZsOD0DY/s1600/P1050992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40Na6k2tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ANKAZsOD0DY/s320/P1050992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439995017091794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;060111. Met up with Rachel. Headed over to NEX, where both of us are newbies to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40MyyOMaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/azGIfWxdmFo/s1600/P1050999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40MyyOMaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/azGIfWxdmFo/s320/P1050999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439984244634018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rendezvous with Valerie, Jean &amp;amp; Hong Kit for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40MkDXTqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x3WUa8RCVZQ/s1600/P1060001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS40MkDXTqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x3WUa8RCVZQ/s320/P1060001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439980290002594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd dinner venue - Chomp Chomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v7EP9uOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oIFD1jpKPUA/s1600/P1060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v7EP9uOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oIFD1jpKPUA/s320/P1060004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561435281648629986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;070111. Out with Valerie, Jean, Yiling &amp;amp; Hong Kit. Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v6jLiU3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ewFOhX0RVNU/s1600/P1060037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v6jLiU3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ewFOhX0RVNU/s320/P1060037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561435272771687282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v4-636LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FjZ3ClRkI1s/s1600/P1060043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4v4-636LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FjZ3ClRkI1s/s320/P1060043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561435245858252978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, decided on prawning at night.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night of 080111. Dinner with Papa &amp;amp; Mama. Supper affair with the Geylang 6, minus 1, the rubber ducky. 090111. Dined with Susanna, ShiHui, Xinyi, Lionel &amp;amp; Martin at NEX. A simple dinner affair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xvKvLWTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AhPE7D7IP_Q/s1600/P1060070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xvKvLWTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AhPE7D7IP_Q/s320/P1060070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561437276254984498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;100111. Despite the looks, this was dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xu8zvjWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GSQfq8STJ98/s1600/P1060067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xu8zvjWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GSQfq8STJ98/s320/P1060067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561437272516037986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting up with the ODAC clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xuhkgzKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bpwZmI2lwtc/s1600/P1060092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4xuhkgzKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bpwZmI2lwtc/s320/P1060092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561437265204399266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinks afterwards till late. Actually met Nina on the way out. Heheh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;110111. A day's tour of Chinatown &amp;amp; Bugis with Gen. Good lunch &amp;amp; snacks along the way. Was feeling tired &amp;amp; sleepy though. Mostly due to the lack of sleep as lights out wasn't till 0300 hours. But it was a day excellently spent. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS43RQrQ4QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q7uigLrXcz4/s1600/P1060122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS43RQrQ4QI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q7uigLrXcz4/s320/P1060122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561443359522873602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;120111. Sending Jasmine off to Shanghai for her work attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS43RAjdu7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LHjFwwULshU/s1600/P1060123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS43RAjdu7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LHjFwwULshU/s320/P1060123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561443355195194290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no! Where's the one photo with Meixing in it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44R_zQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/laXx65_Phog/s1600/P1060131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44R_zQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/laXx65_Phog/s320/P1060131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561444471684521218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night of 120111. Attempt to get into the mood (&amp;amp; drunk for someone) before heading into the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44RoVfujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6zdyHGjLfK4/s1600/P1060173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44RoVfujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6zdyHGjLfK4/s320/P1060173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561444465385650738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can find me in a club, bottle full of bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44RdDYF2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SyK9uhpXm9U/s1600/P1060185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TS44RdDYF2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SyK9uhpXm9U/s320/P1060185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561444462356862818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-club. Everyone survived!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of status updates. Evidently, I haven't stop for a single day since I came back. Expecting parents to start complaining about it. It's just a matter of time. Hahaha. Unfilial if you call it, but, doesn't bother me that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, I am just back from the club. Showered &amp;amp; have yet to catch a wink. Just wanted to update a little before I head off to bed, for fear of losing the feel for blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the list of activities ain't ending. In a matter of hours, I'll be heading out again. Hahaha. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just want to say that I'm really glad, elated &amp;amp; thankful that I have such great friends. All of whom I'd met over the course of the week. Be it the ODAC clique or the secondary school mates, you guys are always great fun to hang out &amp;amp; chill around with. Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the night ODAC went drinking. Gosh. Hilarious night. ABC-XYZ. Stuff that we just went on talking &amp;amp; talking about. Great night spent. Pity that Jasmine had to head over to Shanghai so soon, otherwise, more fun filled in for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Valerie's first time clubbing. What a night! I knew her alcohol tolerance was low. But. It was really unexpectedly low. &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry sista. I'm not looking down on you, seriously! Just making a mental note to self. Jean, or Irresponsible Young Punk (IRYP), too. I thought she was a good drinker. Hahahaha. Well, well, looks like I was wrong. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... Guess I should stop now. Otherwise, I might really not be able to wake up in time for later on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1363906898745468486?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1363906898745468486/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1363906898745468486' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1363906898745468486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1363906898745468486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in Singapore.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/TS4u0HjIhlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7z0768VjWY/s72-c/P1050904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7460644099322069565</id><published>2011-01-02T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:08:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. What a way to countdown to the New Year. Playing Resident Evil 4: Wii Edition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the majority of New Year Day spent rushing through the game. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, New Year's Eve, headed out to Victoria Park for a test of some Mexican food. Good food. Kind of like party food. Think it's a nice place for gathering of friends. But just a tad pricey, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within the week, had went to Yanchep National Park with my cousin as well. Photos some other time. But I say... Erm... Quite an okay place to go to, I suppose, if one wants to get an easy contact with nature herself... Other than that... Not too sure. They had this super long trail though. Had wanted to test it out, but then wasn't in the proper gear, furthermore, there wasn't enough time for us to do so. So, some other time then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehhh... That should be about it for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now that it's barely 2 days away, can't wait to get back to my sunny little island. Muahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7460644099322069565?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7460644099322069565/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7460644099322069565' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7460644099322069565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7460644099322069565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1932147986332409615</id><published>2010-12-25T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:22:52.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's the festive season of Christmas again. And instead of being outside, with friends &amp;amp; such. I'm being baked away in the house at 40℃.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TRWmA0Rp9GI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1fuqysV6SqU/s1600/P1050593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TRWmA0Rp9GI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1fuqysV6SqU/s320/P1050593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554528248394282082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TRWmAhEEeGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7ppKjhL_Ec/s1600/P1050592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TRWmAhEEeGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/N7ppKjhL_Ec/s320/P1050592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554528243237025890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe I should consider being back for Christmas next year. Mainly 'cos it's the time of the year where you spend it mostly with your friends &amp;amp; such. At least for me. As oppose to Chinese New Year, where it's mostly spent meeting up with families/relatives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's only 10 more days before I'm on my way back to Singapore. Kind of excited by it, since I'd never been away from my country for so long. Longest being a month. Guess I start my packing now. Shan't leave it for the last minute in case of mishaps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66CC00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; then. &lt;span style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question. Why is green &amp;amp; red colors seen as the Christmas colors? Hmph. And it was a pain doing the colors. Not that I had anything better to do though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I'm looking forward to Boxing Day. Heard that there's going to be a sale going on at this game shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1932147986332409615?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1932147986332409615/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1932147986332409615' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1932147986332409615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1932147986332409615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TRWmA0Rp9GI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1fuqysV6SqU/s72-c/P1050593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-8072330191392879763</id><published>2010-12-23T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:04:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Ultimatium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-26616647.jpg?size=67&amp;uid=ec33c17c-c5de-47d2-9437-4a881004ed8d&amp;uniqID=7519a75e-8d7c-4687-af95-551fc857f9ef"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-26616647.jpg?size=67&amp;uid=ec33c17c-c5de-47d2-9437-4a881004ed8d&amp;uniqID=7519a75e-8d7c-4687-af95-551fc857f9ef" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how many times my posts had been titled "Bored". Quite a number of times though, I believed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But. This time round, it's like the mother of all boredom. Oh my devil...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So. Bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously need to find something and do before I really just rot &amp;amp; die...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh... The agony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note. Had completed Call of Duty: World at War (yes, it's an old game) on Wii 2 times. And... Pizza dinner tomorrow. Going to a friend's place for dinner the day after. And, don't want to think about next week. I'll spontaneously combustion &amp;amp; then die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8072330191392879763?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8072330191392879763/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8072330191392879763' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8072330191392879763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8072330191392879763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/bored-ultimatium.html' title='Bored Ultimatium.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7020766481690133406</id><published>2010-12-23T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:12:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomb Raider.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/19507/1650876-jan2011_cover_b_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 265.5px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/19507/1650876-jan2011_cover_b_super.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh the devil&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait for the trailer to be out. And then the game to be out. &lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Egg&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Cite&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But sadly, I won't have a platform to play the game while I'm in Australia. Will just have to wait till I get back to Singapore again to actually play the game. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7020766481690133406?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7020766481690133406/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7020766481690133406' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7020766481690133406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7020766481690133406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomb-raider.html' title='Tomb Raider.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-965605217519731976</id><published>2010-12-16T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:57:46.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitresses are hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up around 1000++ hours. Did the laundry. Lunched halfway through laundry. Slacked. And dined in the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was wanting to at least clean a bit of the 2nd floor today. But then got a &lt;strike&gt;tad&lt;/strike&gt; too lazy for that. So, just lazed around the whole day. Sometimes, I wonder what's wrong with the bugs here. It's like, I can kill a mosquito with just my thumb, and kill houseflies with my bare hands. Feats which are nearly impossible to accomplish in Singapore. If only such stuff were that easy to kill back there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, been discussing with Jolene about the primary school gathering that's been planning-in-process since forever. I hope everything goes well &amp;amp; that the folks will still be able to talk to each other again. And not some awkward silence through the night. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Northbridge for dinner tonight. And the place is kind of like a nice place at night. To chill and such. Erm... Scratch that. Just the plaza area itself. Where they had this big screen in the open, and a grass patch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4aEkQouI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gpGihrcwDzc/s1600/P1050457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4aEkQouI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gpGihrcwDzc/s320/P1050457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550959667520250594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Supreme Pizza (that's the name on the menu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4aRAynYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sbtHT_1Z-pI/s1600/P1050462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4aRAynYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sbtHT_1Z-pI/s320/P1050462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550959670861143426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4Z3oqJyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PLLoLMpPL6c/s1600/P1050455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4Z3oqJyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PLLoLMpPL6c/s320/P1050455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550959664049039138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo sneaked&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, I'm starting to think that I'm having a thing for waitresses. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, it's like, at a cafe/restaurant, I'll notice the waitresses instead of other patrons, which would usually be the case. And yes, I do think so that the waitress in the photo above do look a few years ago than me. But hey, at least she looks not bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Am feeling so sleepy now. Was thinking of waking up slightly earlier tomorrow &amp;amp; go for a jog or something. But the chances of it happening are beginning to diminish. How sad. Need to lose some of the extra blubber that I'd gained in the duration of my stay here in Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, guess I'm going to start my countdown to Singapore soon. Such that it's a constant reminder to myself to get packing. That, and also meeting up with the mates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How 'em scurvy mates be doing huh, me wonders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-965605217519731976?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/965605217519731976/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=965605217519731976' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/965605217519731976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/965605217519731976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/waitresses-are-hot.html' title='Waitresses are hot.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQj4aEkQouI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gpGihrcwDzc/s72-c/P1050457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1762687368288842961</id><published>2010-12-12T18:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:20:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't believed I had mentioned one of the jobs I managed to get. But I'd quit after a single day of work. It's not worth killing my back for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj-UFioBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Sj73gkmjcFo/s1600/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj-UFioBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Sj73gkmjcFo/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740931766460434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's the environment I worked in. New district, new neighbourhood, new buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj-7Z6UPI/AAAAAAAAANc/yDp79APmExg/s1600/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj-7Z6UPI/AAAAAAAAANc/yDp79APmExg/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740942320881906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house I was working on. This is only the inside.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, basically, I worked there as a cement mixer. Mixing &amp;amp; just mixing cement all day long. And wheelbarrow it into the house for the plasterers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjGH2nTrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B35aig3q6kI/s1600/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjGH2nTrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B35aig3q6kI/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549739966409952946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's the pile of sand I was working with. I was done with half the pile at the end of the day. Felt so much like digging trench.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjG6YWMSI/AAAAAAAAANM/P4dH68-S3HM/s1600/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjG6YWMSI/AAAAAAAAANM/P4dH68-S3HM/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549739979973210402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pack on the right is some plaster. I think it's highly hazardous, 'cos I'd got a few whiffs of it while pouring it into the cement mixer, it made me felt weird/high instantly. Hahaha. The one on the left is the cement itself. 20kg per pack. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjGTtXxyI/AAAAAAAAANE/61Jo-ULdGjw/s1600/DSC00096.JPG"&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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSjGTtXxyI/AAAAAAAAANE/61Jo-ULdGjw/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549739969592411938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the cement mixer. Think it was about 1.8m to 2.0m high. 1.5 bucket of water, 7 scoops of sand, a little plaster materials, 10kg cement, 7 scoops of sand again &amp;amp; let it mix. Add water/sand accordingly to get a melted-butter like consistency. Hahaha. Shows how many times I'd done it to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj_EaSwlI/AAAAAAAAANk/WFjfyADc_CY/s1600/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj_EaSwlI/AAAAAAAAANk/WFjfyADc_CY/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740944738402898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer at the end of the day. It tasted so damn bloody good. &lt;strong&gt;Hah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's the end of my days as a cement mixer. An eye-opener. But never going back ever again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSoXVFGcXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2C7nBsUNnQg/s1600/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSoXVFGcXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2C7nBsUNnQg/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549745759576289650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day I'd went to IKEA with my cousin to look for her bookcase. Saw this garden bench which looks very casual &amp;amp; chill to me. Would love to have one, but, sadly, I don't really have a use for it, since the exterior of the house isn't really that much utilised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSo1FyOijI/AAAAAAAAAOE/A67REFYd6K4/s1600/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSo1FyOijI/AAAAAAAAAOE/A67REFYd6K4/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549746270866672178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;A hoody which I think looked kind of nice. But I forgotten why I didn't get it. Maybe 'cos it was branded Nike. Perhaps that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSoXBmHKWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jg6-vVsoVa8/s1600/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSoXBmHKWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jg6-vVsoVa8/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549745754346039650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehh... Sneaked a shot of the casino. Hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, well, after the cement mixing job, was suddenly called to worked at the factory on the following Monday afternoon. So, drove down there &amp;amp; started work. Been working there for 2 weeks now. The factory's going to close shop within the week though. Then I'll be left with 3 weeks before my return to the sunny island of Singapore. Am still wondering if I should attempt to locate another job during that time. Maybe I'll try for a seasonal one, for the Christmas period. But it's kind of troublesome around here without a car. That limits my job choices by many many factors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bit of the pictures taken from me working at the factory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqIty9duI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u9ma4O2xO_4/s1600/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqIty9duI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u9ma4O2xO_4/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549747707536307938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;40 foot container for shipping products overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqIJzaHeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vr1yy6otf_E/s1600/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqIJzaHeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vr1yy6otf_E/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549747697874509282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside of the container. Doesn't look big, but it's humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqI7T6tGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cAUMXh2SNAw/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSqI7T6tGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cAUMXh2SNAw/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549747711164200034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The laying of the products in the container. Forgotten how far done was this. But I know it wasn't much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsVmuGXWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YLJEEINZEJk/s1600/DSC00122.JPG"&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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsVmuGXWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YLJEEINZEJk/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549750127998426466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The journey of 2388 cartons/boxes starts with carton/box number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsVKrzrcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Sv8BsEb6_Uw/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsVKrzrcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Sv8BsEb6_Uw/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549750120472620482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after a long, long day, all 2388 cartons/boxes accounted for &amp;amp; in the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsV8EEniI/AAAAAAAAAO0/X76-2p2boT0/s1600/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSsV8EEniI/AAAAAAAAAO0/X76-2p2boT0/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549750133727731234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the warehouse with the pellets I'd packed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess that's about it for any work related post, till I managed to get a new one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I don't like watching trailer very early in advance. Like the trailer for "&lt;em&gt;Thor&lt;/em&gt;", was out quite some time ago. But the movie won't be in theaters till May 2011, so says the trailer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the weekend was a horrible laundry weekend. I'd woke up at 1100++ hours. Worked the laundry till 1530 hours. The amount of undone laundry &amp;amp; done but unfolded laundry is scary. I had to do 3 loads of the washing machine for the undone one. It's 2 usually, 'cos of blacks/colours &amp;amp; whites. And there wasn't enough room to hang the clothes, resorting to the line I had constructed above the clothes hanging rack some months back 'cos there were quite a number of people in the house at the time. Scary stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's 'bout it for now, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1762687368288842961?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1762687368288842961/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1762687368288842961' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1762687368288842961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1762687368288842961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/employment.html' title='Employment'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQSj-UFioBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Sj73gkmjcFo/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7313263386783367724</id><published>2010-12-10T07:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:31:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage: Oh-so-good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQFhNXzR1mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ent7SIx4mYY/s1600/P1050437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQFhNXzR1mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ent7SIx4mYY/s320/P1050437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548823098252449378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My beautiful back. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a session of massage. See the red marks along the mid-back that spreads up in a v-shape? Damn it hurts. And the shoulder &amp;amp; neck area, not too obvious in the photo, but clearer in flesh. The sensation was weird. Everything was like, fucking pain. How I'd wished I could just scream out in pain. It was pain, like no other. Damn it hurts like fuck. Even now, a day after the massage, it's still feeling sore &amp;amp; bruised. And I can't lie down or against hard surfaces 'cos of the bruise. But, somehow, it feels good. Like, I'm feeling alive. Pain makes me feel alive, somehow. One reason why I like pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, still had to work the day after. Somehow, managed to get by. Though I was rather slow in the morning, but gradually, came to adapt to the pain &amp;amp; worked through it. Not too sure if that's a good thing or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Rose (the massage lady), mentioned that it is true indeed that females are able to take pain better than males. I guess there's no point in arguing that. But then, me &amp;amp; my other cousin kind of discussed that, yeah, girls are able to take pain better than boys. But perhaps guys are better at working with/through pain better than the ladies. Not too sure how true though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQFhMkHEbII/AAAAAAAAAMs/Hdn0G_IGQxA/s1600/P1050436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQFhMkHEbII/AAAAAAAAAMs/Hdn0G_IGQxA/s320/P1050436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548823084376812674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's my new toy. The all new, hyper-realistic graphics racing game. Hahaha. It's just me on the way back home from work. Er Jie came back from Shanghai with this baby in tow. Looks pretty cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I'm beginning to love the Subway here more &amp;amp; more. Been eating subway everyday for lunch &amp;amp; sometimes breakfast. As well as dinner. Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now, I guess. More updates in relation to work tomorrow. Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7313263386783367724?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7313263386783367724/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7313263386783367724' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7313263386783367724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7313263386783367724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/massage-oh-so-good.html' title='Massage: Oh-so-good.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TQFhNXzR1mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ent7SIx4mYY/s72-c/P1050437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1557257838010050355</id><published>2010-12-07T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:32:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://technabob.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/090310_rg_HomerEscalates_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 548px;" src="http://technabob.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/090310_rg_HomerEscalates_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not too sure if there was anything like this in Singapore before. But this is freaking cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it's been quite some time since I've updated. Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to. But just that I can't find the moment. Or rather, feel the moment to. I hope I'm not growing out of blogging though, 'cos it will be a pity (to me) if I do. Then, I won't have any platform for me to refer to my past &amp;amp; reflect upon it a few years down the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, some photos to tag along with updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0HsgEpvvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fy01F6Lm_2s/s1600/P1050196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0HsgEpvvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fy01F6Lm_2s/s320/P1050196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547598777095405298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Er jie's birthday. Celebrated with a dinner at some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0HtI4xvaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kXN296SN7EY/s1600/P1050203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0HtI4xvaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kXN296SN7EY/s320/P1050203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547598788051451298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After which, went over to Veron's place for the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GT82t6XI/AAAAAAAAAME/cdjTtwMeb7M/s1600/P1050266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GT82t6XI/AAAAAAAAAME/cdjTtwMeb7M/s320/P1050266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547597255813228914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of Saturdays before, was Gen's 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CWEw0_sI/AAAAAAAAALE/eg5Qj65xq1E/s1600/P1050270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CWEw0_sI/AAAAAAAAALE/eg5Qj65xq1E/s320/P1050270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547592894249238210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonnes of food. I think the cake was huge if I'd remembered correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FCT61rFI/AAAAAAAAALs/MYnijZavRA4/s1600/P1050299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FCT61rFI/AAAAAAAAALs/MYnijZavRA4/s320/P1050299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547595853255257170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this photo while driving. The sky was so beautiful, so took a picture of it while waiting at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GS9RH_LI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3ueImHp0q5k/s1600/P1050308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GS9RH_LI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3ueImHp0q5k/s320/P1050308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547597238744120498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This a picture of the street behind the house. I'm thinking if I should watermark my photos at this rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FCFOaJlI/AAAAAAAAALk/4vwPhCoxtWw/s1600/P1050412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FCFOaJlI/AAAAAAAAALk/4vwPhCoxtWw/s320/P1050412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547595849310807634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vic's meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FBUpV2fI/AAAAAAAAALc/LiitID99Ypw/s1600/P1050426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0FBUpV2fI/AAAAAAAAALc/LiitID99Ypw/s320/P1050426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547595836270434802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My potato salad. It came about because I wanted to use up all he spinach &amp;amp; potatoes that were in abundance in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GTdirNnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2oy5FngHPOE/s1600/P1050433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0GTdirNnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2oy5FngHPOE/s320/P1050433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547597247407666802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vic's Blackforest Cake entitled: Sloth &amp;amp; Gluttony. For Jie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CW-SB9OI/AAAAAAAAALU/7pNr6R5DOjg/s1600/P1050383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CW-SB9OI/AAAAAAAAALU/7pNr6R5DOjg/s320/P1050383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547592909689320674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Company dinner at Burswood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CWcWWHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/yLHpicQcu24/s1600/P1050312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0CWcWWHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/yLHpicQcu24/s320/P1050312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547592900580613778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buffet style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP4UxUDeYhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R7c7_1goLzc/s1600/P1050404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP4UxUDeYhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R7c7_1goLzc/s320/P1050404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547894628396458514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ikea on Saturday. Actually spent a good portion of the day there. Bought stuff, but some stuff didn't work. &lt;strong&gt;Damn it&lt;/strong&gt;. So going to head back there again on Saturday (hopefully) to exchange the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP4Ux0JuUQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9j-VA9wneRo/s1600/P1050407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP4Ux0JuUQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9j-VA9wneRo/s320/P1050407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547894637012603138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the week where Er Jie &amp;amp; Jie, along with Er Jie's father, Uncle, went to Shanghai, China. So, 3 cars in my care. Hence the 3 bulky keys.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's that for the photos update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a few more photos. Stored in my phone, but not transferred to the computer yet. The next time perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have been working for the past week &amp;amp; supposed I will be doing so this week. Then that will leave me with approximately 2 weeks before I return to Singapore. Wondering if I should continue looking for another job during this short duration of 2 weeks. Then again, I think I probably should.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Jie came back from Shanghai with a box of "&lt;em&gt;Bones&lt;/em&gt;" DVD. So am going to chase the series now. Hahaha. Though I've been feeling sleepy &amp;amp; somewhat tired when night falls (that's around 1900+ hours), so, hopefully I'll be able to stay awake for the duration of the shows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly felt like watching "&lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt;". Or maybe reading the book instead. no idea why though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/upload/2009/06/my_sisters_keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 377px;" src="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/upload/2009/06/my_sisters_keeper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side-note, I think Abigail Breslin is just adorable. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm thinking maybe I should have headed back to Singapore for Christmas instead. Yeah, I know I'm a Chinese, so Chinese New Year should be a bigger of an event right? But CNY is more like a family event thingy. Meeting up with friends on Christmas, specially after not seeing them for almost a year seems more apt. And then maybe huddled round a table in a cafe, having hot drinks while it's pouring horrendously outside. Hahahaha. Listening to too much Christmas songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1557257838010050355?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1557257838010050355/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1557257838010050355' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1557257838010050355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1557257838010050355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/12/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TP0HsgEpvvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fy01F6Lm_2s/s72-c/P1050196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-3287046997274466309</id><published>2010-11-24T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:02:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence &amp; Blood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/The-Simpsons-the-simpsons-35447_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/The-Simpsons-the-simpsons-35447_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. So, what is really happening in Singapore? I don't know. I don't really follow the news much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seems like to me, the number of cases of violence are increasing. And fast. Please, let society be stable once more when I return. Else I'll have to tread carefully everywhere I go. Or maybe have a hidden blade with me, like in Assassin's Creed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the idea that my brother came up was pretty interesting. Something about humans (behavior?) going in circles. Like how secret society used to be evident in Singapore but tamed down massively over the years, and, are now picking up again. Funny how it's like fashion. Maybe being all gangster-ish &amp;amp; aloof is the in thing now. And perhaps youngsters nowadays feel like there's something they need to prove.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe. There is a greater force (not god) behind to which we do not understand. &lt;em&gt;*Gasps*&lt;/em&gt; Okay, that was rubbish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... I don't know what to think of this right now. But, I'll pick the lines of youngsters feel like they have something to prove, you know? Like, self-worth? That they &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; actually capable of doing something, no matter what it is? This thought linked to the parents, that they're are belittling their kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, maybe it's too much media about violence. Like they're being brainwashed. Though I turned out fine... Although I do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's the society's fault. I tend to like to blame society for everything (social related) gone wrong. Partly because society is everyone, and everyone blames other stuff for any mishaps that happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I'm... about 65% to 70% set on going to Sydney. Mostly 'cos my heart's telling me to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3287046997274466309?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3287046997274466309/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3287046997274466309' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3287046997274466309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3287046997274466309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/violence-blood.html' title='Violence &amp; Blood.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-9151004649828440763</id><published>2010-11-23T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:39:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshie Days are over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I don't know what happened with the video. But I don't really care. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOu14rkXRTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eMf7kCwn-jU/s1600/notps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOu14rkXRTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eMf7kCwn-jU/s320/notps2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542723751782073650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's not what I'm here for. Just here to say, I'm done with semester! There goes the first year of studies for me. Starting next year, Year 2. Time flies pretty fast. So, now, wish me luck in getting a job. I know I'd said this numerous times, but it's kind of hard to find a job. That, or maybe I just suck at job-finding. Guess I'll flip through the papers tomorrow, among other stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this Sydney trip planned in December. Frankly, honestly, I &lt;strong&gt;really, really, really, really&lt;/strong&gt; want to go. But I'm a bit apprehensive about my finance. Then again, I want to go so so much such that I'm thinking of just going and stable my finance later. Not the wisest financial move here, I know. Oh, dreads. I hate it without a job. &lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt;. And I think it's been &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt; since I'd ever wanted things so badly. I guess the last time must have been when I was in primary school, wanting a toy or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, after paper today, did a bit of job hunting. Searched, applied for 2 jobs. One at a supermarket, the other a retail shop. I'm waiting for my cousin to return &amp;amp; demand the ice cream shop employment vacancy paper from her. Hahaha. Then I'll do that tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, drove quite a bit, I must say. It's been quite some time since I drove so much in a single day. Drove to school for my paper. It felt damn good. No need to rush, no need to struggle up the hills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then to the petrol station. Back home. Went to groceries (quite a lot too). Took my cousin to cut her hair. To get dinner, to pick up her friend, send them to dinner, went back home. I think driving at night in Perth is quite hazardous. It's kind of dark here. And one of my lecturer even said that Perth is nicknamed "City of Lights". &lt;em&gt;Pf-ft&lt;/em&gt;. City of Lights my ass. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite tempted to go back Golden Boronia &amp;amp; work actually. Just for the little funds towards Sydney. Heheh. Guess I'll see how things work out this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-9151004649828440763?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/9151004649828440763/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=9151004649828440763' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9151004649828440763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9151004649828440763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/freshie-days-are-over.html' title='Freshie Days are over.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOu14rkXRTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eMf7kCwn-jU/s72-c/notps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-982694424313859680</id><published>2010-11-21T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:28:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had not intend to blog, but since I don't think I can re-post this video up on Facebook, I'll do it here instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But words of caution first. It's not gross, but sick. And somewhat very disturbing. Not exactly for the faint hearted &amp;amp; weak animal lovers. It's about this female squishing a rabbit. Yeah... Animal violence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and it's not my video alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="40" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1733629183976" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1733629183976" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="224"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've seen a worse one before. About this Chinese lady (why is it always chinese?) murdering a kitten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to set someone thinking, why are they even doing this in the first place. And it's not like they're alone, there's always a friend or more around with them. Entertainment? That's quite a sick entertainment, murdering other animated species which are totally defenseless. Pick on something their own size, then, that's entertainment. You know, like how they have the Colosseum for back in the days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's not it, these people, they do so without flinching. And they were even smiling/grinning away. So then, I think my theory on humans being born bad is coming true. I mean, nobody in society teaches these kind of stuff. "How to murder cute &amp;amp; defenseless animals while having a good time 111". There &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be an outrage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humans are born bad/evil &amp;amp; they learn good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, they all could just be psychopathic bitches. I'd noticed such incidents that I've come across, they're all females. So what? Females are much more unstable &amp;amp; dangerous? &lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, back to studies. Stupid video making me waste time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-982694424313859680?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/982694424313859680/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=982694424313859680' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/982694424313859680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/982694424313859680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2358897995762050603</id><published>2010-11-21T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:46:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last paper to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOf2fzzt9_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_3ZmBnnz98k/s1600/P1050213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOf2fzzt9_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_3ZmBnnz98k/s320/P1050213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541668892846192626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute, isn't it? Too bad the design is on a female's cardigan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the times, when Facebook wasn't even invented yet, and I don't know, Friendster or Blogger/Live Journal/Wordpress was all the craze. Then you have people hitting websites &amp;amp; doing quizzes, and then posting them results on their blogs? Hahaha. Here's one. In tribute to times before Facebook. Times before where almost everything is available or do-able on Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outofservice.com/bigfive/results/?oR=0.875&amp;amp;cR=0.583&amp;amp;eR=0.281&amp;amp;aR=0.639&amp;amp;nR=0.344"&gt;I'm a O84-C46-E9-A44-N18 Big Five!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... So, that's a personality quiz. Hahaha. Yeah, was bored with studying, so figured I'd try something like this. Did a bit of falsifying information with the quiz at the very end. It's a silly quiz after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm thinking I'm looking more and more like those samurai warriors as each day passes by without me shaving. I could totally blend into the Edo Period now. Hahahaha. It looks not bad, but I'll have to get rid of it. Soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh... Can't wait for Tuesday to arrive. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2358897995762050603?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2358897995762050603/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2358897995762050603' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2358897995762050603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2358897995762050603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-last-paper-to-go.html' title='One last paper to go!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOf2fzzt9_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_3ZmBnnz98k/s72-c/P1050213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7196102502633511666</id><published>2010-11-18T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:22:12.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Warm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me? Or is it like freaking warm in here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd checked the temperature. It's either 16 or 21 Celsius out there. I'm going with 21. Even so, it shouldn't be feeling like, say, 29, would it? Then again, maybe it's just me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it's 1 paper down (on Tuesday), and 1 more to go (next Tuesday, I think)! Seriously, I'm not enjoying it. Although it should be easy, but I'm not feeling any sense of urgency at all. It's even worse than when I was in OCS, when there are tests coming up. Not kidding. Back then, when there was a test, I would be scrambling to swallow the book. Now, I'm lazing around, slacking, lamenting that there's nothing to do. I hate this part about myself. I really do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a note to self - stop working push-ups, try chin-ups instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7196102502633511666?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7196102502633511666/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7196102502633511666' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7196102502633511666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7196102502633511666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-warm.html' title='So. Warm...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6471996405439161623</id><published>2010-11-15T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:34:21.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh... I really shouldn't be doing this at this moment, but I just got to. Else all this flashbacks &amp;amp; memories are going to drown me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, a few photos to just sum it all up. As in, really really-the-mother-of-all-sum-summation-sum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmg6oyuLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bssm72ZD8Wo/s1600/img01175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmg6oyuLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bssm72ZD8Wo/s320/img01175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539469888603732146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here... We have a scene from some MoE's campsite. Year 2004. This is an awesomely quick (too quick &amp;amp; awesome that it doesn't really do justice, but time is of the essence here) sum of all the friends I've made in Secondary School. Hah. Good folks, great company, wickedly neat friends. And a few of the best cliques I'd ever dive myself into. That's how great these people are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmiH_8p6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/QlIvpwDlaRE/s1600/P1000252.JPG"&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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmiH_8p6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/QlIvpwDlaRE/s320/P1000252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539469909370382242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, there are others. Such as this group. Pretty significant group of people during &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; JC Days. Thinking back, it's a funny scenario and situation how we came to be together. Childish &amp;amp; probably a force of situation. But I wouldn't have it any other way. This photo here, by looks, I guess was in early to mid 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmi_RaPFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fzbAoDPGzyo/s1600/P1140586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmi_RaPFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fzbAoDPGzyo/s320/P1140586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539469924207574098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just in case this other person passes by this humble space here. Trouble-Double-Duo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmgvuAn4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-UL_iqekBXk/s1600/4%2Bsisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmgvuAn4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-UL_iqekBXk/s320/4%2Bsisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539469885672824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, there's this another group of crazy girls in the same class as me in JC. Well, yeah. But nonetheless, fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's kind of scary how the years have passed by, such that I have to refer to photos in the year they were taken in, instead of months. Signs of growing up huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, I'm not emoing here, mind you. I just promise this friend to help out with the assignment. So, sieving through some photos so that she can paint them. Yups. And, so, what choice but to chance upon these photos. I'm more of stifling my sniggers &amp;amp; laughters (it's 0231hours now) and grinning myself silly with seeing the photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also realised, that over the past year, I've gotten to taking more pictures of landscapes instead of people. That's quite sad in my opinion. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I guess I can't wait to return now. Seeing all these people. Taking more photos. Hahaha. And of course, just to chill &amp;amp; hang around &amp;amp; out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6471996405439161623?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6471996405439161623/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6471996405439161623' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6471996405439161623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6471996405439161623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TOAmg6oyuLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bssm72ZD8Wo/s72-c/img01175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-2809490942213578838</id><published>2010-11-11T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:04:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched a few Old Spice commercial. Think I'm going to try it for fun. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had also been reading One Piece recently. And... Sad to say, but I'd caught up to the recent chapters in a manner of approximately one month. Actually, that's quite long, right? I wasn't even trying, honestly. And here's a picture from some time ago. Somebody commented I looked like the dude from the story... &lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNvObFluw2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Tu8NObvjd3s/s1600/bicycle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNvObFluw2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Tu8NObvjd3s/s320/bicycle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538247131534377826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, my cousin had finally ended her sem's exams. And I've yet to start on mine. Crap. And my revision has started. But it's going at an extremely extremely slow pace... So unmotivated. Exams ah, exams. Faster come, faster go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just love that Old Spice commercial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, but, but. &lt;strong&gt;Nooo!!&lt;/strong&gt; They don't seem to have Old Spice in Australia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And browsing through Facebook, I just had a clear view of my CE cadet wing OC's wife. We heard she was an air stewardess. But damn. I say she's one of the better looking one though. Heheh. And their daughter looks pretty cute too. Good life. Pretty high rank in the army, good chap, pretty wife, cute daughter. Hahaha. If only I was guaranteed such a life if I'd sign on, I'll gladly do so. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2809490942213578838?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2809490942213578838/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2809490942213578838' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2809490942213578838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2809490942213578838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-spice.html' title='Old Spice'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNvObFluw2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Tu8NObvjd3s/s72-c/bicycle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-5760880190768791147</id><published>2010-11-09T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T02:22:26.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ORD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to a Happy ORD anniversary. Time does seem to fly by. I could still remember those days I had in NS, then the day I'd ORD. Guess that means my NS had been really fulfilling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, there were really really extremely shitty days. Days which were so fucked up you can't believe it's actually happening. But, hey, it's passed &amp;amp; I believe that me &amp;amp; my buddies wouldn't have it any other way. I guess this means that what they'd always say is true. Something about what's important ain't the mission or the country, rather, it's the friend who's beside you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNg1xizpG3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/mWtw-zihZAk/s1600/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNg1xizpG3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/mWtw-zihZAk/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234867125295986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;And of course, who would give up a chance&lt;br /&gt;to play with firearms &amp;amp; explosives?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a really, erm, weird dream the other day. If I remembered correctly, I was in a plane at first. Then it crash &amp;amp; I was stranded at this island with the other passengers. Weird stuff happened, people got slaughtered, murdered, killed. I don't know what happened to me. But I was kind of excited by what was happening. The strangeness of the place, the unknown, the fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Writing stuff like this down, I wonder if I'm alright. But I do like the unknown some bits. Not the modern context unknown though. Those, those are just plain mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, came across this interesting 'article'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Her Diary Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in an odd mood Friday night. We planned to meet at a pub for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go Off somewhere more intimate so we could talk a bit more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything, this is really worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to say its all over between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, he responded to my advance and we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterward I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;His Diary Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celtic lost. Got a shag though."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goes to show that man, can be really simple creatures at time. Seriously. Life's too short to put too much thoughts in it. No, wait. That didn't come out right. Hmmm... Can't... Think of a good way to phrase it. But I'm sure you know what I'm trying to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooh... &lt;strong&gt;So. Hungry.&lt;/strong&gt; But I got to go sleep now. &lt;em&gt;Sigh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-5760880190768791147?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/5760880190768791147/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=5760880190768791147' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5760880190768791147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5760880190768791147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-ord.html' title='Happy ORD.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNg1xizpG3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/mWtw-zihZAk/s72-c/DSC00484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-4451730103795534262</id><published>2010-11-06T00:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T02:22:01.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-family:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, all assignments for the semester have been handed in. Alright. 2 more papers, and it's freedom from semester!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1gQ3lFbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M_WMHufqiRM/s1600/P1040897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1gQ3lFbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M_WMHufqiRM/s320/P1040897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536108670345352626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty interesting urinal. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1gH_jlPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fWZVa9Y2rV8/s1600/P1040878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1gH_jlPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fWZVa9Y2rV8/s320/P1040878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536108667962889458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wine bottle carrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1fsIt6vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TprQVDwdFs4/s1600/P1040876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1fsIt6vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/TprQVDwdFs4/s320/P1040876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536108660485122802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How's this for a personal wine collection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ54SZJyvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jLweHKDMZBw/s1600/P1040923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ54SZJyvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jLweHKDMZBw/s320/P1040923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113481117977330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Specially for all my coffee lover friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ54HMldMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ceA8N0b6-8g/s1600/P1040922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ54HMldMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ceA8N0b6-8g/s320/P1040922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113478112474306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to have this coffee table. And yes. It &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ53xCoY6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NRgX5i3ABrM/s1600/P1040909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ53xCoY6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NRgX5i3ABrM/s320/P1040909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113472165143458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some coffee shop visited at Margaret River. Or was it Swan Valley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ9LkMaAWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3Sb1bQoQhc/s1600/P1040999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ9LkMaAWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Y3Sb1bQoQhc/s320/P1040999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536117110848749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Did I ever mention that my uncle made a surprise move to visit us here? It was a pretty crowded week. There's like, my aunt &amp;amp; uncle. The brother(son) &amp;amp; sister(daughter). Then there's me &amp;amp; the other cousin. Then for about 2 or 3 days, there was also the sis's friend &amp;amp; her mum &amp;amp; her mum, I think.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_dR1bWmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uqVjLr5TUEc/s1600/P1050053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_dR1bWmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uqVjLr5TUEc/s320/P1050053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536119614181431906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Mammoth Tank" that was drove around when my uncle was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_dLbvxfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fEPhjvBt-RE/s1600/P1050051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_dLbvxfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fEPhjvBt-RE/s320/P1050051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536119612463105522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm... Atlantic crabs? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_d80hWpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tsyVVobMIao/s1600/P1050060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ_d80hWpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tsyVVobMIao/s320/P1050060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536119625720355474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it became chilli crab! Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRCv_3Wz3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/nnFH6F5-hw0/s1600/P1050070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRCv_3Wz3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/nnFH6F5-hw0/s320/P1050070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536123234310082418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The range of Apple products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFU2hkj1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/DxJVfLAQAtk/s1600/P1050113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFU2hkj1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/DxJVfLAQAtk/s320/P1050113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536126066481205074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Popiah day. Guess which is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFUiTo4YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MlYMlPWVDR0/s1600/P1040945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFUiTo4YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MlYMlPWVDR0/s320/P1040945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536126061054058882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got back home one night, and was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFVQlGCjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T5oWanNxFkI/s1600/P1050121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNRFVQlGCjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/T5oWanNxFkI/s320/P1050121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536126073475303986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booya. My group report.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did the last part. Hahaha. I realised that I can do quality work. But I can't take on too many work at once, else I will just crumble &amp;amp; die. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been sometime since I've uploaded some photos. I still remember how I used to upload photos. Did that through Photobucket, 'cos Photobucket's upload is faster and more user-friendly in a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Issues, issues, issues. A person's life wouldn't be completed without them, I guess. No matter how unpleasant it can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking. The future, as in 10-years-down-the-road-kind-of-future, is really exciting. Hahaha. Like, what's everything going to be like. What's the world going to be like. What's my friends going to be like. I don't know, but since settling down here, I find myself thinking more &amp;amp; more about the future. More than what I actually want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I have like, different friends with different characters. The stuff they like, I guess are different. It'll definitely be interesting to see how they are 10 years down the road. But the most exciting part would be when they have their own houses. Imagine all the design, all the decorations, all the funny little quirky details that would make up the home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I can only wait &amp;amp; see how it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went on over to Dalvin's place just now for dinner. Pretty good. Good food. Good wine. Good company. Kor's leaving pretty soon though. His time here is almost up. So, the reason for the gathering. And I think going to Dalvin's place, it's kind of getting me hooked onto wines. Hahaha. I suddenly have this urge to drink wine. Hohoho. Good thing alcohol is cheaper here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, been chatting with this friend of mine. He's been on &amp;amp; on about this girl. I've been telling him to give it up &amp;amp; to move on, but he's finding it difficult to. I don't know. Is it just me or what? Maybe I've grown to be too happy-go-lucky that I'd managed to detach myself from such matters with ease. Still, it's just too long already. I think he needs professional help. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been on for 2 days with hardly any sleep. Like, 2days on 8hours sleep in 3 and 5 hours session. So, feeling a little drowsy to continue blogging. Don't think I'm making much sense here either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4451730103795534262?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4451730103795534262/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4451730103795534262' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4451730103795534262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4451730103795534262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-all-assignments-for-semester-have.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TNQ1gQ3lFbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M_WMHufqiRM/s72-c/P1040897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1470736910085602127</id><published>2010-11-03T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:16:42.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really hate myself for procrastinating. I think I have an issue with that. Need professional help or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Main note. &lt;strong&gt;It's like hell out there&lt;/strong&gt;. 36 degrees Celsius. And I have to go school. Argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1470736910085602127?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1470736910085602127/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1470736910085602127' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1470736910085602127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1470736910085602127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/11/highway-to-hell.html' title='Highway to Hell'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4434967100986989446</id><published>2010-10-28T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:09:10.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome. Using my S$189 Graphic Calculator to do some simple statistical calculation which can be done by hand. It's really becoming a cool-white-gadgety-elephant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I'm starting to get a feel of why some university students tend to work late into the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I seriously need to get a neck &amp;amp; shoulder massage. As in, dead-to-the-depths-of-hell-serious-serious. It's been weeks since I have this uncomfortable feeling in my neck. And I've grown to have this habit of twisting &amp;amp; flicking my head so as to ease the feeling. I think it's to do with my pillow. Not too sure, so I'm going head back to Singapore and see how things go. If I start to feel better in Singapore, then I'm definitely changing my pillow first thing when I'm back in Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope that my neck survives till January. &lt;em&gt;*gulp*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've no idea what's happening to my motivation. So. Unmotivated. To. Do. Work. It's like, my assignment's due in the afternoon, but I've yet to complete it. Instead of feeling panicky, I'm feeling boredom &amp;amp; tired from all these assignments. Argh... Just feel like throwing it all down the bottomless pit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was a few hours ago. I'm developing this habit of typing my blog halfway then leaving it there, 'cos I feel that it's too damn short. That, or I'm using blog as a distraction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so my assignment is in, thank goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And seriously, Blogger should upgrade its photo upload feature. It's quite a hassle to upload tonnes of photos if I want to... So, I'm going to leave some random photos for the next entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4434967100986989446?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4434967100986989446/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4434967100986989446' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4434967100986989446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4434967100986989446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/10/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-9153039660778686485</id><published>2010-10-14T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:20:50.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, if I could, I'd melt all the cheese in the world into one big pot. Then, there wouldn't be so much problem searching for one particular type of cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little stuff from Perth Royal Show. Basically, I was there for the whole week that the thingy went on for. Well, except for a day. Worked either morning shift or the afternoon shift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuS_7wQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/49BbNYqRNoY/s1600/P1040362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuS_7wQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/49BbNYqRNoY/s400/P1040362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527867602810978706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The booth I was at was located just next to the entrance of the building. So, this is what I can view outside whenever I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuTky8IzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xujgxQhfEP8/s1600/P1040431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuTky8IzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xujgxQhfEP8/s400/P1040431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527867612706120498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Body under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuTRXKSrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DCficNIqnYE/s1600/P1040426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuTRXKSrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DCficNIqnYE/s400/P1040426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527867607489333938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the inside, from the booth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, next time, I should really blog straight after the event. 'Cos honestly now, I can't remember what I have on Facebook &amp;amp; what I don't. But that's not the main point. I just can't be bothered to do it. Of course, this means not all the photos are always up on Facebook. C'mon, you know me, right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this month is slightly better. Though there are still essays to be written. But the devastating thought ain't the essays. It's the exams. Initially, I could get my exams over &amp;amp; done with quickly. But now, it's going to drag over 2 weeks. I don't think the extra time is going to help. I'll probably spend most of the extra time slacking away. All because my lecturer won't be around &amp;amp; will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Partying in the USA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... I've yet to get a job. I mean, I found one. But it's still in the midst of questions &amp;amp; answers here &amp;amp; there. And I'm not sure if it's proper etiquette to be looking for another job while you're still interested &amp;amp; asking about the first one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm really hoping to get a motorbike's license by this year. Maybe rush through the lessons &amp;amp; exams when I'm done with my essays. Then furiously save up money to get a scooter (hopefully). Then, job hunting might just get a tad easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thought of owning a cute little scooter here is just so exciting. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-9153039660778686485?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/9153039660778686485/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=9153039660778686485' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9153039660778686485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9153039660778686485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TLbuS_7wQZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/49BbNYqRNoY/s72-c/P1040362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-6129718389180510971</id><published>2010-10-10T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:44:33.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bye."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh. Damnation. Totally not in the mood for essays &amp;amp; reports. But I've got one report to be done by tomorrow for a group meeting. Damn it. And I'd already lost track of how many essays and reports I've written. Now, that's scary. Oh, hurry up and die, you semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I don't think I'll struggle and fight for a first class honors degree. It's just, too impossible. Only geniuses can do that. Like, in order to get a first class honors, we'll need to average 80 for &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; semester? Yes, every. Starting from first year. Like, how possible is that? That's a high distinction across all the units, for your info. Alright, maybe it's not impossible. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;. Not everyone can achieve that. Not especially when 90% of the grades are based on assignments. And of that 90%, 30% are probably group work based.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6129718389180510971?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6129718389180510971/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6129718389180510971' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6129718389180510971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6129718389180510971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye.html' title='&quot;Bye.&quot;'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1851753621728865016</id><published>2010-09-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:25:31.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuff's been happening as of late. Busy busy month. But I can barely take it no more. &lt;strong&gt;I'm going crazy!&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhh... Got an assignment due next week, but I'll be working through this week. I'm not complaining 'bout the work. I'm complaining 'bout the assignment. Argh. It's irritating. Damn it. Like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;zero&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; motivation to work on it. Zilch, nothing, nada. Don't. Want. To. Do. Work. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1851753621728865016?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1851753621728865016/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1851753621728865016' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1851753621728865016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1851753621728865016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuffs-been-happening-as-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6298962227809286295</id><published>2010-09-17T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:30:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry blokes, there are photos, but it's not uploaded into my laptop yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too. Lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't have start blogging if it weren't for yesterday's happening. I want to etch it down in my head, you see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yesterday's main highlight for me was the trip to Garden City, rendezvous with my relatives. Actually, I was quite reluctant 'cos its dark out and well, travelling there ain't the most exciting thing one could do on a Thursday Perth night. Anyway, headed over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, had walked around for a bit. And then, and then, and then. I saw this &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rarely react so strongly to just seeing girls on the streets. But this girl. It was. &lt;strong&gt;Z.O.M.G.&lt;/strong&gt; It was like an angel descent from the heavens. No joke. Her legs were just &lt;em&gt;parfaite et magnifique&lt;/em&gt;. And she was just oh-so-pretty. Smooth fair skin. Innocent girl next door look. I rarely give grade girls. But if i were to grade her, I'd give 9.5 out of 10. Or a perfect 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy for the rest of the week. Which is rather short actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's 'bout it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday was spent going on field trip to Rockingham. And on Wednesday, I was going ballistic I tell ya. Like, I was running late. The bus came late. I forgot my camera. Missed the transfer bus. Transfer bus was crowded. Caught the other transfer bus which didn't pass by the stop I wanted to alight at. So, when I reached the terminal, I had to literally run all the way to the F.U.P. And I was there just on time. One bus had left already, and the other was about to leave too. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Wednesday was a rather boring field trip. I mean, the whole morning was spent in a room, having council members presenting to you how great their city is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blah, blah, blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hah. And then a tour, on the bus, round the city. Honestly, I kind of slept through most of that portion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon wasn't as bad. We were dropped off at different points to do a survey of the land &amp;amp; people. All of us were dropped off at the beach. My group had this decently equipped beach, but really isolated &amp;amp; deserted-ish beach. So, it was like, we had the whole place to ourselves. Almost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, was much better. I had time to do a little self-exploring. And, oh. I'm saying this to you. The water. &lt;strong&gt;Ooh&lt;/strong&gt;... The definition of crystal clear water had just gone up a level for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6298962227809286295?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6298962227809286295/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6298962227809286295' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6298962227809286295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6298962227809286295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl.html' title='Girl.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4328121893126490303</id><published>2010-09-07T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:28:35.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what to blog about today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... Not everything's moving nice &amp;amp; easy? Like, I was working on an essay through the night, last night? And I had also realised that besides the one I'm currently working on, there's another one which is due Friday. 2 essays due on Friday. Not to mention a literature review due on Monday, and another essay due on Monday. And then there's this 2 days field trip next Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday. Then I have a 2 man presentation on the week after. Yes. Wow. I'm thinking I might just be able to pull through. At the cost of my sleep, most probably. Searching for journal articles &amp;amp; referencing is just such a chore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that paragraph is just like what I'm feeling now. Massive. A lot of stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, had also realised that I could seek employment from my school. The student guild helps us to search for jobs. Perhaps I could try there for jobs if I fail to obtain the one at Bunnings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if I'm not wrong, Mama's coming over on Sunday. The house is going to be so oh-so-lively now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Haven't really slept for 2 nights now. So, that's since... Tuesday. Yea. Makes me think back how the hell did I ever managed to survive OCS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4328121893126490303?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4328121893126490303/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4328121893126490303' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4328121893126490303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4328121893126490303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-5731393328213244121</id><published>2010-09-01T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:35:11.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... Forgot to add in these photos the other time. They're actually taken from my handphone, so, yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kUOZpe5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iclKt01Z81Y/s1600/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kUOZpe5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iclKt01Z81Y/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511953292573899666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the day where I went for my first run in months. Nice picture. From my phone. Except for the stupid line across my neck. Hahaha. Oh, and don't think that the weather's pretty warm for me to be wearing a singlet around. It's actually... Cool? Degree of warmth rating 1 to 10, 5 being a normal weather in Singapore's term. I give it a... 2 or a 3, I guess. Yups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kTN9sBYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eVW025VqHSc/s1600/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kTN9sBYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eVW025VqHSc/s400/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511953275276756354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kSl0kzfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/w8_hbsNWb_4/s1600/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kSl0kzfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/w8_hbsNWb_4/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511953264501116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, I better not get caught for this. But... This is actually the parliament in WA. Yep. Public seating gallery and the lousy screen for which they provide us with to watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, if I were to be attending Parliament sessions, why would I want to watch from a screen? I went to see the people right, and not some lousy quality screen. Give that into consideration Parliament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Heading out in the afternoon for some document signing thingy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the nearby cafe bookshop (not very near actually, it's down the street to the end) to ask about employment. Apparently, they aren't hiring. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... It would be pretty cool to be working there though. Damn... It's really tough to find a part-time/casual job huh. Hmmm... Guess I'll be taking up Jie's Boss's help after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was intending to find one on my own, but it's just pretty tough to do so, I guess. Foreigner, 21 years old, not much of a working experience. Yup. The harsh reality of life. Hahaha. I had wanted somewhere nearby the house such that I could cycle there. So, you know, I can work at night and not worry 'bout transport at all. Oh wells. I can't have everything in life, can I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-5731393328213244121?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/5731393328213244121/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=5731393328213244121' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5731393328213244121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5731393328213244121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TH5kUOZpe5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iclKt01Z81Y/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7165606783677833576</id><published>2010-08-28T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:38:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still Spartans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be on my tuition free week next week. Basically, means holiday. However, there's a shit load of work to do. &lt;em&gt;Sadded&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was at Dalvin's place, celebrating her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though it was Dalvin's birthday, I'm guessing Desmond was the one who was the happiest. Hahaha. 'Cos he had people to drink &amp;amp; smoke with him. I was like, wow. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Went for a run a few days back. The weather was absolutely beautiful. And I've no idea if it's me or I did the timing wrongly, but it took me a shorter time to complete the distance. I'm blaming it on the weather. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I found out that I can just barely squeeze out 10 pull-ups now. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, enough said, photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXLNhBU6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agqrPlIcanY/s1600/P1040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXLNhBU6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agqrPlIcanY/s400/P1040001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510883312903738274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's Dalvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXLjXLsXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AmroDG7pOBA/s1600/P1040035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXLjXLsXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AmroDG7pOBA/s400/P1040035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510883318768054642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selection of liquor for the night. There's a few more not included though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXMMXwGZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L241VJwHX5s/s1600/P1040037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXMMXwGZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L241VJwHX5s/s400/P1040037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510883329776294290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cigars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZEX0kEhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YGeFL3zfzFw/s1600/P1030920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZEX0kEhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YGeFL3zfzFw/s400/P1030920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510885394434232850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Field study. That's my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZE-9h5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/iVDSlXxiruI/s1600/P1030940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZE-9h5II/AAAAAAAAAF8/iVDSlXxiruI/s400/P1030940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510885404940821634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't believe what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZFScnSzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YX0CjMm0tgU/s1600/P1030967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqZFScnSzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YX0CjMm0tgU/s400/P1030967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510885410171472690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcDZxa1rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mNJJDhWS_ow/s1600/P1030826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcDZxa1rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mNJJDhWS_ow/s400/P1030826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888676312929970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at WA Parliament for case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcC8tMJlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bkWjOb5BMSI/s1600/P1030821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcC8tMJlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bkWjOb5BMSI/s400/P1030821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888668510561874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WA Parliament House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcCRSh0FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NBRrhoKUXSY/s1600/P1030820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqcCRSh0FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NBRrhoKUXSY/s400/P1030820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888656856010834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from Parliament's main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqef84pnTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n9epdvLjrHY/s1600/P1040049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqef84pnTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n9epdvLjrHY/s400/P1040049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510891365798092082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fremantle station.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqegMTDIvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZUxSKdhzt5o/s1600/P1040053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqegMTDIvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZUxSKdhzt5o/s400/P1040053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510891369935348466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Railway tracks. I had to walk a distance to grab this photo. So, I was thinking to myself, "What if the train decides to come now?" Well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqegvSBt3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/qDsfksOyT8I/s1600/P1040081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqegvSBt3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/qDsfksOyT8I/s400/P1040081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510891379326302066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiYV7BM2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/TYNL5zrL7kA/s1600/P1030763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiYV7BM2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/TYNL5zrL7kA/s400/P1030763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510895633126470498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiX3fNLUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MjXYDVCMUko/s1600/P1030715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiX3fNLUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MjXYDVCMUko/s400/P1030715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510895624956751170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, that's not me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiXYdo5LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zScNa4xVeQg/s1600/P1030709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqiXYdo5LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zScNa4xVeQg/s400/P1030709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510895616628679858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ruth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqkbASAecI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uJ8NOfFUQ1U/s1600/P1030871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqkbASAecI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uJ8NOfFUQ1U/s400/P1030871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510897877880175042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something I had to wear for one of my tutorials. And I found out that I don't really like to wear formal-formal. Hahaha. So uncomfortable. Military uniforms are alright. At least they look frigging cool &amp;amp; awesome. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Blogger's lousy. I can only upload up to 3 photos at a time. Anymore, it always comes up with this "Error Bad Request" thingy. It's rather irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, by the way, the photos aren't in chronological order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did I mention that Kor-Kor (another cousin of mine) is here in Perth with us now? Yup. 4 in the house. And Mama's coming over in... Erm... October I think? Yup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh, one of my uncle, he had undergo this major operation, which was potentially life threatening. Glad that's over now. But the scar looks kind of scary. It was huge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me... Or is it. Nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! Oh!&lt;/strong&gt; Recently, actually, tonight, had this fellow named Koh Han Rui Henry from ZHSS, 2E5 2003, he left me a message on Facebook. Well, it's to do with this grads' reunion for the batch of 2005 ('cos we didn't had a prom &amp;amp; there wasn't like a proper see-off/send-off thingy). I was the one driving it, along with lots of help from my buddies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm getting out of point here. Thing is, I think he thinks I'm a teacher! Hahaha. Damn it. 'Cos he mentioned that it's Teachers' Day soon, but he can't get back and visit due to national duties. So, he wished me "Happy Teachers' Day". I've no idea to laugh, or to cry. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at Dalvin's birthday, was drinking with Desmond. Well, Kor &amp;amp; Victoria had a lot more to drink than me. But I really couldn't take it 'cos I was way too full for any hard liquor. I think Shermin would have love it though. Hahaha. The drinks were &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; strong. And they went without mixers, by the shots. I never had a tougher drinking session before. Wahahaha. But it was pretty fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, that's that. Got to wake up in the morning tomorrow to get started on my essay. 1500 words. By Wednesday. &lt;em&gt;*Dreads*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7165606783677833576?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7165606783677833576/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7165606783677833576' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7165606783677833576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7165606783677833576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-still-spartans.html' title='We are still Spartans!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/THqXLNhBU6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agqrPlIcanY/s72-c/P1040001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7303016372539943708</id><published>2010-08-18T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:21:56.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Spartan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Blog's about... 2.5 years old. And this is my 300th post. So... In months... That's... Erm... Approximately... 10 posts per month? Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it's been 3 weeks into semester. And I'm having field studies like once every week. 1st week, needless to say. 2nd week, Monday, headed out. This week, had actually made 2 field studies. One was a visit to Parliament. (Photos another time. Maybe tomorrow.) That's on Tuesday. And today, went to the city &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; for another field study. But thankfully, it was another area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today sure was a rush. It was like, Field study, then headed back home, changed to a suit, went to school. Yea. And it's like my first time wearing a suit. &lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt; Yea, I know. I'm not one to really wear formal. I don't feel quite comfortable in it actually. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, it's not my first time. There was one time I'd worn it as a kid. I think I was only in kindergarten then. Small kid in a suit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, alright, recalling, the other time I had worn something similar to a suit. Number 2. That's about as close I get to formal-formal wear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And wow. Went grocery shopping just now, the bill was amazing. It was like, buying for a class barbeque kind of price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;___________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day, me &amp;amp; my cousins were having a late night coffee. Then, one of them started this game of hang-man. The theme was movie. Came a few, and I decided to go with an unfathomable one. The clues I gave was that it was a war/fantasy movie. Loosely historical. And not to think alphabets, but to think characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, well, yeah. The answers kind of related to this post. Wahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;___________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's cold, I'm still in shirt &amp;amp; pants, I want to shower. Exercise first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn. I missed an episode of "Lie to Me" today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7303016372539943708?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7303016372539943708/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7303016372539943708' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7303016372539943708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7303016372539943708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-spartan.html' title='We Are Spartan.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6280649202555398681</id><published>2010-08-12T16:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:09:55.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you dare think I'm so free to blog every now &amp;amp; then now. I have a lot of stuff to do actually. It's just that today's my free day, and it's raining, so, not really in the mood to be doing any work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In compensation, I'll be staying back at school tomorrow to re-organise myself, set things straight, and get started on a few assignments. That's the goal for tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And come to think of it. I'd never stayed back in school before. Not since I went into university. Goes to show how much of a slacker I am. And to think I was so determined to work hard for university. Academics is just not my cup of tea I suppose. Still, I think there's a slight difference in my attitude towards academic now. It's like, at least now, I take my assignments seriously &amp;amp; not just do a swishy-washy one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/discourse-analysis/calvinHobbes-Writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/discourse-analysis/calvinHobbes-Writing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... I still think my wallpaper is freaking cool. Saves energy too. Haha. As in, seriously. 'Cos displaying black is more energy saving than displaying white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about energy, I'd watched a video in one of my lectures last week. I think it's a rather alarming video. Personally, I find it to be way too one-sided and all. But, matter of fact is, it just might happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the video is basically about energy. Energy as in natural gas, fuel, oil. And as much as there are other sources of energy like nuclear, kinetic, solar, hydrogen gas, it's just not as efficient as natural gas. Maybe nuclear is the way to go in the future. Who knows? And it also mentioned a lot on the American suburbs. How energy wasteful they are. And come to think of it, I couldn't agree more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure, suburbs are great to live in and all. Big home, big land, very low density. But the energy required to power these homes, move these people around, is just. Massive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the video was made specially to appear very alarming and such. So to serve as a wake up call for everyone. Oh, and the part about how oil/gas wells has a peak production then it starts to decline. I think that's the scariest part. 'Cos when that happens, it will most probably raise the prices of utilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No!! I don't want to live in the 21st Century anymore. Maybe it won't be that bad for my generation of people. But I don't think I will want to have children anymore. I don't want them to suffer in the future. It's just too unpredictable. Not unless if I become filthy rich, rich enough to last about 2 or 3 lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dptips-central.com/image-files/camera_action1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.dptips-central.com/image-files/camera_action1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The recent hoo-hah about photos between me, sister &amp;amp; my very first &amp;amp; longest buddy of mine got me pretty excited about photography.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and him were saying that we should meet up when I'm back, then go for photographing together. Haha. So, maybe can drag sister along as well. Wahahahaha. Though I must say, I'm not all that confident in my skills. In fact, I'm not even sure if I can do great photography at all. It's just something like an interest, that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, it'll be really cool if for one day, a few friends could just go on a road trip around Singapore &amp;amp; take photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;___________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In between writing this post, went around on Facebook as well. Saw a photo of my friend on her blog ('cos she had linked her blog to Facebook, really, it's like, nowadays, you can link almost anything on the net to Twitter, Facebook, Digg, etc.). So, she's an intern teacher. And, seeing that photo, makes me think back on how I had wanted to go NIE as well. But then, there was my aunt pretty much opposing my idea of heading there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like kids, not as a pedophile. That's a fact. And well, I think a being a teacher ain't all that bad, really. I think it's quite fun too. Just that, perhaps I won't earn as much as a planner. Hah. But hey, that's just my speculation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;___________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGPFBZt_TbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b0NoPnCgMV8/s1600/img001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGPFBZt_TbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b0NoPnCgMV8/s400/img001.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504459797451197874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. I was tempted to put up Sec 3's Racial Harmony day's photo. But I'll leave that for a few more years later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, secondary school was really one of the best times of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides NS. I'll leave that part for another rainy day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose it was really secondary school which created the foundation of me for the me today. All the fun &amp;amp; togetherness of my class in secondary school. Really, I think that is the thing which still makes me hold on so dear to friendships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... I forgot what I wanted to say. But well, my friends are great. They're the next closest thing I have to a family, besides the family itself (it's pretty much self-explanatory, right?). Does that make any sense? I know I suck at showing gratitude &amp;amp; appreciation. But, thanks people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice. I'd finally managed to change the width of my blog. Broader now for bigger photos. Don't like it? Let me know, I'll change it back or something new. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6280649202555398681?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6280649202555398681/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6280649202555398681' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6280649202555398681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6280649202555398681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGPFBZt_TbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b0NoPnCgMV8/s72-c/img001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-4367861222395260237</id><published>2010-08-11T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:05:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University. Academic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, what now. I'm having Batman &amp;amp; Prince of Persia fever. I'm feeling like I'm Batman, 'cos of my wallpaper. It just look freaking awesome. Then Prince of Persia 'cos I've been attacking the game for some time now. Seriously, if I were a small little kid, I'll probably be wanting to wear Batman's or the Prince's costume. &lt;strong&gt;Hah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe break a bone or two by attempting to try their crazy acrobatic moves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... It's been raining for the most part of the day. I'm not complaining. I like rainy days. It sets me in the mood to nua, be emo, get pondering or reflect. Not much chance to pick, it's kind of random. Really see what mood I'm in for the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I kind of think that, whatever we study, is actually a lot more boring than what that line of work is like. As in, the job itself is actually pretty interesting and all. But the process of getting into that profession, studying and such, is most of the time dull &amp;amp; mundane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, as one of my lecturer had put it from another source, university/tertiary studies isn't really about, how should I put it, teaching students the know-how of being in a line of work. The technicality of the work &amp;amp; such. That is mostly the work of the company itself. Rather, university is more about equipping students with the ability to think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I strongly believe that it should be this way as well. Of course, there is still technical knowledge &amp;amp; skills that the university is required to teach. Like architecture drawings, planning laws, etc. 'Cos, really, when we go out into the economy, different companies have different practices. And within that, different mentors will have different approaches. So, it's really quite impossible for university to get us off our feet into the the economy on day one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess, after my brother showed me this link from Singapore government career website, I got more or less at ease with my course. Although I was pretty sure that what I study here will be relevant to Singapore's context. But when I had compared my course syllabus with Singapore's syllabus, it's quite different. Singapore's course is known as Real Estates. Yea, I know. Mine sounds &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cooler than that. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't say huge discrepancies. But it was big enough to set me pondering. But after today, I guess my doubts &amp;amp; questions were pretty much answered. For the website had stated a degree in a few different courses as a requirement. And Urban &amp; Regional Planning was part of them. &lt;strong&gt;Boo-ya&lt;/strong&gt;! So, thanks to him for whatever reason that he happened to chance upon that article.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so well, my dear friends. What kind of a job will you be applying for when you head out to the workforce? You know, the thought of it always get me excited &amp;amp; picture how the future will be like. Every time I think of the future, I'll always be bouncing on my feet if I'm standing. Or bouncing in my chair if I'm seated. It's just so exciting, isn't it, the future?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, oh... Thinking about me &amp;amp; my friends in the future. I guess that we may pretty much be adults in age &amp;amp; all, but I'm betting we'll still be like kids when we meet up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to academic stuff, I'd always question myself, what exactly is the bloody hell in the world higher order thinking or think in-depth? It's like, I've been told that it's something important for higher education &amp;amp; for a good job in the workforce. But, unfortunately, I've never been able to grasp the concept of thinking in-depth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some had say it's answering the questions: who, what, when, where, why &amp;amp; how. Especially on the why &amp;amp; how part. But, but, but, I would like to think that there is more to this than the in-depth. If this is just it, then, frankly, I'm pretty disappointed and feel cheated. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, yeah. Perhaps it's considering those questions, &lt;strong&gt;plus&lt;/strong&gt;, an all-round view of the issue/scenario/situation/case at hand. And analysing the reasons/sources/factors behind it. Then, from what you have gathered, arriving at a solution. And for the ultimate students, it's not just arriving at a solution, it's coming out with the best solution out of a worst case scenario kind of thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But come to think about it. The underlying questions still go back to why &amp;amp; how. Irritating. Maybe one day, when I'm established enough, well-known enough, reputable enough, I'll come out with a new question word for students of the future to ponder on. Maybe something like, "Wassup". "Wassup is the current situation of Singapore youngsters?" "Wassup they are getting from bad to worse in matters of discipline?" Yeah right, who am I kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's still raining out. And I think I'll head to bed pretty soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and for those who managed to read this far. If you own a blog, or use to, maybe you want to try reading your older posts when you're free. Read through from the first to the last/latest/recent posts. Hahaha. I did a bit of archive reading today. It was... Erm... A rather horrible experience. I didn't know whether to laugh or to shrink at what I had posted in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, for me, the most interesting part was the style of writing which had changed over the years. Heheh. And, of course, the context of the posts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And apologies for the super long post without any photos/pictures. I'll try to include at least one picture in each post next time. May they be relevant or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's that for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4367861222395260237?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4367861222395260237/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4367861222395260237' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4367861222395260237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4367861222395260237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/university-academic.html' title='University. Academic.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-3325698075335305598</id><published>2010-08-09T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:38:21.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJpDVvMWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/T1zgiVymTCQ/s1600/P1030674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJpDVvMWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/T1zgiVymTCQ/s320/P1030674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503690820499222882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Australia's sky is just oh-so-blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJovhcqGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhE0hgkDH38/s1600/P1030643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJovhcqGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhE0hgkDH38/s320/P1030643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503690815179630690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st of some more field trip in 2nd Semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJoL54iSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eVmIXuh1CBw/s1600/P1030690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJoL54iSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eVmIXuh1CBw/s320/P1030690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503690805618444578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, that's how long my hair is right now. And the only way is longer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, some sight seeing field trip it was. And I have no idea how studying trees have anything in relation to planning. Soil, type of land it is, yeah... But trees? Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And disgustingly, despite having to summarise a 89 pages document, I'm still blogging. I'm finding it quite irritating, this procrastination that I &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; have to do before I get started on the work. And to think it's already a late submission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the field trip. Basically, went around the coastal region to study the trees &amp;amp; soil type of different types &amp;amp; age of land.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And our first 2 stops was in the woodland &amp; amp; forest. So it was really weird to be seeing so many colours (what we, students, were wearing) among the greens.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, going back into the forest once more just make me think of the army. And army = out-fields = camouflage. But it was a mass of colours. Haha. It was just weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Didn't really catch the NDP yester-night. First in many years to not actually watch NDP, or even watching it from the tee-vee, much less needing it to stream from the internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I just realised, from one of my recent photos, and as much as I dislike to admit it. I look round now. &lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes. As in, seriously round. My face is just like. One &lt;strike&gt;circle&lt;/strike&gt; sphere. Hahaha. And to think I still have a bet going on with this girl who's planning to get slimmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm betting that I'll lose now. Anyone want to take that bet? Hahaha. I look so round, and she's appearing as a model for amateur photographers. And by appearing as a model, it's not a one-off thing. There goes my free Ben &amp; Jerry's ice-cream. Boo-hoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing. I've been wanting to get started on my calligraphy for the longest time now. But seeing how I'm going to be rather busy for this semester, I'm not too sure if anything's going to work out or not. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one of my cousin is officially down. Down with the sickness. That's a song title. Anyway, she's sick. So that's that. And I don't understand these &amp;amp; that, that &amp;amp; these. It's just, a bit illogical? Haha. I understand the rationale for it. But it just illogical. If that does make any sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shan't bother anymore. And no, crying doesn't make one sick. That's just absolute &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to school stuff. This semester's loaded with a few group works. I don't mind group work actually, that is if it's good &amp;amp; productive group work. But my group work so far doesn't seem to have a very group-work-feel to it. Hahaha. Still, just got to live with it. After all, stuff like this happens in the working class as well. And it gets worse from there. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, reviewing my post, it seems pretty disorganise. But, hey, I'm just spouting off from whatever comes out of my head. So, there's not much of an order. As organise as I may appear to be, my head or rather thoughts just isn't all that organise as I appear to be. It's always a mambo-jumbo-jumble of thoughts &amp;amp; stuff. Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... That should be about it. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3325698075335305598?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3325698075335305598/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3325698075335305598' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3325698075335305598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3325698075335305598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/australias-sky-is-just-oh-so-blue.html' title='Update'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TGEJpDVvMWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/T1zgiVymTCQ/s72-c/P1030674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-9018198856879022594</id><published>2010-08-09T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:30:33.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Busy busy for this semester. There's gonna be lots of field trips to do. More so than all years combined in Junior College or Secondary School. Alright, maybe not Secondary School. Still, field trips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... It's been kind of... A bit. A little dull these past few days. It feels like I'm just stoning &amp;amp; going through motion. Kind of like, you know, that show, "&lt;em&gt;Click&lt;/em&gt;" starring Adam Sandler? All those moments he fast forward? Hahaha. Something like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Day&lt;/span&gt; today! Yep. Happy Birthday Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was on Skype just now. Saw my 2 niece. And the small one has changed pretty much. Looks so much like her sister. But... Erm. Rounder. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. But she's cute laar. The last I saw them was... Right, when I left for Singapore. Gosh. Seems ages ago, yet not so long ago at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. Out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-9018198856879022594?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/9018198856879022594/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=9018198856879022594' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9018198856879022594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/9018198856879022594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Fast Forward.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-504770078818389576</id><published>2010-08-01T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:36:27.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winter break's over now. School starts tomorrow. And I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't feel sad, neither am I that happy. Neutral?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School days starts once more. And I foresee myself being busier this semester. Might get a job. Hopefully take up a license. Start working on my online gallery. Hoping to get involve in an association/club. And studies on top of it all. Sounds a lot huh. Oh well, here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To a new semester &amp;amp; beyond!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-504770078818389576?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/504770078818389576/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=504770078818389576' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/504770078818389576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/504770078818389576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/08/semester-2.html' title='Semester 2.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2111646784729440363</id><published>2010-07-25T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:59:46.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterchef!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been quite some time since I had last watched a... Erm... TV Serial, competition show, reality(?) show with so much anticipation &amp;amp; suspense. It's like, my heart was thump-thumping away. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... The show's "&lt;strong&gt;Masterchef&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rarely watched TV shows, and this is one of them. It's just amazing. And &lt;em&gt;yip-pee&lt;/em&gt; to the results &amp;amp; the winner! Was so glad that the one fellow I supported early on in the show won the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.alwaysonsale.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/masterchef-australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 193px;" src="http://blog.alwaysonsale.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/masterchef-australia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be looking forward to it's next series. "Junior Masterchef". But I think it will be a damn demoralizing show for me. Kids whipping out restaurant standard dishes. I'll be put to shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Hopefully, I'll be able to convert my license tomorrow. And I think I'll be taking up some lessons con-currently with my studies next semester. And hopefully, on top of working at some nearby shops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2111646784729440363?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2111646784729440363/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2111646784729440363' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2111646784729440363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2111646784729440363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/masterchef.html' title='Masterchef!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8363135601064051212</id><published>2010-07-22T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:33:14.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... Work was rather dull yesterday. Spent the whole day pouring nougats into the tank. Good training though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had the day off today. Started a late night chat, which went early into the night. It was good. Catching up with friends in Singapore. Well, though had to forgo the movie session, but it's a cheap trade. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did a number of stuff today. Cycled to get eggs from the oriental market. Went for some grocery shopping. Then had intended to go convert my driving license. But, bloody hell. How could I ever forget to bring my bank statement along with me? I actually remembered to bring the passport, ran back to get it actually, but I forgot the bloody bank statement. Argh. Irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mind's a blank. I really should get to start blogging whenever I know what I want to put down, else, I'll just forget every single damn thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. On a side note, I'm quite hooked onto Body Shop's moisturizer. The lemony one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realised I'm getting kind of lazy to upload photos onto blogger nowadays...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TEnPI2ExidI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yjJJdjZmUGI/s1600/P1030369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TEnPI2ExidI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yjJJdjZmUGI/s320/P1030369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497152571043842514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of like Homer Simpson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;font color="#fff8c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D'Oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8363135601064051212?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8363135601064051212/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8363135601064051212' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8363135601064051212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8363135601064051212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TEnPI2ExidI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yjJJdjZmUGI/s72-c/P1030369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-6384881273939397802</id><published>2010-07-19T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:17:11.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work... At the factory is pretty interesting. Sure, I repeat some or most of what I do every single day. But, once in a while, I get to do some new stuff. Here's a few photos form my workplace. Erm... I nick them while there weren't anyone watching. So, keep this to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERrbcqeLVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EjzxvE7Cgd4/s1600/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERrbcqeLVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EjzxvE7Cgd4/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635564593818962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Assorted Nougats ready to be packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERrbIFO6HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grCCnNdRXgU/s1600/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERrbIFO6HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grCCnNdRXgU/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635559068919922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mess that the stupid machine made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERramjyfYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_eT-Rxh0QPI/s1600/DSC00051.JPG"&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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERramjyfYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_eT-Rxh0QPI/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635550070275458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I keep getting cut from the stupid cardboard &amp;amp; nougats-packaging. Also, kind of stupidly seriously injured (sprain) my pinky. Right hand at that. Its still able to function. Just not that well. And it's oh-so-obviously swollen. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a good work out at the factory. Hahaha. Carrying stuff here &amp;amp; there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... It's about 2 more weeks to start of semester, including this week. I'm looking forward to it, but kind of dreading it as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Need to hurry up &amp;amp; settle my return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6384881273939397802?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6384881273939397802/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6384881273939397802' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6384881273939397802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6384881273939397802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/work_19.html' title='Work'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TERrbcqeLVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EjzxvE7Cgd4/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-8472667210053429022</id><published>2010-07-14T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:26:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've no idea why, but working 4 to 5 days a week, it's kind of taking a little toll on me. It's like, I feel tired each time I get home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... No pictures today. I wished I could take a picture of the container though, with some of them boxes inside. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... Erm... Back to topic. Working. It's not that I hate it. It gives me some income, so, I'm all good. Just got to pull through. Just have it to take it like some 1 month outfield mission. Okay. Actually, that's more tiring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just the other day, was on Skype with Papa. I believed it was around 1800+hours. It just felt weird. 'Cos it's like, totally dark-night over here, yet it's bright as day over there. Although the time is the same, the lighting is totally different. Strange new experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got my results from Semester 1 back. I think I did pretty decent. Though hoped that one of my units did better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else... What else...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Predators&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" yesterday. And damn, it's awesome. Action from start to end. Suspense that kills. It's like "&lt;em&gt;Van Helsing&lt;/em&gt;". Action, action, action. Bam, boom, pow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8472667210053429022?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8472667210053429022/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8472667210053429022' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8472667210053429022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8472667210053429022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8968891369707228223</id><published>2010-07-08T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:44:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. So, today, I went to work on my own. Took the bus, transferred to another bus. It was quite a distance. And it was my first time taking the bus there on my own as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what. I overshot my stop. By a lot. A lot as in the distance, not the number of stops. Alighted &amp;amp; took the other direction. I intended to reach at 0800hours, but I was there at 0830hours. Not too bad I guess, considering the public transport here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I must say, the bus drivers here are generally very much nicer than those in Singapore. They're friendlier. Haha. It's like, I can tell them my travel-difficulty situation without a second thought. And it feels like they're genuinely interested in helping you. And not just 'cos it's their job. Very unlike those in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thankfully, I don't think I have to pay for the trip back. They have a very much different fare system here in Perth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, today, at work- Oh wait. I didn't state what I did, right? Basically, I'm kind of like a factory odd-job dude. From production line (packing boxes &amp;amp; dumping sweets into the mixer) to carrying weights to stamping stuff. That's what I'm doing so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I so wish I could take my camera as I work. There's like 2 or 3 compositions I would like to take so far. I think it's quite exciting. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it rained today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I really really extremely regretted not bringing my camera with me. I did on my first day. But not today. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was returning home, and it rained or was raining. And the sun was setting. That's approximately 1700hrs. And, like. Z.O.M.G. The sky was just fascinating. It was absolutely gorgeous. Like, there were the clouds in the shade of orange &amp;amp; pink. There was the sun, over the horizon (though blocked by buildings), its orange spears of light radiating from it. It was just beautiful. I could have confess to a girl with that kind of scenery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, on the other side of the horizon, there was this queer color. I'm guessing it's pretty far away. Can't quite describe it, but, it was strangely beautiful as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/16/c5/d0/amazing-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/16/c5/d0/amazing-sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://courses.spectrum.sd61.bc.ca/teacherFolders/Environment/Pictures/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://courses.spectrum.sd61.bc.ca/teacherFolders/Environment/Pictures/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I don't have a photo, could only find a similar picture. Oh, and I don't have to work tomorrow. Haha. Though I'm saying the work's okay, but it's pretty tiring. Good thing I've been through the Army &amp;amp; OCS. Been there, done that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just today's work, reminded me of those good old days of being in OCS. "Everything out, everything in." Or maybe things like, "How long did you think you took? I gave you 5minutes right. And you take 5minutes, 7seconds. &lt;em&gt;Sa-mu-lah&lt;/em&gt;." And then after everything, "See, you can actually do it. 2minutes. Well under the timing I gave. Good, I expect things to be like this in the future."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8968891369707228223?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968891369707228223/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8968891369707228223' title='1 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8968891369707228223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8968891369707228223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1027327579490931288</id><published>2010-07-06T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:57:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh... Complete failure at attempts to making a new blog. Alright. Minute success. But major failure. I know blogger had a new underlying template. It's pretty cool. But hard to customise. Irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My only saving grace is that I've started one at Word Press. I wish it was on blogger though. Easier to manage and the likes. Besides, blogger's interface looks very much cleaner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, starting out a job tomorrow. But, will still keep at the drawings for sale thingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1027327579490931288?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1027327579490931288/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1027327579490931288' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1027327579490931288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1027327579490931288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/pain.html' title='Pain.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2112457004780982366</id><published>2010-07-04T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:33:10.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food &amp; Wine Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I suddenly remembered that used to be my Secondary 3 &amp;amp; 4 class's catch phrase or signature war-cry kind of thing.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, time for some photos. Not going to wait till 0200hours for that. I'll concuss before that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuyCJ1AXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jH_vAbzdv88/s1600/P1030244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuyCJ1AXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jH_vAbzdv88/s320/P1030244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490080120359420274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner, 270610.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuxpOQyNI/AAAAAAAAABs/-gxlTpiE1rg/s1600/P1030242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuxpOQyNI/AAAAAAAAABs/-gxlTpiE1rg/s320/P1030242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490080113667131602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner, 270610.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuyu1I2rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bFaXqt2u3tc/s1600/P1030259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuyu1I2rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bFaXqt2u3tc/s320/P1030259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490080132352236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner, 280610. Lunch, 290610. Dinner(soup), 290610.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxUpRfHEI/AAAAAAAAACE/m8sLnZKtF68/s1600/P1030264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxUpRfHEI/AAAAAAAAACE/m8sLnZKtF68/s320/P1030264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490082913999330370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner, 010710.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxVjuSuJI/AAAAAAAAACM/roxtFj8TUFA/s1600/P1030271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxVjuSuJI/AAAAAAAAACM/roxtFj8TUFA/s320/P1030271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490082929689409682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teddy: "I want food! I want food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxWmzIEkI/AAAAAAAAACU/tTeyJQDE8QU/s1600/P1030274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCxWmzIEkI/AAAAAAAAACU/tTeyJQDE8QU/s320/P1030274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490082947694858818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Itadakimasu!" Dinner, 030710.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCzGxRUu_I/AAAAAAAAACc/HlbmPx2RIks/s1600/P1020893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCzGxRUu_I/AAAAAAAAACc/HlbmPx2RIks/s320/P1020893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490084874651220978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double-deck sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCz1OdS1yI/AAAAAAAAACk/KS1wl9sWzcs/s1600/P1030020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCz1OdS1yI/AAAAAAAAACk/KS1wl9sWzcs/s320/P1030020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490085672760039202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow Crab (common).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there's my own cooked dinner that I had for the 7days I was home alone. Well, there were others, much simpler ones. I only took the simple &amp;amp; beyond ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yea. Being alone does stuff to you. Not that I'm complaining. It &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; gives you inspiration for taking interesting photo shots/composition. Playing with your props yeah? I actually had a few more sandwiches stuff. But, I decided to stop them. I've done too many &amp;amp; it's taking quite an effort to continue them diligently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About that crab, well, that's the commonly seen crab around Perth. In the Chinese restaurant at least. Kind of huge aren't they? Or maybe it's 'cos I haven't seen Singapore common crabs for too long and forgotten the usual size of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about crabs, I was making a business trip to the old Turf Club one day. And... It was great fun. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt; We (me &amp;amp; the secretary) didn't exactly got lost, but we got '&lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt;'. Yeah. And we chanced upon this seafood restaurant there (Chinese duh). And I tell you. Their crabs were &lt;strong&gt;bloody-big-ass-titanical-humongous&lt;/strong&gt;. So big,  they could become a chest plate and have their legs wrap around your body. Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC80fdeV5I/AAAAAAAAACs/K3dnwPyfnhY/s1600/P1030265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC80fdeV5I/AAAAAAAAACs/K3dnwPyfnhY/s320/P1030265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095555748976530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Food &amp;amp; Wine Show 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC800fTh2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kqAtUIA9zNY/s1600/P1030267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC800fTh2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kqAtUIA9zNY/s320/P1030267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095561393801058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golden Boronia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC815l5YvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4K9c8e8nKlo/s1600/P1030275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC815l5YvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4K9c8e8nKlo/s320/P1030275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095579943494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packs after packs of nougats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_DNJY8NI/AAAAAAAAADE/9dm90atQw7g/s1600/P1030277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_DNJY8NI/AAAAAAAAADE/9dm90atQw7g/s320/P1030277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490098007554191570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fifth Leg. They had some dishes by Australia's Masterchef celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_Dhh5V8I/AAAAAAAAADM/RDNGEm-KhRY/s1600/P1030282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_Dhh5V8I/AAAAAAAAADM/RDNGEm-KhRY/s320/P1030282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490098013025687490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mains by George Calombaris. Braised Chicken and Celery Fricassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_ELI1GRI/AAAAAAAAADU/84Zv5gJCOHI/s1600/P1030284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDC_ELI1GRI/AAAAAAAAADU/84Zv5gJCOHI/s320/P1030284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490098024194840850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDImzoGwWI/AAAAAAAAADc/YATKlgzNuiw/s1600/P1030285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDImzoGwWI/AAAAAAAAADc/YATKlgzNuiw/s320/P1030285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490108514783641954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty crowded on Sunday. After the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDInzZ0V0I/AAAAAAAAADk/tV2USdLnUdo/s1600/P1030293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDInzZ0V0I/AAAAAAAAADk/tV2USdLnUdo/s320/P1030293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490108531903584066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at some Korean restaurant. With authentic Koreans. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDIo6oSU_I/AAAAAAAAADs/502wQcxamfA/s1600/P1030294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDIo6oSU_I/AAAAAAAAADs/502wQcxamfA/s320/P1030294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490108551023186930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. So, my 3days at this Good Food &amp;amp; Wine Show was pretty interesting. And my dear cousin said she never heard me talked so much before. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New &amp;amp; not so new people I saw there, there was Audrey. Yes, Audrey, Audrey. Haha. But a big difference between the 2. &lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt; And, Day 3 saw someone new. Thea, so I think her name was spelled. And Day 3 was pretty busy. Maybe 'cos it's a Sunday, and it's the last day of the show. Oh well, good experience in all. Though every night back was filled with the smell of sausage &amp;amp; barbecued &amp;amp; grilled food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And although they said it was a Good Food &amp;amp; Wine Show, with wine as the latter word, there seemed to be more wine than food. As in, seriously. Everywhere I walked, there was at least a stall which does wine or alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, there was this one stall which had cheese ball. Fried cheese ball. And it. Was. Heavenly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was pretty tough to be waking up so early. Like, the weather's cold, everything's cold. Except for the bed &amp;amp; underneath the blanket. &lt;strong&gt;Haha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, since I had to wake up so early, I had to sleep early as well. And... I wasn't so comfortable with it at first. Been sleeping late for far too long, which kind of sucks. 'Cos i actually like waking up early. But here... I don't think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... All in all, I think these 3 days were really interesting &amp;amp; fun. Got to see a thing or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a picture of one of my best-est-best friend during the last week of June &amp;amp; possibly this month. I'd hugged it if it weren't so hot. Literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDhn7oD30I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fh10EbzgIM0/s1600/P1030241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDhn7oD30I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fh10EbzgIM0/s320/P1030241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490136021901500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDhnaMWNUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CsGbfRzXLiw/s1600/P1030234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDhnaMWNUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CsGbfRzXLiw/s320/P1030234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490136012926891330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think I might have burnt one of me toys when I was trying to heat it up. Not too sure. 'Cos it smelled a bit charred... &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one last thing. Something Tracy Jie had been harping on it ever since she saw it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, not that it's something unpleasant. Once in a lifetime thing it was. Hahaha. Well worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDPBGR6QII/AAAAAAAAAD0/0BzMQWlqXKg/s1600/P1030290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDDPBGR6QII/AAAAAAAAAD0/0BzMQWlqXKg/s320/P1030290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490115563537186946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2112457004780982366?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2112457004780982366/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2112457004780982366' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2112457004780982366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2112457004780982366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-food-wine-show.html' title='Good Food &amp; Wine Show'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TDCuyCJ1AXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jH_vAbzdv88/s72-c/P1030244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7305921065183667</id><published>2010-07-02T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:54:35.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill. Cold. Freezing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. So today wasn't so bad after all. But, doesn't mean I've changed my mind about sales. Still, not that bad an experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And with regards to my permanent-temporary job. I'm seriously considering art now. As in, drawing stuff to sell. I'm guessing it's going to be a nightmare to actually start this 'project'. So, going to take it step by step. And the first, is planning things out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... My laptop feels damn cold to the touch now. Hate it when the weather gets cold. 'Cos it means my fingers will probably freeze when I start using it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's getting unbelievably cold this few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TC3tiEXmL1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZOIBYjzFy3c/s1600/temperature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TC3tiEXmL1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZOIBYjzFy3c/s320/temperature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489304690378551122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture says it all. And it only gets colder &amp;amp; colder as the night progresses. And I think something's wrong with me. 'Cos I'm in a tee-shirt &amp;amp; shorts only right now. That, or I'm too good at adapting to changing climate. &lt;strong&gt;Haha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my fingers are still freezing. Boo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now... There was something I want to mention... But I just can't seem to recall what the bloody hell in the world it was... Argh. Me &amp;amp; my failing memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevermind. Photos tomorrow (hopefully)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7305921065183667?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7305921065183667/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7305921065183667' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7305921065183667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7305921065183667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/chill-cold-freezing.html' title='Chill. Cold. Freezing.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TC3tiEXmL1I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZOIBYjzFy3c/s72-c/temperature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-8040065352409336453</id><published>2010-07-01T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:16:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. So, I've got to wake up super duper early tomorrow. Need to be at the Convention Center at 0900hrs. Actually, I think it was 0930hrs. But since I'm not so sure, might as well be there earlier. Besides, it's only ½hr earlier. I can live with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm heading there for temporary work. Apparently, Veron needed people there, so she called me. But that doesn't mean I've stop my job-hunting. I'll always be on the lookout for jobs now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I gave city going a miss today, since I'm heading out tomorrow. Just, taking the time to slack around at home now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I woke up late today. Alarm was set at 0930hrs. But I snoozed it till 1100hrs. Awesome right. Well, that's not good. Got to kick the habit of sleeping in. Even thought it's just so bloody comfortable to be snuggling under the blanket, warm &amp;amp; cosy. As opposed to waking up &amp;amp; facing the cold, splashing yourself with ice cold water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... The one week of home alone is about to end. No strange &amp;amp; bad guys to disturb though. Just weird noises &amp;amp; shadows here &amp;amp; there. &lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I burnt the hairs off my left hand today. Accidentally. While cooking. 'Cos I hovered my hand a tad too close to the fire while shifting the pot. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to tell the truth. I'm kind of nervous to be going tomorrow. Hahaha. Sales. Not exactly my thing, yar? Still, got to work at it. Not my thing doesn't mean I don't have to do it. Just got to brave it &amp;amp; work it through. &lt;em&gt;*Gulp*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8040065352409336453?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8040065352409336453/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8040065352409336453' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8040065352409336453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8040065352409336453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-now.html' title='What Now.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-2576804264991053664</id><published>2010-06-30T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:51:43.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel so much more satisfied now. Though I'd skipped lunch, but the house looks better now, at least the inside. Vacuumed the whole place. And it took the whole morning for me to vacuum just one bloody carpet. &lt;strong&gt;Argh&lt;/strong&gt;. Main reason for all the hair stuck on it. It just gets on me nerves. Irritating stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cleaned out the kitchen as well as toilets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn, this is like some housewife's blog now. Irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yeah. Haven't really step out of the house, 'cept to get some groceries. Was told by Jie there will be some sale going on at the city. Maybe shall check that out tomorrow. If I'm in the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, maybe I'll give Rottnest a go tomorrow. That, or on Friday. Let's see how things go first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it feels quite good to be home alone. Hahaha. Plugging my laptop into the stereo system &amp;amp; playing music straight off. Plugging my laptop into the tee-vee, doing things from there. Or just simply camping out in the living room for various reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... My mind's a blank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, an Audrey's turning 21 celebration seems to be quite happening. Dressing up as an alter ego. Whatever that is, ought to be interesting. Wonder if the rest of them will do so. Hahaha. It'll be a laugh for me 3,800km away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TCsG5aamfuI/AAAAAAAAABU/0SVq7wdkHPI/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-15+at+15.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TCsG5aamfuI/AAAAAAAAABU/0SVq7wdkHPI/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-15+at+15.16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488488154294288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TCsG51r9FWI/AAAAAAAAABc/cDyaAe9ioKk/s1600/P1030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TCsG51r9FWI/AAAAAAAAABc/cDyaAe9ioKk/s320/P1030011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488488161614828898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, this apple took me approximately an hour to eat. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after some research, I guess I won't be heading to Rottnest anytime soon. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt;. Reason? It's freaking expensive to do so. Like, a ferry ride alone cost about AU$60 to AU$70. That's for a day trip thing. And then there's an entry fee to the island itself (&lt;strong&gt;HUH?! WTF!&lt;/strong&gt;). And on top of that, the bike rental cost AU$20 to AU$30. &lt;em&gt;Sobs&lt;/em&gt;... Jobs... Any job... Where are you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'd realised that a lifeguard job is next to impossible for me now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to the website, closest training place? 300km away. How's that for starters eh? Second, the price of the course is ~AU$490. Now, that won't be as much of a worry if it weren't for number 3. And that is, when I do get the certification, I don't think I'm necessarily guaranteed a job. And last, who knows where the closest pool is? And beach &amp;amp; pool lifeguard are 2 totally different certification. And I'm not too sure if the closest beach here has requirement for a lifeguard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... There are certainly other options. But, me guess it's not going to be easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2576804264991053664?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2576804264991053664/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2576804264991053664' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2576804264991053664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2576804264991053664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/major-sigh.html' title='Major Sigh.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TCsG5aamfuI/AAAAAAAAABU/0SVq7wdkHPI/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-15+at+15.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-64286717763090461</id><published>2010-06-29T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:43:46.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guitar Hero on Wii is actually quite fun. Hahaha. Though I kind of suck at it. Still, it's good fun. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just had the weirdest of dream today. Okay. Maybe 'cos it's an extremely rare occurrence that I can recall a single dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the dream went like this. I was at a swimming pool of sorts. A water carnival was going on. I was part of it. So, was in my swimming trunks, and oddly, my webbing &amp;amp; fieldpack on as well. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt; It was fun &amp;amp; laughter, I was waiting for my turn (at who knows what).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, somehow, one way or another, somebody in the pool started struggling. Then it became drowning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By some miraculously feat, I stripped off my webbing &amp;amp; fieldpack in a second &amp;amp; was at the drowning person's side in an instant. Managed to rescue him/her &amp;amp; got him/her out. And then I received a text message from a friend: "Ponyo! You saved a person!" Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... That's about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'd realised, cooking dinner for 1 person is kind of weird. Yea, you could have your choice of what you want to eat. And you don't have to worry whether the food turns out good or absolutely disgusting. But the portion when cooking just look miserably small. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of think I'm eating 1½ person's portion...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Still no luck with jobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On some other hand, I'm currently having sleeping disorder. Damn it. I really need to adjust my sleeping hours. Start sleeping at 0000hrs instead of 0300++hrs. And waking up at 0700hrs to 0800hrs instead of 1200+++hrs. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-64286717763090461?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/64286717763090461/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=64286717763090461' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/64286717763090461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/64286717763090461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7313372999945309933</id><published>2010-06-25T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:45:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH! AHH!! FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt; What the hell did I just do man?! &lt;strong&gt;AHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Fuck, fuck, fuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh... &lt;strong&gt;Damn it. Damn it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I played through Prince of Persia: The Forgotten Sands, Wii version. And. And. AND. I. Freaking. Accidentally. Skipped. The last scene! &lt;strong&gt;AHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Kind of like. One of the closure scene! Ah... What did I do to deserve this... &lt;em&gt;*Sobs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've no idea whether I can access it from an after game play section... &lt;em&gt;*Sobs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now. I'll be having the whole house to myself for a week. Yep. The. Whole. House. Amazing, isn't it? Haha. Both cousins are away on vacation. Wow. Wonder what I'm going to do over the next few days. Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7313372999945309933?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7313372999945309933/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7313372999945309933' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7313372999945309933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7313372999945309933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/noo.html' title='NOO!!!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8140476857545727926</id><published>2010-06-24T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:05:43.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's cold. So cold. For the whole of today. Ever since I woke up. So cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the house, there's this little, miniature heater. Almost useless unless you're an inch away from it. Well, thing is, I'm using this right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep putting my bolster of a cow, or the cushion of the owl, on it. I'm not sure if it's me or something. But. I keep thinking that I'm seeing smoke. Smoke coming out from underneath my cow. And it's freaking me out. Like, it's going to burst into flames any moment. And I'll probably cry if it does. But that's besides the point. Thing is. Will it even survive long hours on top of the heater? Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Erm. Nevermind. Just random things running through my mind. &lt;em&gt;Definitely, Maybe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe next time, I'll migrate to New York and stay there. Seems pretty interesting enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media2.corbisimages.com/CorbisImage/hover/25/6/2760/25062760/42-25062760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://media2.corbisimages.com/CorbisImage/hover/25/6/2760/25062760/42-25062760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media3.corbisimages.com/CorbisImage/hover/24/23/2718/24232718/42-24232718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://media3.corbisimages.com/CorbisImage/hover/24/23/2718/24232718/42-24232718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though it's kind of strange to think why will I even think about migrating there when I'm older. I've never even been there in my life. Hmmm. Strange indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8140476857545727926?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8140476857545727926/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8140476857545727926' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8140476857545727926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8140476857545727926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8547166452938024906</id><published>2010-06-23T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:45:26.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing a much happening. As usual. Did my job application today. Though...It's not exactly completed. Just missing out on one stupid email address. Then, I should be done with it. That, one, my boss's email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO. What am I applying for? Erm... Coles, Easy Way Tea &amp;amp; Bunnings. Yep. Don't know what's that? Google (Australia) it. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I know I'm irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remembered I mentioned how I have 2 of my friends who went backpacking? Well, just saw one of their profile picture on Facebook. It was an awesomely cool display picture. &lt;em&gt;*Envy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This got me thinking on the places I want to go, should I have the capability to. &lt;em&gt;*Dreaming*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... Egypt's definitely one of them. I think it's quite a possible destination. Visit the deserts. The tombs. The pyramids. It's been a childhood fantasy of mine to go there actually. I think that fantasy was heavily influenced by the Tomb Raider game... Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I suppose Venice is one of those place I would like to visit too. Again, influence from Tomb Raider game. The second series, to be more precise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Machu Picchu seems like an interesting place too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Oh!&lt;/strong&gt; And how can I ever forget Russia. More specifically, &lt;strong&gt;I want to go Chernobyl&lt;/strong&gt;. Chernobyl. It's this place in Russia, near Ukraine, where it's left deserted. Abandoned. I would really really love to go there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's so amazing about the place? Well, I first knew of it's existence from... Erm... A game. Yes, what the hell right. You must be thinking my knowledge of everything comes from games now. &lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/strong&gt;, so, the place have been described by many others as being frozen in time since the nuclear explosion from the plant in April 1986.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since then, the place have been left isolated. A boundary had been set around it to prevent people from entering it so easily. But in recent years, people have start moving back in. Though not to the core of the explosion. More of on the outskirts of the area. And hopefully, it'll stay like that for the next 50 years or so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, during which, hopefully, I get enough funds to go there and have a look for myself &amp;amp; go camera crazy, snapping away at each &amp;amp; every single thing. I'll probably have to bring 2 monsters of a SD card when I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooh... I can't stop dreaming about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, besides Chernobyl, there's this place called the Dancing Forest (I think), due to the nature of the trees. It's... 38km from Curonian Spit. So they say. And while they appear weird. I think they're amazing all the same. Kind of like, a page out from fantasy books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/post-3-12742709789677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 196px;" src="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/post-3-12742709789677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/post-3-12742710452577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 231px;" src="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/post-3-12742710452577.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some of the trees in the forest. No idea how they turn up like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Well, there's this place in the Kamchatka Peninsula. A volcanic area, erm... Caldera of Uzon (that's a volcano). Supposedly, it's near the Valley of Geysers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why there? Well, 'cos there's hot pools, boiling mud pools, hot wells and mud volcanoes. Nothing amazing, yeah. But all these things are found side by side. Okay, not that interesting enough yet. Well, to me, it's the abundant of vegetation there. Not just any vegetation of course, but vegetation &amp;amp; seaweed of extraordinary colors. Yep. I've seen some photos of it. They just look amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 235px;" src="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/uzon-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm... Yeah. It's another photo spot for me. That's one reason why I would like to go there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And gosh. There are so many more places. I just can't name them all here. It'll take too much space &amp;amp; it's too long anyway. Like, even Antarctic is one of the places I would like to go. It will probably be one of my dying regrets that I'd never gone there, since going there for leisure is just a fucking hell of a price. If you get what I mean. And there's also the 7 (past, present &amp;amp; counting) Wonders of the World? Not forgetting more commonly known places like Maldives, Hawaii, Grand Canyon, Nigeria Falls... Ahh! The thought of all these are killing me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Russia's a pretty amazing place, that I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;"Just Follow Law"&lt;/em&gt; today. Yea, I know. I'm slow &amp;amp; lagging. But hey, so what? At least I watched it. And I'm finding it quite hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black &amp;amp; white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8547166452938024906?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8547166452938024906/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8547166452938024906' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8547166452938024906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8547166452938024906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7570536849920697972</id><published>2010-06-20T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:44:15.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>½ Day Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since that movie, I've been playing &lt;em&gt;"Prince of Persia"&lt;/em&gt; almost every single day. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Vic's headed back to Singapore today. Technically, yesterday, since it's past 2359 hours now. Somehow, her going back is making me excited &amp;amp; can't wait for December/January to come. But, I'm quite sure it's just a spur of the moment kind of thing. I think I'll lose that feeling over the next few days. And get it back again in December. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a &lt;em&gt;"Saw"&lt;/em&gt; movie marathon on Friday night. Made through 2, 3 &amp;amp; 4. Towards the end of 4, my cousin concussed. We had 5, but I'd watched it before. So I ended up watching &lt;em&gt;"Tooth Fairy"&lt;/em&gt;. And damn. It &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. Couldn't be worse. So disappointed in you, Mr. Johnson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;"Kick-Ass"&lt;/em&gt; the day after. Had me cracking at the start. Pretty cool fight scenes. Wished it had kept up with its humor till the end though. I seriously thought it was an all-humor-throughout kind of movie. But it sort of let down halfway through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today. Brunch at Exomod. I'm starting to love their Continental Breakfast. It's kind of like, Mac's Big Breakfast. Just more atas looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5NDPKrcAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgQDjXhq1Dc/s1600/P1020918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5NDPKrcAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgQDjXhq1Dc/s320/P1020918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484906114190110722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, did a little window+shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dropped Vic off at the airport &amp;amp; decided to head to Mundaring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a pretty nice place. Rural, trees, greenery, river. Nice place, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5ND_NTGxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WoVSxZwLdTs/s1600/P1030135.JPG"&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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5ND_NTGxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WoVSxZwLdTs/s320/P1030135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484906127086000914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More specifically, Mundaring Weir. That place has this dam there. So, yep. I liked the walk across it. Windy, open space. Scenery you can never get in Singapore. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! OH!&lt;/strong&gt; And they had this ice-cream truck there. I'd always seen it on cartoons &amp;amp; the likes. But never seen a real one &lt;strike&gt;up till now&lt;/strike&gt;. had seen one before, at the old place, Churchland. They had one there, at a parking lot near a park near the Swan river. But buying from one is different. Haha. Cute ice-cream truck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5OAjvnPTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z3E7vh8--gs/s1600/P1030075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5OAjvnPTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z3E7vh8--gs/s320/P1030075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484907167685754162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a picture of me halfway(?) across the dam. Yea. It's windy out there. Which could make places rather cold sometimes. It's not the temperature, but the wind. Unless if you're talking about below 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5OBWGOJQI/AAAAAAAAABE/H_yp2yL2Ins/s1600/P1030119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5OBWGOJQI/AAAAAAAAABE/H_yp2yL2Ins/s320/P1030119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484907181202351362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn it. I have a freaking pimple of my right cheek. It's so outstanding. HAHAHA. The photo above is considered not bad already. Over-exposed by the sun. Argh. Pimples. I wonder what will happen if humans don't have pimples. Not just the simple, "they will look better without pimples" kind of answer. But anatomically. What will happen? Okay. Too much science.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to track. So, hung around Mundaring for the rest of the day. Started heading back around 1700 hours (I think). And, oh! OH! I forgot. I saw the moon too! At around 1530+ hours today! I was quite surprised actually. Never thought the moon could be seen at such a time. In the middle of the day. A picture of it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5SSxeDXyI/AAAAAAAAABM/3rLbnUT-CPs/s1600/P1030062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5SSxeDXyI/AAAAAAAAABM/3rLbnUT-CPs/s320/P1030062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484911878654353186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The small little, roundish speck of white in the sky, near the top left hand corner. Yep. That's the moon. Not a full moon. Which makes it all the more attractive. And rural Australia is pretty amazing. Big land. Open spaces. Big houses. Pretty houses. By the way, it's not all of them like these. Just, the better ones. Haha. Selective sightings. Alright, so I did see the normal ones, but, didn't really focus on them for much details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, to grab some grub. Feeling &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Maybe I should have went to sleep earlier then. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7570536849920697972?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7570536849920697972/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7570536849920697972' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7570536849920697972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7570536849920697972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-trip.html' title='½ Day Trip'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/TB5NDPKrcAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgQDjXhq1Dc/s72-c/P1020918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-2889142716644947307</id><published>2010-06-15T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:34:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice. Wonka's out of the way now. No more "hee-hee-ha-ha-ho-ho" anymore. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally caught Prince of Persia. &lt;strong&gt;And DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt; It's awesome. The action is just non-stop &amp;amp; amazing at the same time. Swing, flip &amp;amp; tumble. And I kind of like that human feel to the character when he does those climbing. Not all supernatural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it seems like no desert-related-with-the-heros-&amp;amp;-action kind of film, it's never complete &amp;amp; one without the protagonist landing in a room full of ladies. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bulk2.destructoid.com/ul/169945-prince-of-persia-seeing-stars-and-scenes-of-the-film/pop-sot-wet-noscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 200px;" src="http://bulk2.destructoid.com/ul/169945-prince-of-persia-seeing-stars-and-scenes-of-the-film/pop-sot-wet-noscale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bulk.destructoid.com/ul/169945-prince-of-persia-seeing-stars-and-scenes-of-the-film/dastan-tamina-horseback-noscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 206px;" src="http://bulk.destructoid.com/ul/169945-prince-of-persia-seeing-stars-and-scenes-of-the-film/dastan-tamina-horseback-noscale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man. Feeling so hyped from the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prince of Persia... Think I'll start on the game tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, I think I'm developing a chaetophobia. Seriously, almost everywhere I go, it's there. When I'm watching tee-vee, when I'm cooking... Even when I'm DOING the LAUNDRY. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is... It's even in &lt;strong&gt;my room&lt;/strong&gt;! I was like, "WTF?! How the hell this got here!?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea. So there you have it. Chaetophia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Why do I get the feeling like, my posts are getting longer &amp;amp; longer. It's like. There's so much more to scroll down now than last time. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and for anyone reading my blog, would you happen to know how to change the width of the blog? Right now, I've 2 extremely huge borders on the left &amp;amp; right of the main body. I want to make it smaller. So that I can put bigger pictures in and not re-size them till that small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks in advance. &lt;em&gt;Hee-hee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2889142716644947307?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2889142716644947307/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2889142716644947307' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2889142716644947307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2889142716644947307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/destiny.html' title='Destiny.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4779302781988366130</id><published>2010-06-10T03:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:04:09.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Evil Shredder attacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, it's a tad small, but I think readers should be able to read. Since I &lt;strong&gt;assume&lt;/strong&gt; most if not all, of my readers are young people with decent eyesight. So, chanced upon this just now. Funny stuff. Both had me cracking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3nxm4UE6Z1qa4iwro1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1276520505&amp;Signature=sUmyy%2FZTBYbiczLXWXzdZ2bwdZA%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 337px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3nxm4UE6Z1qa4iwro1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1276520505&amp;Signature=sUmyy%2FZTBYbiczLXWXzdZ2bwdZA%3D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/0910/ninja-turtle-pizza-party-ninja-turtle-pizza-party-demotivational-poster-1255897645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/0910/ninja-turtle-pizza-party-ninja-turtle-pizza-party-demotivational-poster-1255897645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the second especially. Mainly 'cos I use, and still am (I think), of Ninja Turtles. Like, to me, they stand side by side with Batman &amp;amp; Spiderman. That's how cool they are to me. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in turtles' words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cowa-Bunga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's spelled that way. I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefilmstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/tmnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://thefilmstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/tmnt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just found out that Ninja Turtles going to have a reboot! In 2011. Not sure if it's real, but keeping my fingers crossed. 'Cos what I heard, or rather, read is that they're going to make it darker this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darker? As in Batman-dark-dark? Yep. In case you didn't realise. Ninja Turtles comics started out pretty dark. It was something like Batman. But minus the investigations, one man army and cool gadgets. And replaced with 4 ninjas. Turtles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if it's real, I'll be looking forward to it. 'Cos seriously, the 2007 Ninja Turtles. It was a &lt;strong&gt;titanic&lt;/strong&gt; letdown. The trailer looked damn freaking cool &amp;amp; awesome. But the movie turned out quite nonsensical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. Sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you're wondering, my favorite turtle among those 4? Michaelangelo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4779302781988366130?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4779302781988366130/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4779302781988366130' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4779302781988366130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4779302781988366130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-evil-shredder-attacks.html' title='When the Evil Shredder attacks!'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-3577270574296046210</id><published>2010-06-09T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:25:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't live without games. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swapped "Obscure 2" today. And guess what I swapped it for? "Prince of Persia". &lt;strong&gt;HAH&lt;/strong&gt;. No. I'm not jumping onto the bandwagon. I already notice the existent of the game ever since 1990s. Mid 90s to be more precise. I notice the game some what after I found Tomb Raider. It's just that I haven't really got around to getting it, since it's not exactly a mainstream game. I thought it looked cool, but wasn't sure of the gameplay. And given my financial dependence, no way could I afford it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yep. And I'd realised today, that Wii games are like. Really for the family. XBox has much cooler games. Though they're way more expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dream home, is going to have a Wii console, &amp;amp; a XBox as well. Equipped together with one or two heavily modified PC for gaming. Wii is fun &amp;amp; entertainment for all. But the really awesome games, comes from XBox &amp;amp; PC. In my opinion. Not too sure 'bout a PS though. It doesn't seem all that interesting nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And talking about games, let's go on a little further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think games are like. A work of art. From the adrenaline pumping first person shooters, to heart thumping horrors, to the gut wrenching violence and gore and to the silly and funny games. Obscure 2 is a failure when it comes down to any one genre. It failed to scare (in the long run). It failed to deliver action (non-stop).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about scare. I haven't tried Fatal Frame nor Fear before. Wonder how scary they can get. But &lt;strike&gt;the&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; one horror game I really really will refuse to play alone. At night. Is Silent Hill. Damn it. That game just scare the wits of me. I like how they play with your imagination. And that's a scary thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.vcstar.com/media/img/photos/2009/12/23/silenthill_t300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 426px;" src="http://media.vcstar.com/media/img/photos/2009/12/23/silenthill_t300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to think the game's banned in some countries. Oh. I think Dead Space is quite creepy too. Sci-fi creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14030/851818-dead_space_cover_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14030/851818-dead_space_cover_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, oh. First person shooters game are not bad too. Far Cry 2, Call of Duty, Left 4 Dead, Fear. Just to name a few titans in my opinion. And yes. I don't do Dota or WoW at that. Whatever Dota abbreviates as.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess RPGs are fun too. I like it for their storyline more than the gameplay. And of course, with decent graphics. The only 2 RPGs I played, for its era, with not-so-good graphics, yet I find them totally amazing (even more so than the rest). And I'd even placed them Number 1 &amp;amp; 2 in my list of RPGs played &amp;amp; want to play. Xenogears &amp;amp; Vagrant Story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crithit.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/xenogears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 225px;" src="http://crithit.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/xenogears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hadouken.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/xenogears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://hadouken.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/xenogears.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eightwaymovement.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/vagrantstory-boxart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://eightwaymovement.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/vagrantstory-boxart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.gamesradar.com/images/mb/GamesRadar/us/Features/2009/04/50%20games%20with%20untapped%20franchise%20potential/Screens/Vagrant_Story--article_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 241px;" src="http://static.gamesradar.com/images/mb/GamesRadar/us/Features/2009/04/50%20games%20with%20untapped%20franchise%20potential/Screens/Vagrant_Story--article_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For both games, they have good artworks or concept arts. And it differs greatly from the in game graphics. Still, both games are just epic. And not recommended for kids. It's hard to master the controls for both. But once one get use to it, it's just awesome. Also, the story's kind of deep. There's twist &amp;amp; turns, &amp;amp; well, I didn't really get the story at the start too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Enough about games huh. But I guess I kind of like violent games more than other genre. I mean. To make all that. Is an art form in its own discipline. Of course, there are exceptions. Like Tomb Raider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And how could I forget Metal Gear Solid. And, and Splinter Cell. Aww, shucks. So many great games out there that I'd like to try. But great games have great prices too. For starters, one would need the battleship to mothership of PCs. Nothing less. Else, the game would just get frustrating since it will definitely be lagging most of the time. And... Laptops aren't exactly made for gaming. Maybe the new Mac can. As well as Alienware. Other than these 2, don't think there's anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I should really stop with the games huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well, games. What do I do without them. Life's a living hell without games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-3577270574296046210?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/3577270574296046210/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=3577270574296046210' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3577270574296046210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/3577270574296046210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-live-without-games-period.html' title='Can&apos;t live without games. Period.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8902283404680833407</id><published>2010-06-07T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:33:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatter Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't get it. Blogger not allowing me to upload any photos. And... I just forgot what I wanted to blog about after I'd showered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.guarimgames.com/loja/images/ps2_obscure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 485px;" src="http://www.guarimgames.com/loja/images/ps2_obscure2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I'd completed a game in 2 days? It's an okay game, I guess. Out of 10, I'll give it 6 or 6½. Should be made a movie, instead of a game. Basically, it's kind of like a... Highs school/University thriller-horror genre game. Okay on the 1st play. But not much of a re-playability value. So, now that I'm done with this game, I'm going to go back to the shop and change it for another (better one, hopefully) game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got another game. This one's more fun though. Tenchu: Shadow Assasin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.swiat-gier.com/images/tenchu_wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 485;" src="http://www.swiat-gier.com/images/tenchu_wii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of suck at stealth games. And games that requires timing. But I still think it's a good game. I'll probably be spending tonnes of time, replaying it so that i can get a better rating in the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've yet to watch Prince of Persia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn. I keep forgetting what I want to blog down. &lt;strong&gt;Argh.&lt;/strong&gt; It's starting to get on my nerves, 'cos it's not just one or two times. It's been a few times. In a row. Part of the reason why my blog's been kind of stagnant for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fine. Since I can't recall what I wanted to blog about. I shall put some random stuff here. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. So, recently, I've been quite hooked onto old songs. 1930s to 1950s jazzy old songs. It all started one fine day. When Jie, Vic &amp;amp; I went out for brunch. Then we strolled along the street, ventured into this shop, and it was playing this song. They say by Billie Holiday. So, I've a few of this type of songs now. I'm loving the tune, the mood, the groove. It has this phenomenal feel to it. And I realised it's quite difficult to find such songs on the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing, hopefully, I will clean up the house. It's getting into... Quite an atrocious state. There's... Erm... O.M.G. I can't bring myself to say it. It's too gross. And then there's the outer compound as well. Grass, ant trails. It's getting on my nerves. But there's almost nothing I can do about the grass now. Unless I burn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, to get a job. Yes, still job&lt;strike&gt;less&lt;/strike&gt;-hunting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clean up the oven. So I can get to eat (hopefully) some yummy food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is turning into some, winter resolution list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Workout more. So that I can return to Singapore without the insulation around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start drawing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess that's pretty much it for what I want to do during winter. Oh. And perhaps give Rottnest a go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall go to sleep now. Need to wake up early tomorrow since I'm leaving with Jie early in the morning tomorrow. And. Uber good luck to Vic if she forget her keys again, should she be returning in the morning or afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, then. Good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and thanks for the thoughts Audrey &amp;amp; Valerie. Too bad, it's a one sided thing. ʘ‿ʘ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just kidding. You girls are missed dearly. ツ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8902283404680833407?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8902283404680833407/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8902283404680833407' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8902283404680833407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8902283404680833407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/scatter-brain.html' title='Scatter Brain'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8929154419852678661</id><published>2010-06-01T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:17:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://film-book.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ip-man-2-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://film-book.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/ip-man-2-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;First post from school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've finally watched Ip Man 2! Like. Finally. And just in time too. They had left one time slot per day. And when I went, There were only 4 people in the whole cinema. And that includes me &amp;amp; Vic. And talking 'bout Vic, can't believe she actually fell asleep while watching the show. &lt;em&gt;*Unleash Ip Man's ∞ hit combo*&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morale of the story? I need a new movie partner. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. Volunteers, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done with the bulk of my assignments. Left with the final version of the essay, due this Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And realization hit me today. I've got 1 exam! Although it's just one. But. It's making me damn nervous &amp;amp; anxious. Like, I haven't touch exams in years. And the course structure isn't like what it was in school days. So, pretty hard to get a feel of where you stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next movie to catch. Prince of Persia. And I'd better do it fast. And movies here are like. Fucking ex. Yes. I'll repeat. Fucking ex. Like, there's no other adjective to better describe the degree of its expensiveness. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vinayvasan.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/jake-gyllenhaal-prince-of-persia-movie-poster_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://vinayvasan.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/jake-gyllenhaal-prince-of-persia-movie-poster_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzplRKrSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dD0HHkrxuEg/s1600/P1020798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzplRKrSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dD0HHkrxuEg/s320/P1020798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477630205005311266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;A place which I always pass by should i be cycling to &amp;amp; fro school. Coin laundry is about as exciting as the 'shopping centre' could get. What a letdown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzoKiG-hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4QbRY8LBHQQ/s1600/P1020729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzoKiG-hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4QbRY8LBHQQ/s320/P1020729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477630180648745490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzoqphwwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/woxJ95GwNRg/s1600/P1020802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzoqphwwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/woxJ95GwNRg/s320/P1020802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477630189269795586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzpNHYoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6lGDr6qztag/s1600/P1020844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzpNHYoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6lGDr6qztag/s320/P1020844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477630198521831602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;08&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, made myself a few more sandwich these days. I find them to be quite fun to experiment with. Throwing in whatever you feel like throwing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I apologize for the Willi Wonka thingy. I know it plays automatically. I'm finding it irritating too. So, I'm going to fill up more posts (hopefully), and rush that Wonka's song out of oblivion to the archives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting on the couch in the resource centre, it's just so hard to focus &amp;amp; blog. It's making me yawn every now &amp;amp; then, hypnotising me to sleep. Damn. And I've got a tutorial class at 1200hrs. After that, it's home. Although I'll be back again in school at 1600hrs. Kind of sucks doesn't it? Blame the lousy schedule for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, not recently, but some time back. Almost everyone's blogger/livejournal/tumblr/xanga seems to be of some depressing stuff. What is this? A down period for everyone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Or am I just too happy-go-lucky? I don't know, just spouting nonsense now, trying to make myself stay alert till I get home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh. No idea what to blog about now. Will just stop here. Till I get some inspiration or what-nots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8929154419852678661?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8929154419852678661/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8929154419852678661' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8929154419852678661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8929154419852678661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/06/movies.html' title='Movies!'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/TARzplRKrSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dD0HHkrxuEg/s72-c/P1020798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-8516672566763755938</id><published>2010-05-23T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:30:02.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#82cafa;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. It's been a little busy lately. Alright. Maybe not THAT busy. But. Still. It's this group project which had been bugging me most of the time. But now, hopefully, I'm over &amp;amp; done with it. That's that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gVJOSvRvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/f0iSCYX71Mg/s1600/Concept+Map+2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gVJOSvRvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/f0iSCYX71Mg/s320/Concept+Map+2.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474148595268536050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Concept Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gVJyJhxZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-_y4U_WVboA/s1600/Master+Plan+2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gVJyJhxZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-_y4U_WVboA/s320/Master+Plan+2.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474148604893578642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Plan.&lt;strong&gt;My babies &amp;copy;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All works belong to me. And adapted from source listed. As well as my teammates. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. So, they're not the best of works. But... I've done what I could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on, in other stories. I've turned 21. I don't feel any different actually. As in. Seriously. Like. Life still goes on. Maybe it will move even faster now I'm 21. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gXswbA_yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d7F4D00_rhw/s1600/P1020637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gXswbA_yI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d7F4D00_rhw/s320/P1020637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151404748734242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;So pretty right. The cake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thank you all who came to celebrate my birthday with me. Much much appreciated. I'm not the type to give wow speeches on the spot. And probably not even if I've prepared it. I'm just not the type to thank people straight off like that. But, have faith that it's been appreciated. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. The cake just looks fantastic. So pretty. Can fight with the strawberry cake my Po4 friends gave me on... my... 20th birthday. I think. Yep. 20th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gZ0D2s-OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hq9DCDQ-P4o/s1600/P1020653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gZ0D2s-OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hq9DCDQ-P4o/s320/P1020653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474153729247475938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well, thanks to Jie, &lt;span style="font-family:Kai;font-size:110%;"&gt;二姐&lt;/span&gt; for the totally awesome gifts. The games are awesome. I'm even surprised that she had picked up "Tomb Raider:Underworld". Totally wicked game. And that. No. &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; book. That's just the bomb. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now... What else is there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've yet to watch &lt;span style="Kai;font-size:110%;"&gt;叶问&lt;/span&gt;2. So. Maybe will catch it sometime... Next (next) week. And there's Prince of Persia which I want to catch too. That's coming out soon. Then there's The Last Airbender which I think comes out in July.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_geDMd9twI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zcPkMN9dA0c/s1600/P1020722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_geDMd9twI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zcPkMN9dA0c/s320/P1020722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474158387304183554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Number... 05?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introducing my first double-deck sandwich. It's just ham and egg actually. Nothing amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's getting late. Maybe I should go to rest now. After all, I'm not done with all my assignments yet. And strangely, although I find myself quite busy with assignments these few weeks. I'm still feeling rather alright about it. I wouldn't say there's a lot of stress involved. It's just. Time consuming stuff. Well, I have to think here and there too. But, it's not as bad as when I was in schooling days. How I used to hate school work. I guess this course is still pretty much what I like. But could be much worse for Semester 2. So. Had just mentally prepared myself for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... I just hope that if there's any group work. They'll be willing to work together. Apparently, they don't have the habit of meeting up for group projects. I daresay. That the above 'group project' is pretty much thought of and done by 2 people. Thank goodness for her. I don't know how I'll cope without her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last thing to show from Perth, Western Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_ggxX-f9II/AAAAAAAAAFo/De5iL19kFL4/s1600/P1020510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_ggxX-f9II/AAAAAAAAAFo/De5iL19kFL4/s320/P1020510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474161379690673282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;140510. 0333hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_ggycgQ3zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uvtnlo5csi8/s1600/P1020511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S_ggycgQ3zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uvtnlo5csi8/s320/P1020511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474161398085902130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;140510. 0448hours.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you're wondering. It's not everyday that you see this temperature. They were just freak accidents. Actually. Australia's weather pretty much unpredictable in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8516672566763755938?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8516672566763755938/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8516672566763755938' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8516672566763755938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8516672566763755938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S_gVJOSvRvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/f0iSCYX71Mg/s72-c/Concept+Map+2.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-2537635152075247364</id><published>2010-05-12T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:47:39.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy times. Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah. Sickening. Number of stuff to do over this week. First thing, I've got to finish up a SketchUp model by Friday. And I'm like totally new to SketchUp. Okay, I admit. I sort of did procrastinate a bit. BUT. Even if I didn't, it doesn't matter. Because what I had in mind, was totally different from the tutor's objective. So, thank goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there's the group presentation on Friday which I have not even prepare for. And damn it. I hate doing presentation here. Haha. And also, by Friday, I need to have adequate research materials for the case study, mock-up, negotiation conference/meeting. And all of these stuff. They're graded. Yes. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, next Tuesday, got this individual presentation to do. I'm not complaining. I just don't like to rush stuff. Why can't there be a Wedursday just for this week. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, at least after next week, things should mellow down a bit. Except for that disgusting unit where we'll need to do a model. I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2537635152075247364?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2537635152075247364/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2537635152075247364' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2537635152075247364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2537635152075247364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-times-finally.html' title='Busy times. Finally.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4326645412452159556</id><published>2010-05-08T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:16:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka...&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Chocolatier.&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka...&lt;br /&gt;Everybody give a cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's modest, clever, and so smart,&lt;br /&gt;He can barely restrain it.&lt;br /&gt;With so much generosity,&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to contain it...&lt;br /&gt;To contain...to contain...to contain...to contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka...&lt;br /&gt;He's the one that you're about to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka...&lt;br /&gt;He's a genius who just can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;The magician and the chocolate wiz...&lt;br /&gt;The best darn guy who ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka here he is!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" height="180" width="400" style="width:400px;height:180px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=53339744&amp;path=2010/05/07&amp;mycolor=93faf5&amp;mycolor2=eba8a2&amp;mycolor3=5aa3db&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=7&amp;grad=true"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/53339744" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just what I needed at this unearthly hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4326645412452159556?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4326645412452159556/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4326645412452159556' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4326645412452159556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4326645412452159556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/05/chocolate-factory.html' title='Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-5055256762651944703</id><published>2010-05-04T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:16:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be the best Photoshop/SketchUp dude in class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AvJ2mSG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FNC3W5JViU/s1600/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AvJ2mSG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FNC3W5JViU/s320/P1020274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467421793949195186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above picture is just pure luck. Remember that I fell? Well, took me ages to get my bicycle up &amp;amp; running again. And so bloody thankful that we (as in my brother &amp;amp; I) had a similar problem before with the bicycle. So, so happen I was the one who went to send it for repair. And yep. Watched the uncle repaired the bicycle. And that's how I came to do it on my own. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AwCy-QH8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KZaTtjIvHcE/s1600/P1020332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AwCy-QH8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KZaTtjIvHcE/s320/P1020332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467422772228530114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Number 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AwDnI-xUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9DJVl5WlaU/s1600/P1020439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AwDnI-xUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9DJVl5WlaU/s320/P1020439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467422786232173890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 04&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Number 03 was so-so I guess. Ham with sunny-side. Couldn't really taste my ham. Maybe should have fold it over for a thicker piece instead of spreading it out. And see my sunny egg? Hahaha. Success! But the yolk burst before I could bite into it. &lt;em&gt;*sad*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 04 was just awesome. Pork strip with omelet. Well, partly of the pork actually. The marinate was done (by Mama) good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-Awg2luGKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/usxwd8BsrOo/s1600/P1020278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-Awg2luGKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/usxwd8BsrOo/s320/P1020278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467423288595454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;See the bear?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought it at MYER. I love it. Guess the price? It was a steal. AUD$19.95. Awesome right. Now there's something big in my bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And. I just realised. Macbook Pro. Not the most friendly object to your fingers when the weather's cold. Whenever I leave my Macbook sitting on the desk overnight, the next morning, the whole thing feels as if it's been kept in the fridge to chill. And mornings. Not exactly the warmest of time. Macbook Pro just brought the definition of cool one notch higher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no. I've not complete my essay yet. Brush up the done section tonight. Wake up early next morn', go run. Come back, shower, eat, start on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, some ego strut here. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel damn like the specialist (not pro or god yet) today. Basically, my group mate dropped a bomb on me. So, I had to print a map. It was a coloured map, 1:1000 scale. And the requirement was that scale, on A2 size. Black and white. Buildings are to be black, the roads white. And apparently, people were having problems with it. (&lt;em&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/em&gt;) I admit I had problems as well. But I figured the best way (with my limited knowledge &amp;amp; skill) to go about doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was working the 2nd (better) version of it when people start asking me how to do this &amp;amp; that. Damn, I'm good. &lt;strong&gt;Muahaha.&lt;/strong&gt; How's that for ego. Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's thanks to my &lt;span style="font-family:Kai;font-size:110%;"&gt;二哥&lt;/span&gt; as well. It pays when your brother's does Design. You get to see how he/she does things on this software sometimes. And it rubs off on you over time. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should go shower now... Freaking 8°C now. Oh no... My fingers are cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-5055256762651944703?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/5055256762651944703/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=5055256762651944703' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5055256762651944703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5055256762651944703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-be-best-photoshopsketchup-dude-in.html' title='To be the best Photoshop/SketchUp dude in class.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NDTcJu3XIWk/S-AvJ2mSG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-FNC3W5JViU/s72-c/P1020274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-422848438685782875</id><published>2010-05-03T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:52:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating for a Dream. Not good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understand I haven't been updating for a while. Just. Didn't had the mood nor inspiration for it, though there were some stuff I want to put up here. Will do that some other time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, here I am, procrastinating my essay. Which is due this Friday. Suck thumb right. It's a 2000 words essay. I'm not sure if the reference list is included in the word count, but I'm already 1174 words through it, including reference list. And I've only developed 1.5 sections out of 5 sections. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, was just sieving through research when I chanced upon these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Roof top where I can just nua away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5859.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pool to soak up the water and get wrinkly skin =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Argh... Holiday Villa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staircase to heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/_D2X1775.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh~ The pictures are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5850.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dining Room where there's chillax happens &amp;amp; good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen, where fun-filled experiments take place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img5812.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if it rains, I can still stay out &amp;amp; watch the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img6028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/Img6028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Villa with a view to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all alone out there too! Z.O.M.G.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all these can be yours for just US$5200 a week on off-peak, $6300 on peak periods. Excludes government taxes and air conditioning are metered separately. &lt;strong&gt;Damn.&lt;/strong&gt; Now, I know where I want to spend my 21st already. &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah right. Who am I kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above pictures and info taken from &lt;a href="http://www.tcsafari.tc/villajasmine.htm"&gt;Turks &amp;amp; Caicos Safari&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sister. I know you want to go there also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-422848438685782875?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/422848438685782875/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=422848438685782875' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/422848438685782875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/422848438685782875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/05/procrastinating-for-dream-not-good.html' title='Procrastinating for a Dream. Not good.'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-5371722410109038331</id><published>2010-04-13T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:09:46.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Undress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, just watched this show "&lt;em&gt;Trinny &amp;amp; Susannah Undress&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No. It's not what you think. Not 'bout 2 girls getting undress or what. The show's set in UK. And there's this 2 ladies (I find them quite irritating &amp;amp; bitchy actually), and for this episode I watched, they went around looking into guy's fashion (in UK). Yup. And criticise on it. Well, the criticism was the part I find them bitchy &amp;amp; irritating. 'Cos they were sort of down-right straightforward to the point of rude, arrogant &amp;amp; think they know it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they're not the reason here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the focus of the show that actually caught my attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions for the guys: How do you choose your clothes? What influence you in choosing them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions for the girls: What do you think of guys' way of dressing (both majority &amp;amp; minority)? Do you pick out the clothes you would like your partner to wear, instead of asking them what they would like to wear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the show, there was this mini-experiment with 6 couples. Interestingly, the ladies were the ones actually picking up the clothes for the guys to wear. It's not "What would you like to wear?" But rather, "Why don't you try this on? This looks nice." Or, "Go try this on. I think it looks great." I find it quite disturbing actually. And we're talking about adults here. Like... late 20s to early 30s kind of adults?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not too sure what Singapore's like. But I hope it's better than them. Heheh. So, girls. Do you do the dressing up for your guy? Or do you actually ask for his opinion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're dressing him, let's think back. You first got out with him, 'cos you like him. And think 'bout it. You weren't in his picture before, and yet you dated him nonetheless. Now you're with him, why are you trying to change his style of dressing? By the way, talking about daily wear here. Not, special occasions stuff. Special, you can do it however special you want. Back to trek, that is if he's not okay with it, or you've no idea. I mean, it's perfectly fine if he's cool with it. Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food for thought huh. Well, at least for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys' fashion. Or rather, their sense of fashion. Is it really that bad that they need to make a show out of it? Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-5371722410109038331?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/5371722410109038331/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=5371722410109038331' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5371722410109038331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/5371722410109038331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-undress.html' title='Getting Undress.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-300157724712846633</id><published>2010-04-12T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:31:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Was kind of bored last night. Went to dig the archives of people's blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait. Forgot to do something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Done. I'm starting a daily exercise regime now. 'Cos there's not much opportunities &amp;amp; equipment here for me to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, was reading archives. You know, sometimes, reading people's archives, especially when you're involved or somehow related to it, there's this magical feeling. Sounds gay, I know. But that's how it was for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like, you suddenly find yourself in this old dusty cobweb filled room. Then you start to dust everything away. In the midst of it, you find this old film. You start playing it. And &lt;em&gt;"Whoa."&lt;/em&gt; Guess what. It's all the past activities that you were part of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as I read on about each &amp;amp; every entry, in my mind, it's like a VCR playing. All those moments back then, in the past, spent in school uniforms. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn. The days of being a 4E2-ian. Oh man. So glad I was one of the class member. In my opinion, it's the bestest &amp;amp; fun-est class ever. And as sister puts it, "I-fucking-miss-4E2-syndrome". HAHAHA. Those were &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; days. I do have compiled folders of 4E2 photos. Maybe I should do a video on it. In my free time, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does it take to be a 4E2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading archives can bring back &lt;strong&gt;really, really&lt;/strong&gt; hilarious moments as well. Example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8MAojsdwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lNQm_-wx-rs/s1600/Picture%2B654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8MAojsdwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lNQm_-wx-rs/s320/Picture%2B654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459207870079680514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's a magic trick..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People in the photo attached will know what's it all about. Really random &amp;amp; bewildering moments. Nonetheless, humorous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I should really stop reminiscing now. Else I'll start to miss them all, the days of fun, joy &amp;amp; laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a sudden crave for spring roll &amp;amp; the likes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-300157724712846633?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/300157724712846633/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=300157724712846633' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/300157724712846633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/300157724712846633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/4e2.html' title='4E2'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S8MAojsdwAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lNQm_-wx-rs/s72-c/Picture%2B654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-2259981522906009609</id><published>2010-04-11T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:13:57.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been having a few bad, weird dreams lately. 2 which I remember, to be exact. Not been one to remember dreams really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One was relating to my teeth. Somehow or rather, all that I can remember is my teeth being chipped &amp;amp; dropped out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other one was nastier. Somehow or rather, I started bleeding and receiving cuts from who-knows-where. Oh, oh. And I recall very vividly, there was cut just slightly below my wrist. It's kinda comical now that I think about it. The cut was very deep, and I managed to put my fingers through the flesh &amp;amp; meat and stretch it out. Then can see all the insides. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to normal stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just the other day, made my second sandwich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8EvE4f0SkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/49owhbSLCUc/s1600/P1020150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8EvE4f0SkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/49owhbSLCUc/s320/P1020150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458695984281569858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a... Chicken &amp;amp; ham sandwich with egg. Basically, a quick marinate of the chicken and pan-fry it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8EvFRZFxrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C_gJlfgJjqI/s1600/P1020148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8EvFRZFxrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C_gJlfgJjqI/s320/P1020148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458695990964242098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The egg. Was trying a sunny-side-up. But failed. 'Cos I left it in the pan for a little too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there was the Chicken Roll which Vic learned from her friend &amp;amp; tried it herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GYGWxY1aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5JHyjFyY-jo/s1600/P1020160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GYGWxY1aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5JHyjFyY-jo/s320/P1020160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458811458309117346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The luxury of having a big kitchen counter top &amp;amp; 3 (of 4) chopping boards which we used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GYGAyDfGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t1GOBl_IWCQ/s1600/P1020159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GYGAyDfGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t1GOBl_IWCQ/s320/P1020159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458811452406332514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the Chicken Roll. Pretty awesome food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, there was the visit to Dalvin's. Kind of get the objectives to be babies visiting. Hahaha. 'Cos they were the highlight &amp;amp; stars of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8Gcgy17asI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mIQd6nSmQKw/s1600/P1020193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8Gcgy17asI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mIQd6nSmQKw/s320/P1020193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458816310567463618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Jade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GcgV7yZ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/x50rg1HiWgc/s1600/P1020217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GcgV7yZ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/x50rg1HiWgc/s320/P1020217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458816302807410658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Tyler (at least I think this is how it's spelled).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GchGyf3_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gdq-rahrC60/s1600/P1020200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S8GchGyf3_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gdq-rahrC60/s320/P1020200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458816315921784818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I tell you. Jade is really cute. She just decided to come up to me and sit on my lap. Just. Too. Adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama came on the same day. Late at night though. And by then, my cousin was already concussed on the sofa. Seriously concussed. Prodded her a few times to no reaction at all. Hahaha. Even after Mama arrived &amp;amp; 'talked' to her to tell her that she's arrived. She was still in a land far far away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... Today, went out to the City (again). I think the frequency of me going to the city these few days is more than my record in Singapore. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-2259981522906009609?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/2259981522906009609/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=2259981522906009609' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2259981522906009609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/2259981522906009609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/babies-galore.html' title='Babies Galore'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S8EvE4f0SkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/49owhbSLCUc/s72-c/P1020150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-7382976059430608428</id><published>2010-04-07T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:19:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah. Finally. After 2 months being in school, there's finally Internet connection for me. Irritating. Had to go up to their labs to get my account activated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes. I'm in school now. Not for anything. Just. Returning books. Kind of sucks. Luckily school's nearby. Alright. Taking the bus wasn't so bad after all. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm. Photos. Photos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQGomfzCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ItX0yffLkzA/s1600/iHellsing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQGomfzCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ItX0yffLkzA/s320/iHellsing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457254554630343714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was bored reading my texts, fiddled around with Photoshop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQGi-bz5I/AAAAAAAAADY/2dao_-UYUDg/s1600/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQGi-bz5I/AAAAAAAAADY/2dao_-UYUDg/s320/P1010935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457254553120133010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comparing Singapore's &amp;amp; Australia's movie tickets. Big difference in price, big difference in paper quality. Inverse though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQF8OEUmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-weNp2fENOE/s1600/P1010933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQF8OEUmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-weNp2fENOE/s320/P1010933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457254542716719714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping at City area. Cute head gears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQFQI4y3I/AAAAAAAAADI/QjbgBqKv4yk/s1600/P1010980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQFQI4y3I/AAAAAAAAADI/QjbgBqKv4yk/s320/P1010980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457254530883832690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember my fall? Well, these are my medical supplies for it. Some antiseptic, forceps, alcohol, cotton piece. Argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Posted at 1247hrs. 070410, Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post start: 0036hrs. 080410, Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just did a sort of revamping of ODAC's blog. Well, yeah. The graduates have a sort of blog. But it didn't seem to work out much. So, I'm doing another round now. Hoping that it will work once more. And this time, I intend to keep it running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And damn sad. My Teva died on me. I was on my way home, when sudden;y, I felt this funny feeling at my heels. That feeling as if something just poked their way through the sole of the slippers. Yea, it happens, 'cos Tevas are soft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turns out there's a hole in the slipper. Damn sad. Now. Have to get a new pair of slippers. That's my mission for tomorrow. Shopping at the city! Maybe can do a few shots here &amp;amp; there. See how my mood goes. And I'm thinking if I should go before, or after lunch. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... Before lunch, means I'll be spending money outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not that I'm being a miser here. But, have yet to fully adapt to the price of food here. If it were Singapore, I wouldn't have mind &amp;amp; just eat out for all I care (since I'll be alone). But here. Damn. Food, as being one of the most important basic necessities, it's rather pricey, comparing ti Singapore's pricing. That's 'bout my one(?) &amp;amp; only complain here. So far(?). Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y5BDGXE4I/AAAAAAAAADo/c7xQANbt1jc/s1600/P1010996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y5BDGXE4I/AAAAAAAAADo/c7xQANbt1jc/s200/P1010996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457440276129190786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y8Zp58-vI/AAAAAAAAADw/VhpTW5NZ7ao/s1600/25629_422109743664_679828664_4941989_7169642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y8Zp58-vI/AAAAAAAAADw/VhpTW5NZ7ao/s200/25629_422109743664_679828664_4941989_7169642_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457443997397875442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y8aBAgJBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2sTmPNCOYA4/s1600/25629_422109748664_679828664_4941990_8289372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7y8aBAgJBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2sTmPNCOYA4/s200/25629_422109748664_679828664_4941990_8289372_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457444003599361042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it. Before. Process. After. Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... Feeling hungry again. Always feel hungry when I stay up late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Did I mention that the tenant has moved out already? Apparently she moved to somewhere closer to school. Walking distance was it? Not too sure. But, point is, she moved out. So, it's 3 people in the house once more. But not for long. Mama's coming over tomorrow late night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right. Time to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, one last thing. I think the label thingy for Blogger is actually quite useful. But... I've no idea how to categorize every single one of my post. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Makes it easier for backtracking at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post end: 0116hrs (&lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt; It's late). 080410, Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-7382976059430608428?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/7382976059430608428/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=7382976059430608428' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7382976059430608428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/7382976059430608428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-were-on.html' title='And we&apos;re on.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S7wQGomfzCI/AAAAAAAAADg/ItX0yffLkzA/s72-c/iHellsing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-6392080245412672195</id><published>2010-04-06T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:00:32.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-family:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up early this morning. Had a haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LTA Edward, ready for duty. &lt;strong&gt;Hoorah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No idea what's wrong, but my right biceps been twitchy lately. Quite irritating at times. And despite my injuries, I seriously think I need to work out. Like. &lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror, with short hair, yet not having the physique there. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that means, I really have to hunt down a place for me to do pull-ups. One's that nearer to home. And not like. 16 minutes run away. And to think I have to run back again. All too tiring. Can't really focus on the strength training part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to head back to school tomorrow. Returning some books. Also means, it's time for me to make a move on the library books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama's touching down this Friday! Woots. One more game to my laptop. &lt;em&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6392080245412672195?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6392080245412672195/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6392080245412672195' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6392080245412672195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6392080245412672195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-out.html' title='Move out.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1353673446391084683</id><published>2010-04-04T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:24:29.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sandwich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7iBGrQl6PI/AAAAAAAAADA/-QSV0yMo8Pc/s1600/P1010944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S7iBGrQl6PI/AAAAAAAAADA/-QSV0yMo8Pc/s320/P1010944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456252900250872050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you're seeing above is my first, own-made, brand of sandwich. Looks awesome, doesn't it? The taste doesn't match up to the looks though. No mayo on the eggs. Think it'll be better if I cut down on the tomatoes, dip the veg through hot water? Use ham instead of tuna? I don't know. Try again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now. Let me just feel up some more space before I move on to the next topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done nothing worth mentioning. Yep. Just been on the laptop &amp;amp; in the books this few days. In fact, the past week. Reading those books are starting to become a chore. Nevertheless, I shall strive to finish them all. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahuh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it's a nightmare when you have your own parents on any social networking websites. Especially when your parents aren't the tech-savvy (in my current time, not 20 years down the road) type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's one thing when they have an account. But it's another when they add you. It's not that I disapprove of them or what. Pretty cool for them to even have an account (and know how to use it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;. Can I just say that it feels like there's a whole lot more things to hide when they add you on such, such social networking websites?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, I'm not too sure what each individual has to hide. In fact, I'm not too sure myself either. Maybe I'm just being sensitive/paranoid. But I believe this paranoia is something I should take heed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why... Just the other day, heard 2 ladies talking 'bout such social networking issues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the story was this girl, she had went for a party. Apparently, the theme for the party was a pretty wild(?) one. And well... I'll just conveniently skip through the main course and go into desserts. The mum found out (through the social networking site, of course), and boy-oh-boy. Was. She. Shocked. Not 'bout the party, she already knew about that. But more on the dressing. Damn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the mum was shocked. Not to mention angry too. The dad? Didn't really catch that part. But I figured that he was fuming as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of a morale of the story kinda thing, isn't it? "Don't add your parents on social networking pages. Never."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feels like I'm sending out the wrong message here. It's healthy to keep family relations tight of course. But I think there's a boundary? Like, when kids get to a certain age, they will do this, that, that, these. And that. So, well. Better to hide it &amp;amp; stay happy with your family then to let them see it &amp;amp; ruin all the fun, yeah? Everyone's bound to have a few skeletons in their closet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to track. Well, maybe it's not so much of a nightmare. But, still, it feels like... There's this foreboding feeling. This ominous feeling of a pair of scary looking eyes peering at you from the shadows. What's worse than that? It's not looking at you straight in the face, but from behind you. And when you turn to see it, it. Disappears. Scary. &lt;em&gt;*Shudders*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thinking I should wrap this up now. It's getting kind of long. Discussion of the week: "Is it good for parents to be 'socially active' with their child on the net?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, maybe it's just some random people. All a coincidence. And I'm just freaking paranoid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1353673446391084683?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1353673446391084683/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1353673446391084683' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1353673446391084683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1353673446391084683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sandwich.html' title='My Sandwich.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S7iBGrQl6PI/AAAAAAAAADA/-QSV0yMo8Pc/s72-c/P1010944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-902853796047726824</id><published>2010-04-02T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:10:36.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it wouldn't be much of a Happy Easter in in Singapore. It ain't really something that's celebrated back there. Well, besides Good Friday. Apparently, the week following Good Friday, is Easter. So, it's kind of like a major public holiday for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Double cups of Iced Mocha certainly isn't something that my stomach can handle. Sigh. As nice as it is, it's causing me to have the runs to toilet. And in my fourth run, the bulb died on me. How fantastic right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realised it's kind of pathetic how I use the Internet. I get bored easily when on the net. It's like, I only see a few sites. If there's nothing there, then that's the end of story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe it's 'cos I don;t want to stray too far. Haha. 'Cos I'm guessing that if I really start 'surfing' the net, there'll be no end to it. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's getting late now. Time to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-902853796047726824?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/902853796047726824/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=902853796047726824' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/902853796047726824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/902853796047726824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/internet.html' title='Internet.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4423250025902091593</id><published>2010-04-01T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:10:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is in no relation to anyone out there and is purely hypothetical. Any resemblance or matters relating to it, are purely coincidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, the idea of this post draws from Sista's post. Heheh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it that sometimes, males are so dependent on their female counterparts? Sometimes, &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes, it's kind of like a matter of life &amp;amp; death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, perhaps males are just humans too. They need someone for emotional support and the likes. And I suppose that's where the females come in. After all, most males out there aren't the best of... Erm... What's that you call it. Eh... Emotions-related-topics-mate? Something like that. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean. Females have their own gang to be in comfort with. But you don't see males doing that, do you? I think it all goes back to a very primal &amp;amp; basic instinct kind of thing. It's seen as a kind of weakness. Is that right? I've no idea. Just thinking aloud here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to add more. But, looking at time right now. I believe whatever comes next will just be a string of nonsense which makes no link at all. So, enough for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4423250025902091593?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4423250025902091593/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4423250025902091593' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4423250025902091593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4423250025902091593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-6042440337251660034</id><published>2010-03-31T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:57:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea right, co-writer. Who am I kidding man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should be studying my books right now. But since it's after lunch, perfect excuse not to. Since doing so will not only be unproductive, but hazardous as well. 'Cos chances of falling asleep and wasting the whole afternoon away is almost 100%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to watch &lt;em&gt;"The Bounty Hunter"&lt;/em&gt; yesternight. Good show to watch when you're alone &amp;amp; bored or with friends. Gives a good laugh. Hilarious. Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, went to return some resource centre &amp;amp; library books. The library books because they were recalled (damn). The other one? Well, they were due. Kind of sucks that I can only borrow resource centre's books for a only a week. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, got this rather interesting book (I think). &lt;em&gt;Encyclopedia of Gangs&lt;/em&gt;. I think I'm becoming a bookworm. &lt;strong&gt;That's not good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel like putting down some thoughts. But. There's just nothing going through my head now. As in. Really nothing at all. You know. It's like when Patrick Star does that "uugh..." thingy while drooling. Haha. Just love Patrick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-6042440337251660034?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/6042440337251660034/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=6042440337251660034' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6042440337251660034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/6042440337251660034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/yea-right-co-writer.html' title=''/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4490209100845623923</id><published>2010-03-30T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:41:26.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Recall. Argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a dilemma. On one hand, I like to sleep. Specially when the weather gets cold, and you're snuggled up underneath the blanket with hug-ables. Then, on the other hand, I really really despise waking up late. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to wake up early everyday. But then every time I open my eyes, look around, look at the time, it's back to sleep again. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And swears &amp;amp; curses. Those pansy idiot library folks. Not the librarians. But the borrower. Oh... How I like to strangle him/her, etc, etc, etc. Like, I'd barely borrowed the books for a week, and here comes an idiot who decides to recall it. Now, I have to return it a month earlier. &lt;strong&gt;AHHH!!&lt;/strong&gt; Fish you! Argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd never like the recall button. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have recalled the other book as well. There I was, thinking, "Should I recall them? Nah... I shouldn't. Not when the due date's round the corner. Just let the dude finish it, and I'll have my turn."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now this. Damn it. No more Mr Nice Guy in the library anymore. I'm not going to wait again. I'll bloody recall every single book I need, if I have to. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And should I eat yesterday's leftover? I'm told to avoid prawns &amp;amp; chickens &amp;amp; seafood in general. 'Cos of my injuries and all. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4490209100845623923?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4490209100845623923/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4490209100845623923' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4490209100845623923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4490209100845623923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-recall-argh.html' title='Stupid Recall. Argh.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-4207597680432983935</id><published>2010-03-30T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:46:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello Co-Writer (that's me)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. 'Cos Edward will be a little too busy with his life in Australia, so, as his personal assistant, I'll be taking over at times. &lt;em&gt;*smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea right. Who am I kidding. Personal assistant. &lt;em&gt;Pf-ft&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just using another email to blog this time round. Set up a new Gmail account for all business/work/official related stuff from now on. Kind of weird when you apply for jobs, etc, then your email comes out as "vagrant" or "spawn". So, got a better looking one. "The One".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just watched a really neat video on Facebook which got me all hyped up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ip. Man. 2. Is. COMING OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How exciting is that? Hahaha. I really really like the first one. So, will be looking forward to the follow up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling hungry. Maybe I should just go to sleep already. Don't really like waking up late again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-4207597680432983935?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/4207597680432983935/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=4207597680432983935' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4207597680432983935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/4207597680432983935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/co-writer.html' title='Co-Writer'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018934463687690097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-1391651074985974858</id><published>2010-03-26T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:30:22.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. This is something. 2 posts in a day. Rare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what is this about now? As the title implies, accidents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, my number of bikes (as in bicycles) accidents amount to less than... 5? Major ones at least. So, the ones remembered are...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first one was when I was just a puny little kid. With a lousy bicycle. One that the brakes was so hard to apply (in fact, I think the whole thing had rusted). So, went down this... 20˚ to 30˚ slope. I have no idea why I was so stupid back then. Seriously. There was this massive concrete wall at the end of the slope. Just 1 to 2 meters away. Stupidity factor. Went down rushing. It was fun. Till I realised I couldn't stop at all. &lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA. Awesome. Smashed into the wall. Bleeding lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second time was much older later. When I was in secondary school. Secondary one I think. Went P.Ubin cycling with my brother. Back then, P.Ubin didn't had such nice road. Went down this super awesome off-track slope. Bumpy-ty-bumpy-ty-bump. Suddenly, don't know what the hell happened, I fell. According to my brother who went first and was at the bottom of the slope - my rear came flying up. The next thing was me losing control. And then sliding down a meter or so. Only a few scratches here &amp;amp; there though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next time was cycling with my ODAC mates. But that one was nothing much. Went down a slope. Did this skid-turn-stop, then sort of was too fast, so tip over and fell. Bruises only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last one, today. was epic. HAHA. Went down this slope (why is it always got to do with slopes? I just don't learn my lesson, do I? Sigh), went too fast. Car approaching. Turned. Couldn't make the turn. Braked. Skid. Turned. Fell. What a fall it was too. My front wheels went 180˚. Slight scratch on my bike. As for me, it's either cuts, bruise or scratches on all four limbs. Like. What the hell man. What a disgrace. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's that for bicycle's accidents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, it's break time for the next 2 weeks. Doesn't mean I can slack though. Got a ton of reading to do. Well, alright, it's all optional. As in, I chose them for myself. But I figured for me to be on par with the other students, I got to have some knowledge first. It's like, they'd stayed here &amp;amp; grew up in a suburb. Me? HDB. Which I suppose would categorise as... Erm... City in their context. Not like in Singapore where it would be considered a town. or neighbourhood. So, yep. It's a sad &amp;amp; long holiday for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, at least I get to rest at home and heal up my wounds. 2 weeks. Should be more than enough. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No pictures again this time. *&lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;* But am too lazy to do so. It's like. I usually upload them to Photobucket. Then link it here, to Blogger. So, it's too much of a hassle. Specially with the limited bandwidth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, alright. I'll use the Blogger's one to upload while in my stay here. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGV4mZvHI/AAAAAAAAACg/9t2Qa1Lc-MM/s1600/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGV4mZvHI/AAAAAAAAACg/9t2Qa1Lc-MM/s320/P1010854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452880959367658610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;End fieldtrip, BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGVvbYxZI/AAAAAAAAACY/2En7Xcw2Qp0/s1600/P1010814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGVvbYxZI/AAAAAAAAACY/2En7Xcw2Qp0/s320/P1010814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452880956905538962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from top of hill nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGVIyD72I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hlH3_Un1qu4/s1600/P1010804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGVIyD72I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hlH3_Un1qu4/s320/P1010804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452880946531659618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BBQ area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yLdXcbFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/N_v3P2ApwU0/s1600/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yLdXcbFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/N_v3P2ApwU0/s320/P1010707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452886585464526386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spongebob Squarepants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yLc1oGG-I/AAAAAAAAACo/5I11AyWPQmk/s1600/P1010694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yLc1oGG-I/AAAAAAAAACo/5I11AyWPQmk/s320/P1010694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452886576386677730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yL2sxfHqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ncJS31Mt-Y/s1600/P1010904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yL2sxfHqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ncJS31Mt-Y/s320/P1010904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452887020686745250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night of the storm. Darkness.&lt;br&gt;Took with Lumix's TZ7. Scene Mode:Starry Sky. Exposure: 60 seconds.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1391651074985974858?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1391651074985974858/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1391651074985974858' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1391651074985974858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1391651074985974858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/accidents.html' title='Accidents'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UEngug0jsCE/S6yGV4mZvHI/AAAAAAAAACg/9t2Qa1Lc-MM/s72-c/P1010854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24598964.post-1434736179530155044</id><published>2010-03-26T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:32:06.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Trusty Backpack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really shouldn't be doing this right now. With lunch to gobble down, assignment to rush, heading back to school again, handing up the assignment &amp;amp; returning back home. There's really not much time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But. &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a third person's perspective, it's really nothing much. But. My comrades from Engineers, a few of them are like. Having the time of their life! I do believe they are backpacking or something. Turkey. Iran. How cool is that. And. What's next?! AH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess people from OCS are just a different class &amp;amp; breed of homo sapiens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-1434736179530155044?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/1434736179530155044/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=1434736179530155044' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1434736179530155044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/1434736179530155044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-my-trusty-backpack.html' title='Me &amp; My Trusty Backpack'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-8229284984754772956</id><published>2010-03-25T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T02:25:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really think that I watched &amp;amp; play too much post-apocalyptic world stuff already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday, was Kingsway City 14th. Went there on the weekends to help out. Saturday was very much like packing NDP bags. But not as many items in a bag. Then Sunday was the actual day. Was the balloon man. Hahaha. At least that was what the parents of those little kids labeled me as. Gosh. It was funny &amp;amp; weird to be called that. Hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was a fun job. Giving out balloons to small little children. And a few teens. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Monday, had this awesome fieldtrip. Went all the way up North. Up to Yanchep. Think that's approximately 50km away from Perth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a good &amp;amp; pretty interesting fieldtrip. Well, at least better than the other one we had the other time. Even had BBQ after the whole thing. BBQ by the beach, with a hill nearby. A view that one can never ever get in Singapore. It was just bloody amazing &amp;amp; awesome. Can so imagine myself &amp;amp; a group of friends nua-ing away there. &lt;em&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the real highlight of the trip was the way back. Weird, right? Not exactly. 'Cos we experienced a hailstorm on the way back. And our driver was &lt;em&gt;garang&lt;/em&gt; enough to continue driving while all the other cars took shelter under trees that would fit their cars. That sight, was already pretty much looking like the end of the world already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a video. Refer to Facebook for it some time later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back home. And thankfully I had requested to be dropped off early ('cos the bus route just so happen to past by my house). Else I would be like everyone else in my course. Stuck in school. 'Cos shortly after I got home, it started pouring like nobody's business. And remember the hailstorm earlier? Well, that particular storm got my room wet. My bed, floor. So, will be sunning them for quite some days. In the meantime, sleeping on the couch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where the really-like-post-apocalyptic-world-scenario starts to kick in. Sleeping on the couch is one thing. But what if there wasn't any power? Yea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just happily (or not) shifting my room, so that the sun will reach the wet areas, when it started pouring. The light flickered a few times. Suddenly. Black. Darkness. I was like. Whoa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was then torchlight out, closed all windows and doors. And then switching off all appliances. No power, no phone, no internet. And the storm was really bad. So bad, it affected the mobile's reception as well. So, it was effectively handphone-less. How's that for post-apocalypse world. &lt;em&gt;Muahahah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the thing lasted for 2 whole days. Pretty exciting &amp;amp; fun, I say. Haha. Was quite an experience also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's about it. Oh. Swarm of millipedes invaded the house just now. No idea how or why. But round them up and tortured them to death. Yeah, well, that's for pissing me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24598964-8229284984754772956?l=lesy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/feeds/8229284984754772956/comments/default' title='帖子评论'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24598964&amp;postID=8229284984754772956' title='0 条评论'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8229284984754772956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24598964/posts/default/8229284984754772956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesy.blogspot.com/2010/03/fallout.html' title='Fallout.'/><author><name>vagrant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16070505567317717504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24598964.post-7615582869224090930</id><published>2010-03-13T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:45:46.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good old days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Skia;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if there's a way to dual my font-type. So that it'll appear nice-nice on both Mac &amp;amp; Windows. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wonder how this blog of mine is now. Figure it to be around... 4 years? I think I started this in JC 1. So, now, yeah. Roughly there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helping out one of my, what I consider an extremely good mate out now. He's working on his admission documents for university. Though I may be no expert at writing such articles yet, but, just helping where I can. Expression, subject-verb-agreement and the likes. Throwing in ideas. And gosh. Never thought I'd stayed up to help him. I repeat. &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. Till so late. It's 0429hrs now, in case you're wondering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About the reasons why I would stay up so late, forsaking my sleep on normal days (that means excluding chalets, holidays, vacations, slumber-parties), would probably up chatting with... &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*Cough, cough, cough*&lt;/em&gt; Yep. He's truly one of those good buddy of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hadn't quite intended to be blogging actually. But, the lack of nothingness to do &amp;amp; current situation kind of implored me to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sidetrack. Is it bad for the eyes if I watch a tilted screen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, not feeling in the most of positive mood right now. Yea... It's my cousin's 21st. I should be happy for her &amp;amp; all. I am. Serious. &lt;strong&gt;Dead serious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to Eminem's "&
