<?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-5469679690026748602</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:51:55.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID FRIENDS</title><subtitle type='html'>I do wat i love. I love wat i do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-9033445894097414386</id><published>2010-04-02T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:16:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been Quite Awhile</title><content type='html'>Yohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite awhile since i posted yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-9033445894097414386?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/9033445894097414386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-5906384341409683102</id><published>2009-12-12T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:12:28.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>How do i make this work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5906384341409683102?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5906384341409683102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5906384341409683102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5906384341409683102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5906384341409683102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3554271430833368513</id><published>2009-12-12T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:00:27.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaha!</title><content type='html'>I'm HUNGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3554271430833368513?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3554271430833368513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3554271430833368513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3554271430833368513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3554271430833368513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/12/wahaha.html' title='Wahaha!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1058868346319120500</id><published>2009-11-15T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:26:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>BAM! 21st Bday, came and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially an adult. Wow. One of the milestones of my life i guess. One more line to add to that time line of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a lot to blog about but as usual, book-in timing is getting close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very happy 21st. My parents gave me an awesome sounding Hi-Fi, i went to IKEA and kinda redid up my room and my friends got me a LCD TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important thing in my life is my home. My room especially so. I always wanted to design and fix up my own room. Its the only avenue of relaxation after those grueling days in camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp. A torture. Used to be physical. Now, more on the mental. I remember just a week ago i was happily typing on this keyboard telling the whole world how happy i was. I was happy. Very very happy. So happy that the amount of joy seemed so strange. It was something that i have lost for quite awhile. I really cant remember the last time when i was so happy, so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something about my life. I want that joy and happiness every single day. I miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am no longer going to sit around all day along waiting for it to come by like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek it,&lt;br /&gt;find it,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1058868346319120500?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1058868346319120500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1058868346319120500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1058868346319120500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1058868346319120500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/11/21st.html' title='21st'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6698134085298413243</id><published>2009-11-08T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:14:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Happy</title><content type='html'>My Dad just bought me my 21st birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sony micro Hi-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words just cant describe how happy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no time to blog. i need to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been so happy for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6698134085298413243?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6698134085298413243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6698134085298413243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6698134085298413243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6698134085298413243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/11/freaking-happy.html' title='Freaking Happy'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-2889321421296710673</id><published>2009-11-01T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:59:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag x 2</title><content type='html'>Hell of a week up ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes pass quickly and smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps then will i get some time of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2889321421296710673?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-6679331573526141199</id><published>2009-10-25T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:09:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag La!</title><content type='html'>Wa lau eh. Finally can get home and guess what? I AM BOOKING IN 20mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month pay damn hard to earn. I only get to go home twice in the whole freaking month! Crazy stuffs. Luckily theres some offs coming on on Tues and Wed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am underpaid. Damn. I really really think so. Work looks never ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna read my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6679331573526141199?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6679331573526141199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6679331573526141199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6679331573526141199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6679331573526141199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/10/shag-la.html' title='Shag La!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-2703073880347806164</id><published>2009-09-21T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:39:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>Gonna book it soon. Sian. Sian. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick a few days back. Shit like nobody's business. Fever and vomiting and all those other crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work to do and so little time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2703073880347806164?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2703073880347806164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2703073880347806164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2703073880347806164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2703073880347806164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-465844098864742561</id><published>2009-08-23T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:46:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Just watched "Money Not Enough II". Yea yea, i know its a bit late but what the heck.Well, gonna admit i was quite taken back by that show. Was really expecting a comedy. Turns out that it was a mixture of small bits of comedy added to a very sad and real family drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good show, sets you thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I got a complain to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i too nice? Do people take the stuff i do for granted? I really admire those people that can make a fuss out of everything they do, no matter how trivial they are. Being kind and polite just isn't enough these days. I think i must learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 GOLDEN RULES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do stuff that you are tasked to do. Nothing more, nothing less. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't try to be a kind soul and get things done just for the sake of it. When tasked to do something, take your own freaking sweet time. Only then will they notice when the thing finally gets done and most importantly, they will remember that YOU did it.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and give it all the 1st time you do something. Think. Your 1st impression counts. Get it done well is good of course, but that too sets a very high benchmark for yourself. If you can carry on the trend then alls well. But it you fail, well maybe not even fail, lets just say you under perform, you will be heavily penalized. I bet they will forget all the stuff you did well in the past too. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hate those assholes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking sian! Booking in soon. Kaoz. I just need a BREAK YO! Work work work, kaoz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-465844098864742561?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/465844098864742561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=465844098864742561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/465844098864742561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/465844098864742561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6069616050099891945</id><published>2009-08-17T00:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:28:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special day of 21.</title><content type='html'>Very Special day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i am proud to announce to the whole wide world that I, CHEW KAI LONG, HAVE COMPLETE the ARMY HALF MARATHON! And i am still standing! For all those of you that doesn't know what that means, it is the running or riding at a steady slow trot for 21KM! TWENTY-ONE FREAKING KILOMETERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That to think when i couldn't even complete my 2.4km NAPFA run in sec school without stopping! And with a sprained ankle suffered from Brunei that just doesn't seems to recover, i really though i will like die halfway thru the run and get pictures of me posted all over the news etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT THE HELL, I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray to that! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the 2nd point on why this is a special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years ago, a little baby by the name of Cassandra Lee Shu Xian (I really really really hope i got the full name right), "kissed the world ". Yes i do remember (=. I am not really sure about the kissing part ya but yeap, i guess its a rather nice way of putting it. And so it happens that somewhere down her little road of life, 13years to be exact, that she bums into, well, ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on pretty well the moment we met. Doing away with all the formalities and straight into the casual "Shut Up!", "SHHHHHH!"  and "TSK! TSK!" type of conversations, mostly me on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around a year or so later on,contrary to what other guys in my class thinks, that i discovered she did possess the capability to listen and engage in 2 way conversations. She is quite well in it actually, in fact, so well that i would flood her with all my sorrows and pain in the many unfortunate incidents i got into those days, incidents which i would, ahem, rather not elaborate. Reminded me to not drown her completely, which was quite possible at the rate i was going, but not a single time did she complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother-tongue classes! O how can i forget them?! I never really paid attention to those classes in sec sch, that i admit. Most of the time, i will just be dozing away and day dreaming. But with her, its 'Building Sand Castles In the Air', literally. I told her my dreams and she told me hers. And for once, i could see those dreams get nearer, just a bit closer. Its like a small little thought bubble will pop out in front of me. Instead of me alone laying the bricks now, i can see her laying her castle's brick too. Its that feeling, that feeling of common ground that is comforting, Knowing that someone has a dream so like yours, impossibly hard to achieve and yet, stills look on to it as ever so possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the day. It was early in the morning where i i was making my way to the parade square, still half asleep, when u came charging and screamed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". I was surprised as normally people wouldn't give me advanced Birthday greetings so early. In fact, exactly one month earlier. I will never forget the expression of your face when u realized the silly mistake u made. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember those times, at the last day of your primary school/secondary schools, classmates will go around taking down phone numbers and addresses, telling each and everyone to stay in contact? All this fearing that as we go on with our life, we forget about a part of our past and lose our friends? Well, to me, friends move on with you in your life. They don't get left behind in the past. True friends never gets left behind nor do they leave their friends behind. Its only then, at the end of you life, you see your real friends around you. Not 20 or 30 of them and certainly not the 200 or 300+ in Facebook. Normally, its the handful that always sticks around. It doesn't mean that they have to meet every single day, know every single thing. They just always appear at the right place and the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i will know what's gonna happen in the future. But what i can say is, i am glad that i have met you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;My Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long aka Bronto&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wondercliparts.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wondercliparts.com/birthday/birthday_graphics_35.gif" alt="Birthday Graphics" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6069616050099891945?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6069616050099891945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6069616050099891945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6069616050099891945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6069616050099891945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-special-day-indeed.html' title='Special day of 21.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6839613596047438436</id><published>2009-07-05T18:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:09:54.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Step..</title><content type='html'>Yohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RED BERET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCHj9p0c8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/n9qiuiUGCD0/s1600-h/5534_102230061149_592101149_2494282_7961554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCHj9p0c8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/n9qiuiUGCD0/s320/5534_102230061149_592101149_2494282_7961554_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929008858657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCHjlHupQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p3Zbg9LicxI/s1600-h/P1080305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCHjlHupQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p3Zbg9LicxI/s320/P1080305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929002273219842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking happy can?! Haha. Never thought i would be able to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to book in soon though. Darn, it just seems that i always have not enough breaks! Didnt do much these few days. Met up with cassandra and toured the whole city hall! Haha. Machiam tourist like tat. Its fun though. Really hope i can have more time to do stuffs like this. Haiz.. NS man de life, who can bing bai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will end off with a couple of photo ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI98ol9-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CkryLwLnXU8/s1600-h/merlion+and+esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI98ol9-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CkryLwLnXU8/s320/merlion+and+esplanade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354930554773305314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-g5ScCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WAKBI54HXqU/s1600-h/cass+and+me+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-g5ScCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/WAKBI54HXqU/s320/cass+and+me+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354930564507004962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-T3qWvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/SQg21_8Bdys/s1600-h/cass+and+me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-T3qWvI/AAAAAAAAAfw/SQg21_8Bdys/s320/cass+and+me+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354930561010522866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCJJddluwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cOJ4sinxENY/s1600-h/cbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCJJddluwI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cOJ4sinxENY/s320/cbd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354930752564083458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-RnLYvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bfZ-IFOKpyw/s1600-h/cass+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCI-RnLYvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bfZ-IFOKpyw/s320/cass+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354930560404513522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THEN... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6839613596047438436?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6839613596047438436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6839613596047438436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6839613596047438436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6839613596047438436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-big-step.html' title='One Big Step..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SlCHj9p0c8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/n9qiuiUGCD0/s72-c/5534_102230061149_592101149_2494282_7961554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2548506937103478666</id><published>2009-06-28T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:05:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more step..</title><content type='html'>I'M BACKKKK! From Brunei that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of new experiences for me really. Will elaborate more in another post. Right now, i have to get ready to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day. I will embark upon the last stage of my training. I really hope that i will be able to complete the march given the injuries i sustained from Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the next time i am typing on this very keyboard again, i will have good news to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2548506937103478666?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2548506937103478666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2548506937103478666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2548506937103478666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2548506937103478666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-step.html' title='One more step..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3668720054477193106</id><published>2009-05-17T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:22:04.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STUPID FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wat i love. I love wat i do".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking of a catch phrase when starting my blog. I ended up with one simple statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can live it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking into camp later on. Glad that the timing was pushed back. Nevertheless, the same restless and helpless feeling crawls back into me every Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get that helpless feeling? That overwhelming sense of despair that drowns you out so suddenly and quickly? Its like swimming on and on in the ocean. The shores do get closer, but never quite close enough. And you wonder, why prolong this pain and agony? Why not just submit yourself, surrender and let whatever that will happen happen? How much could that pain and agony be worth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for that pain. It is that pain that makes them feels alive. They just keep on swimming. Every strokes gets them closer to shore. Yet for some, every stroke kills them more. Its the same pain that, for them, makes life not worth carrying on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire those people. Those that never seems to break down. I do not know how they do it. I dun think i can ever understand. Our mind is such a powerful thing. A familiar yet mysterious concept that i think we will never be able to comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how i am going to get over the coming week and the many weeks after. Training is tough. Maybe not for all the others but tough it is, for me. I am so close to the goal now. Yet instead of getting more urge to push on, my morale plummets with every passing second. I believe that all people are born to do different things. This may just not be my cup of tea. And yet, i have accomplished numerous that i never thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, i wish i was somewhere else. Army has changed me a lot. I see things quite differently from before. I learn that it the the simplest things in life that carries the utmost significance. It used to be a brand new laptop that kept me going. Now, its the chance of seating down, having a meal with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother left for Taiwan yesterday. My dad told me to comfort and encourage him, Give him some support as he was very low on morale. Say stuff like "It will be over before you knew it.", " It will be easy!". But i couldn't. Cause i know it won't be over so soon. It won't be easy. And morally, i and him are equally dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking. &lt;br /&gt;But, to where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3668720054477193106?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3668720054477193106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3668720054477193106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3668720054477193106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3668720054477193106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1068985107978421176</id><published>2009-05-10T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:45:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(=</title><content type='html'>Wooo. Gonna book in soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking tired. No choice though. 2 field camps and off to brunei for more field training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to 72km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can get my red beret smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1068985107978421176?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1068985107978421176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1068985107978421176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1068985107978421176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1068985107978421176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='(='/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3348925586023146467</id><published>2009-05-03T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:53:13.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Freaking Believe It.</title><content type='html'>Quite a coulourful bookout for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fel's 21st on friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh shit. No time to cont. Freaking need to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE I SLEPT THRU MOST OF TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I F**KING CANNOT BELIEVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3348925586023146467?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3348925586023146467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3348925586023146467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3348925586023146467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3348925586023146467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-freaking-believe-it.html' title='Can&apos;t Freaking Believe It.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6799117083398303070</id><published>2009-04-14T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:29:23.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.I.A.N</title><content type='html'>Booking in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS FEELING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6799117083398303070?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6799117083398303070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6799117083398303070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6799117083398303070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6799117083398303070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/04/sian.html' title='S.I.A.N'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1930535687803465883</id><published>2009-04-13T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:10:55.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Astro Photo!</title><content type='html'>Did some astro-imaging last night. Attached a web cam onto my scope and took some videos of the moon.. Each image below are processed and stacked from a 30sec video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st Astro Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SeIWObw3_jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/lqdWroPc2is/s1600-h/moon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SeIWObw3_jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/lqdWroPc2is/s320/moon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842146732080690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The big crater you see here is Eratosthenes and the line to its bottom left is actually Montes Apenninus, a mountain ridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SeIWOLLBI7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/jS3LRv3B6L8/s1600-h/moon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SeIWOLLBI7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/jS3LRv3B6L8/s320/moon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842142278329266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The big crater you see here is Tycho, one of the most prominent lunar impact crater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h3WjdyeGGew/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h3WjdyeGGew/s320/Image265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190225364075341858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My baby that made all these possible. Vixen R130SF on Porta. Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be a bit over processed but hell, its just my 1st time right? I am sure i will improve over time. And it won't be just the moon next time. Just you wait and see. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can see my dream unfolding before me.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now,&lt;br /&gt;Is to grab hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1930535687803465883?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1930535687803465883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1930535687803465883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1930535687803465883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1930535687803465883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-astro-photo.html' title='1st Astro Photo!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SeIWObw3_jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/lqdWroPc2is/s72-c/moon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-4740759437464984500</id><published>2009-04-10T01:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:12:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2 Taiwan!</title><content type='html'>Wohoo! back from taiwan! Enjoyed the trip pretty much but it still feels good to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in taiwan is so much cooler than sg. 15 to 16 degrees was the norm with the occasional rise pass 20 degrees. It did get too cold sometimes especially under strong wind conditions. Still prefer it to our weather in sg. It is just too hot. I can even sweat when typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one or 2 nights/day out and 2 days of R&amp;R. Visited quite a few cites, namely, Douliu, JiaYi and Taipei. And ya, there is this huge Buddha near my camp. Seeing it with your own eyes is simply spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the talks, some pictures for you viewing pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5DggBuwYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/OaUa4Kx1LdI/s1600-h/SANY0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5DggBuwYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/OaUa4Kx1LdI/s320/SANY0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322766035230572930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-7seddI/AAAAAAAAAew/wpmak5G_RJ4/s1600-h/SANY0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-7seddI/AAAAAAAAAew/wpmak5G_RJ4/s320/SANY0420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765458542065106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-vGfrII/AAAAAAAAAeo/8Rga3Wu0EWc/s1600-h/SANY0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-vGfrII/AAAAAAAAAeo/8Rga3Wu0EWc/s320/SANY0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765455161535618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-gta1BI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UWG932z52Sk/s1600-h/SANY0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-gta1BI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UWG932z52Sk/s320/SANY0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765451298264082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-ewLwwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/PhcqOh4mYEA/s1600-h/SANY0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-ewLwwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/PhcqOh4mYEA/s320/SANY0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765450772988674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-GG-pZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SRpb-Kb532g/s1600-h/SANY0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5C-GG-pZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SRpb-Kb532g/s320/SANY0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765444157711762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A739i_gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_R0mScde4WQ/s1600-h/SANY0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A739i_gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_R0mScde4WQ/s320/SANY0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322763206977060354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7vwRauI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kb3H2zV0W3I/s1600-h/SANY0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7vwRauI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kb3H2zV0W3I/s320/SANY0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322763204773898978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7fahQoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/JM0vGzewR8U/s1600-h/SANY0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7fahQoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/JM0vGzewR8U/s320/SANY0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322763200387695234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7D-1uiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kVlHtlWn40U/s1600-h/SANY0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A7D-1uiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kVlHtlWn40U/s320/SANY0328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322763193023838754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A65U3V5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/k7wEMpx5J5A/s1600-h/SANY0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5A65U3V5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/k7wEMpx5J5A/s320/SANY0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322763190163429266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KlxTzaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xv8IXVRYd-U/s1600-h/SANY0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KlxTzaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xv8IXVRYd-U/s320/SANY0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761260768677282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KauWJkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rzlXOeG88pA/s1600-h/SANY0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KauWJkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rzlXOeG88pA/s320/SANY0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761257803458114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KPa5kKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QGM2DmjDnms/s1600-h/P1020779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_KPa5kKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QGM2DmjDnms/s320/P1020779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761254769103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_Jy5gUdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jZvUvdCtLlE/s1600-h/P1020761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_Jy5gUdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jZvUvdCtLlE/s320/P1020761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761247112843730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_Jner8UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4MMT4u_NNzI/s1600-h/P1020131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4_Jner8UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4MMT4u_NNzI/s320/P1020131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761244047569218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4848koc-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/S4p95bB_kZk/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4848koc-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/S4p95bB_kZk/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758758628619234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484gHrv9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/RtNk8M8Wyx4/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484gHrv9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/RtNk8M8Wyx4/s320/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758750991007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484eZmqeI/AAAAAAAAAco/kFuw1mDBORg/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484eZmqeI/AAAAAAAAAco/kFuw1mDBORg/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758750529300962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484M0yenI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Z3v9K5Zuo10/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd484M0yenI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Z3v9K5Zuo10/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758745811483250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4838aAm_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/RWZRP1KoUpk/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd4838aAm_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/RWZRP1KoUpk/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758741404195826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, kinda got the sequence wrong. Instead of the earliest photo being on the top, it is the other way round. Anw, need to get to bed soon. Tired. Will update very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4740759437464984500?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4740759437464984500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4740759437464984500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4740759437464984500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4740759437464984500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='Welcome 2 Taiwan!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/Sd5DggBuwYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/OaUa4Kx1LdI/s72-c/SANY0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-1109002434523265053</id><published>2009-03-05T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:50:57.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book OUT LOH!</title><content type='html'>Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book out loh. kinda tired now but just can bear to sleep. Gotta wake up at 5am tomorrow. Going to sentosa for an event. 7.45am must reach! Really hope i can wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i will be able to enjoy a good weekend. Hope to catch up with some old friends. The muscle on my arms and legs are hurting from the crazy amount of PT i am doing in camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1109002434523265053?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1109002434523265053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1109002434523265053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1109002434523265053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1109002434523265053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-out-loh.html' title='Book OUT LOH!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8841639917975396698</id><published>2009-03-01T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:30:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing in action for quite some time ah? Been so busy for the past few months. Weekend got book out like never book out like that. Get home then sleep. Sleep liao wake up and guess what, its time to book in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the long weekend coming up. After that, it will be Taiwan for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Gotta book in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8841639917975396698?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8841639917975396698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8841639917975396698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8841639917975396698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8841639917975396698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-2430639945831000156</id><published>2008-09-27T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:52:17.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna sleep!</title><content type='html'>Hello! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a new song. Bryan Adams - Have you ever really loved a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you. But i am sure it's a very very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home. My back and neck muscles are aching like mad. All due to the Airborne training i am currently undergoing. I will be jumping in about 2 weeks. Kinda nervous about it. Jumping out of a plane at 1000 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainings aside. Relived to be home. I just want to have a good night sleep. Come to think of it, i never really had a good rest from the start of my army days. Aside from the four days of holidays after my POP, its hard to sleep for 2 nights in a row at home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, there are quite some stuff that are not going well. Quite frustrated and confused at this moment. Exploring the options i have now, which frankly, are not a lot. I really don't understand why things have to be so complicated sometimes. Can't everything just turn out right? I really don't ask for much. Just a peace and smooth life will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i will do when i come out of army. A part of me wants me to continue with my studies. Yet there is this urge for me to do stuffs that i always wanted. I really do enjoy my time in Commandos now. I really learned a lot and am very honored to be the few selected to be there. But if i were to be given a chance to choose, i think i would have still preferred a career in the police force. Things will be so much smoother now if that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be booking in again tomorrow night. The amount of free time i have is so incredibly short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. A very very intriguing one. I learned quite some stuffs from it. It was so real. But it was no simple dream. It carried a meaning. Its either someone on top enlightening me or my heart sounding out. I know it. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures i took with Zhi Hao and Felin some time ago. Went to holland V and had a few drinks. Alot of stuff happening for us. Felin graduating as a stewardess ( CONGRATS AGAIN! (= ) , Zhi Hao enlisting into army and me going for Airborne course. Exciting times for us all i am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5QhXiOgUI/AAAAAAAAATc/bFgFqDsK4yk/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5QhXiOgUI/AAAAAAAAATc/bFgFqDsK4yk/s320/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250722749744054594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Qhknwv9I/AAAAAAAAATk/gMSjc42qGaI/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Qhknwv9I/AAAAAAAAATk/gMSjc42qGaI/s320/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250722753256931282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Qhu_j5_I/AAAAAAAAATs/Hdi9I1OSMCw/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Qhu_j5_I/AAAAAAAAATs/Hdi9I1OSMCw/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250722756041107442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5QiCqbJJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yhoF1dpGFCg/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5QiCqbJJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yhoF1dpGFCg/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250722761321161874" /&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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5RflSogsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lCcnBqU0yEo/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5RflSogsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lCcnBqU0yEo/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250723818588635842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Rfz3-keI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7XcQzprCa48/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5Rfz3-keI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7XcQzprCa48/s320/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250723822503367138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5RfaciN0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kiV9qDBDWW0/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5RfaciN0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kiV9qDBDWW0/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250723815677376322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Time to get some rest. Will update again when i am free. Hopefull things will be better by than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out so badly. You know, just a walk or a stroll at any park nearby? Just find a quiet place and just talk and talk? Interested parties please tag my tag box! =D Don't sms or call my hp. It won get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2430639945831000156?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2430639945831000156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2430639945831000156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2430639945831000156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2430639945831000156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-sleep.html' title='I wanna sleep!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SN5QhXiOgUI/AAAAAAAAATc/bFgFqDsK4yk/s72-c/DSC01359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8744230787953984185</id><published>2008-09-23T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:26:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I concede.</title><content type='html'>I dunno what to say. For so long i tried. There are just too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was losing. But i never gave up. There were times, many in fact, that i thought i will turn out right and things will just be in place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i can sense it. As sudden as it has always comes. Yet again. I am losing. This time, i can feel it. It is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so tired. So so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8744230787953984185?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8744230787953984185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8744230787953984185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8744230787953984185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8744230787953984185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-concede.html' title='I concede.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5377327773176713751</id><published>2008-09-13T02:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:57:48.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platoon BBQ</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a BBQ organized by my platoon mates. Only about half the platoon was invited due to the space constriction. Anyway, we did end up having a lot of fun. I brought Alaina along as i thought she could use some fun! Seemed like she did enjoyed herself and made some new friends. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Felin and Zhi Hao (THE PINS!) tomorrow. Looking forward to it very very much. Meanwhile here are some photos of today's BBQ. Will update tomorrow again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq7ajEmocI/AAAAAAAAATU/d_4O12DQP8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq7ajEmocI/AAAAAAAAATU/d_4O12DQP8Q/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245210780791906754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq05SXlPBI/AAAAAAAAASM/3ey8ucQRAAc/s1600-h/DSCF0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq05SXlPBI/AAAAAAAAASM/3ey8ucQRAAc/s320/DSCF0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203612302654482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq05qmox_I/AAAAAAAAASU/cDie48kE8zU/s1600-h/DSCF0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq05qmox_I/AAAAAAAAASU/cDie48kE8zU/s320/DSCF0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203618808252402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq051IWCSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Zv1e9oV3qyg/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq051IWCSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Zv1e9oV3qyg/s320/DSCF0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203621633984802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq06DSUueI/AAAAAAAAASk/MWziWMw7zGk/s1600-h/DSCF0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq06DSUueI/AAAAAAAAASk/MWziWMw7zGk/s320/DSCF0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245203625433938402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2e4yme8I/AAAAAAAAASs/Fex1YYMjgFk/s1600-h/DSCF0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2e4yme8I/AAAAAAAAASs/Fex1YYMjgFk/s320/DSCF0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205357783317442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2fC4RpNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/llUHGvyaJeE/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2fC4RpNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/llUHGvyaJeE/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205360491472082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2faYpVMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PLgZDVXpy84/s1600-h/DSCF0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2faYpVMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PLgZDVXpy84/s320/DSCF0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205366801257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2foWWQyI/AAAAAAAAATE/PctXuTVdIpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2foWWQyI/AAAAAAAAATE/PctXuTVdIpQ/s320/DSCF0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205370549715746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2f7oWyuI/AAAAAAAAATM/PCO4BkV2HpU/s1600-h/DSCF0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq2f7oWyuI/AAAAAAAAATM/PCO4BkV2HpU/s320/DSCF0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245205375725521634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Remember that wherever your heart is, there        you will find your treasure. You've got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Alchemist&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me find you please as nothing makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5377327773176713751?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5377327773176713751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5377327773176713751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5377327773176713751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5377327773176713751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/09/platoon-bbq.html' title='Platoon BBQ'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMq7ajEmocI/AAAAAAAAATU/d_4O12DQP8Q/s72-c/DSCF0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-5266380703088325495</id><published>2008-09-11T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:26:05.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Recruit to Private...</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what you know? I am officially a Commando Private now! NO MORE CHAO RECRUIT LIFE! YEAH! (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relived that i am able to stay in Commandos. I will be undergoing training to be a Signaler soon. Kinda expected it as well, i do have that "Signal Face". Nerdy nerdy with specs. Anyway, i will be going for my Airborne course 1st on 24th Sept! The thought of me jumping out from a plane 1000 feet in the air simply excites me. Me, a paratrooper, i never saw that coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's life right? Things don't always go according to the way you plan it. There are always plenty of surprises hiding at corners and popping out where you least expect it. Nasty some may be but to be fair, like this Commando thingy, theres quite a fair share of nice ones too. I can recall just what i thought i will be doing now just 6 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be a police trainee almost halfway to completing my course. After which, i will work doubly hard and earn my stay in there. At the end of 5 years i would have made a significant mark. It will be that time when i will decide if i should continue with my studies. If not, i will most probably stay in the police force. By then ,i would already be with the girl of my dreams and will have a decent amount of savings for our marriage around 5 or 6 years down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2 weeks before 13 June, i received 2 letters that altered this part of my life completely. 1st is the letter of rejection by the police force and 2nd, the acceptance of me into Commandos. I still remembered how shocked, disappointed and lost i was. As most of you know, police was everything to me. Right from when i joined NPCC in sec 1, this portion of my life was mapped out. I went into Commandos reluctantly, unhappily 3 months ago. Seeing nothing ahead in my life. Praying and wishing that somehow all this will just turn out right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 3 months later, i realized that nothing was ever wrong at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, among my platoon mates, in front of my parents yesterday night in the parade was one of the proudest moment i ever had. Being able to show them that i have made it through Commando BMT was something that i never dream of. When the parents were invited onto the parade grounds to out on our Jungle Hats for us, emotion ran high. All of us keep it inside. But we all know how it felt. How it feels to have gone through something so unimaginable once and earning that right to show the world you have done it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot in these few months. Much more than i ever did in school or work. I learned that it is alright to be wrong or even wronged at times. Fair is but just a word in this cruel world. Stuff, especially good ones,  don't just happen because they are supposed to. They happen because of the things you did or in some cases, did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me why i like Astronomy so much. Well, apart from the aesthetic beauty of it, one other thing i like is that feeling. What feeling you may ask. Well, i am sure that you have heard about people saying how big the universe is and how small and insignificant each of us really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from hearing that, have you ever felt that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in feeling really small. Feeling insignificant. It is that feeling that makes me feel that i have pitied myself too much. I think most of us do. We pity ourselves too much. We make it feel as if the world revolves around us, ourselves. When it fact, the world, the whole universe carries on with or without us. It is the pitying that stops us from reaching our dreams. We fear pain, suffering, failure. We console ourselves and say that it is alright, we have done our best when we actually have not. It is this feeling that allows me to let go of all the stuffs that are going wrong in my life. Well, in some cases, made me realized that nothing is even wrong in the 1st place. The feeling that makes me able to realize the importance of being contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk with Alaina today at Sembawang Beach. She always bugged about wanting to watch the sea and just relaxing for a while. So there i was with her, gazing at the ships going past. Turned out that it was a well deserved break for me too. And ya, guess what, i meet my sec school teacher, MS Yuniza there as well. She brought a class there for CIP. Talk about coincidence. She is really a nice teacher. Come to think of it, it has been 3 years since i last saw her. Time really flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some picture there but unable to get hold of it now. Will post next time. Also unable to get hold of my POP pictures. Got a few but the camera used was lousy. Will post again when i can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqW3U2C4I/AAAAAAAAARM/olCcshf68lM/s1600-h/100908-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqW3U2C4I/AAAAAAAAARM/olCcshf68lM/s320/100908-0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769813346519938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqW7q21RI/AAAAAAAAARU/xJDJLZAQRu4/s1600-h/100908-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqW7q21RI/AAAAAAAAARU/xJDJLZAQRu4/s320/100908-0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769814512588050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqXM4T1rI/AAAAAAAAARc/cR5o1f2LbEE/s1600-h/100908-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqXM4T1rI/AAAAAAAAARc/cR5o1f2LbEE/s320/100908-0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769819132417714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqXNxOeTI/AAAAAAAAARk/fW193L3XY4M/s1600-h/100908-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqXNxOeTI/AAAAAAAAARk/fW193L3XY4M/s320/100908-0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769819371141426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for BBQ tomorrow with Alaina. I am sure we will have fun. Will update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go off, there a few people that i want to meet up! I am officially booking you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) PINS &lt;br /&gt;2nd) FARHANA AND THUHAN AND HOPEFULLY ZQ&lt;br /&gt;3rd) CASSANDRA LEE SHU XIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven see you people for months. Please tell me when you are free. At least a movie of lunch ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Honour and Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5266380703088325495?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5266380703088325495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5266380703088325495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5266380703088325495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5266380703088325495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-recruit-to-private.html' title='From Recruit to Private...'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SMkqW3U2C4I/AAAAAAAAARM/olCcshf68lM/s72-c/100908-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2317898667645019308</id><published>2008-09-06T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:45:50.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Left...</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Been quite a while ya? Been too tired lately to update my blog. Well, to sum it up, i have 3 days left till the completion of my Basic Military Training (BMT) as a Commando Recruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if i am able to continue on as a Commando. Nevertheless, i am happy to have been given the chance to train along these people. They are really the best. 3 months passed by so quickly. In there, i saw and understood so many things that seemed incomprehensible, once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special bond we have within ourselves and more importantly, the bond that we have with our instructors. It is that which makes each one of us push ourselves to our limit. The responsibility to accomplish what we are tasked to no matter how hard it may seem. The responsibility that we owe each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuffs going on now. Kinda tired on my part too. Will post again after my POP on Wednesday. Hopefully, i will be able to get some pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Happy Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2317898667645019308?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2317898667645019308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2317898667645019308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2317898667645019308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2317898667645019308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-days-left.html' title='3 Days Left...'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8451158313202931066</id><published>2008-07-19T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:29:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.R.M.Y  D.A.Z.E</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a long time since i last blogged. Long it may have been but this is only my 4th book out. Hardly had time to do anything at all much less to say, blog, during the previous 3 book outs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to believe that i have already been in the army for more than 1 month. We are now considered " old birds" (lao jiao) to the new BMT guys who just enlisted 1 week ago. Overall, it has been a very fun and fulfilling experience so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit to being a bit nervous here and there on the enlistment day. After all, it is the Commandos that i am going into. 9/10 people who knows this gave me shocked expressions and a very depressing "Good Luck." pat on my shoulders. Shocked maybe due to my nerdy looks and small build. Good luck due to the many stories they heard about the toughness of commando training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the truth. Training isn't that extreme. I can't say it is easy but it sure doesn't involve people getting dunked in water or any of those extreme stories. I felt encouraged that training was done progressively and designed to each individual's physical fitness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical trainings aside, the food in pasir ris camp is, surprisingly, good. Sometimes i forget that i am actually eating from a cook house in the army. They always have different set over a few days (eg, Thai food, Mixed Grill, Chicken Rice, Nasi Lemak etc") My favorite - Fish and Chips. Buttered Rice, french fries, baked beans, mixed vegetable, 2 huge peices of fried fish, cream of mushroom soup, bread, fruit punch for drink and fruit cocktail for dessert. Imagine that in front of you after a tiring PT. What is there to complain about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My platoon mates are, on the hold, nice people. Except for a few of them, i really think that i have a good bunch of buddies around me. A few more weeks and i think the BMT guys will be closer to us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i like about the camp is the view. As it is located just beside the sea and away from high residential buildings, it has a huge unobstructed view of the sky and sea. My bunk has a sea view. Imagine that. You can see the sun rise every morning during PT or after breakfast. I like sitting down after lunch and just watch the many big ships just slowly going by. Behind them i can see the outcrops of a few islands in the horizon. And towards the right, i can see commercial planes landing in changi airpot. If i go onto the higher floors, i can even see the control tower of changi airport. Towards my left, i can see huge military planes and fighters landing. They go so close that you can feel your windows vibrating. On a lower note, it does get too noisy sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the sky simply turns red. And when night comes, the stars simply shoots out. Although i have been there for a little more than a month, i have seen rainbows for at least 3 occasions. And its not those 1 or 2 min ones that u need to squint hard at. These are those where you can make out the 7 colours and lasted. The longest was 20 mins. I timed it myself as i happened to be jogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2.4KM IPPT route, a long stretch of it, runs by to the sea. And when i say by the sea, i don't mean those jogging tracks people go to at east coast. Over there, you have your track, maybe around 15 meters of sand and grass and bbq pits, then the beach, then the sea. Here, its you and your track, a fence a metre away on your left and then the rocks slanting into the sea. Thats how close it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine running in the morning with the sun rise on your left. With the reddish glowing sky above and the dark blue sky on the right. Cool sea breeze gently hitting against your body and big ships blowing their horns, chugging along slowly. The soft sound of the birds chirping above you and waves crashing onto the rocks beside. A soft ringing by the bell on a fishing rod and the excited look on the uncle's face who is reeling in his catch. This was exactly what i experience yesterday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. If only they allowed cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaoz, i make army life sounds like a holiday chalet right.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy. Will continue later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Honour and Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8451158313202931066?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8451158313202931066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8451158313202931066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8451158313202931066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8451158313202931066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/07/army-daze.html' title='A.R.M.Y  D.A.Z.E'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-4838526601611411407</id><published>2008-06-11T02:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:45:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Day Left..</title><content type='html'>Hey you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i know it's been a while but what the heck. A lot of stuff going on now. I have only 1 day left after which i will be enlisted into the army. Wished that i had just a bit more time to clear up all my stuffs. The past week has not been exactly smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made plans and they got screwed up. And i mean really screwed up. It is like getting smacked right in the face. I am just so confused now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is what i have been doing for the few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th May &lt;br /&gt;Had my Graduation. Well, it was a fun day. I guess most of us just didn't realize the significance of that day. I know i didn't till a few days later when i stared at my diploma. It was then that it suddenly hit me. I am a diploma graduate. For the past 19+ years i worked so much and been thru so much. Finally i have made my mark. Not a great one to some i know but still an important one in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now i still cannot totally get over the fact that i am no longer a poly student. No more exams. No more lectures. No more of so much. I miss those days. I really do. As excited as i am to get on with the next phase of my life, i can't help but feel uncertain and alone. So much happened in poly. My friends, my PINs. I just cannot believe that the day will come where all these end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W6UwBnRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dy7DvH02oGw/s1600-h/1_365494040l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W6UwBnRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dy7DvH02oGw/s320/1_365494040l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338116405140754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W6x1c0NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uvH5CdVl0P8/s1600-h/1_249890028l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W6x1c0NI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uvH5CdVl0P8/s320/1_249890028l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338124212523218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7X3f3CXuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0L3zfPa6CJc/s1600-h/1_231493422l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7X3f3CXuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0L3zfPa6CJc/s320/1_231493422l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210339167359360738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7XbcTtZQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8eQHoH4audY/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7XbcTtZQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8eQHoH4audY/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338685369541890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th June&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to the Zoo today with the PINs but ended up catching a movie in PS. It was the Japanese "Accuracy of Death". I can't really say that i enjoyed it. I was kinda looking for a simple movie. Those whereby i laugh, have fun and just forget it awhile later. But boy was i in for a ride. The movie was no where near simple. It is those where you are expected to get very sensuous and artistic. Looking and study thru the actor's every move and looking out of the many many many metaphors. My mind just wasn't in that state then. Typical Japanese film. Although i won't say its bad. It is a very beautiful film actually. Don't get what i am saying? Go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to Orchard after which and simply talked cock over a cup of drink (thanks fel!) at Hereen's Spinelli. I like that feeling. Sitting down with your buddies and just talk. Of the many things i learned in poly, the most important one to me is to never take things for granted. Being there, at that point doing something so simple and yet so comforting. I will never get tired of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i guess that more or less cover everything. Sad eh? Haha. I sorta wasted my timing slacking at home. Actually, watching tv shows online will be more exact. I am sure you guys have heard or even watched the sitcom "Friends" before. I have caught it a few times on TV but it was like as it happens you know? I always wanted to watch the whole series and i finally got the chance now. I really wish i am one of those guys in there. Surrounded by your best buddies everyday. Its just so damn fun. I don't think i can finish all the seasons before enlistment but hell will i try! Reaching the end of season 4 now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will end it here now. I hope i can find some time to blog before going into the army. There is just so much more that i wish to say. Dammit. I feel like shit. I really do. This helplessness is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W7I7P5CI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ubsf4WKk4U4/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W7I7P5CI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ubsf4WKk4U4/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338130410857506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i am still glad. For  i have with me, buddies that will always make me feel in poly again. That i know. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Congrats Fel. I knew you will make it. Fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4838526601611411407?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4838526601611411407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4838526601611411407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4838526601611411407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4838526601611411407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-day-left.html' title='1 Day Left..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SE7W6UwBnRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Dy7DvH02oGw/s72-c/1_365494040l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8780544656606655802</id><published>2008-05-21T19:59:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:27:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai Long's Mystery Case file id#0002</title><content type='html'>Hello, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SONG BTW. IT ROCKS &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos for the BBQ came in. I did not had them with me as they we taken using Felin's camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She send these to me on Monday i think. Was going through them when i spotted something in one of those photos. Before i get to that, these are some of the "normal" photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT0cY80PI/AAAAAAAAANM/oRm96dp6IiM/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT0cY80PI/AAAAAAAAANM/oRm96dp6IiM/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805261214732530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felin's Bacon Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT08Y80QI/AAAAAAAAANU/RV8n5xZnkCU/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT08Y80QI/AAAAAAAAANU/RV8n5xZnkCU/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805269804667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Wings and Spicy Shroom Crabstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT3MY80RI/AAAAAAAAANc/d9SPwCpgLX4/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT3MY80RI/AAAAAAAAANc/d9SPwCpgLX4/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805308459372818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT3sY80SI/AAAAAAAAANk/CLS5If_mAes/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT3sY80SI/AAAAAAAAANk/CLS5If_mAes/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805317049307426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT4MY80TI/AAAAAAAAANs/rPoqT4ek43U/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT4MY80TI/AAAAAAAAANs/rPoqT4ek43U/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805325639242034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-tong and BelacanPrawn! Felin peeled all these prawns and we literally stir fried them in belacan chili. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQMY80UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BhY56W56qGs/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQMY80UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BhY56W56qGs/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807936979358018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine we bought. The one that Felin forced me to drink as it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQsY80VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/negYI_IE7as/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQsY80VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/negYI_IE7as/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807945569292626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felin's Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQ8Y80WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_laVg0l-Yqo/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWQ8Y80WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_laVg0l-Yqo/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807949864259938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers wings! Zacky was in for a treat indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWRMY80XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xF46pJ8SBnU/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWRMY80XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xF46pJ8SBnU/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807954159227250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWRcY80YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sGDOSWp9B8U/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQWRcY80YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sGDOSWp9B8U/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807958454194562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYJMY80ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ifvd3WeB2X4/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYJMY80ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ifvd3WeB2X4/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810015743529362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this photo funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYJcY80aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CQpDVavgPk0/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYJcY80aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CQpDVavgPk0/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810020038496674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINS AGAIN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYKcY80bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ydi_etaF8XU/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYKcY80bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ydi_etaF8XU/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810037218365874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMP! Not as easy as it looks ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYKsY80cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LQ3oq38edKk/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYKsY80cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LQ3oq38edKk/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810041513333186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempt at jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYK8Y80dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kmDW-L9oKaQ/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQYK8Y80dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kmDW-L9oKaQ/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810045808300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINS AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the mysterious photo that i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kai Long's Mystery Case file id#0002:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Mysterious Dog in ORB Photo   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approx 9pm, Wednesday 7 May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felin's Condo. BBQ Pit 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious ORB like object appeared in one of the photographs taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZrcY80eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nA0h2bw_d0I/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZrcY80eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nA0h2bw_d0I/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811703665676770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence id#44577: Original Photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of collection and careful investigation. I have gathered that the ORB like structure was not visible to the naked eye. No one noticed the ORB during when the photo was taken. The photograph will be further examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZs8Y80gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_2lrW0nxVnc/s1600-h/doggy3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZs8Y80gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_2lrW0nxVnc/s320/doggy3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811729435480578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence id#445578: Zoomed in ORB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQhucY80hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dSRI2ASeaLA/s1600-h/doggy4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQhucY80hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dSRI2ASeaLA/s320/doggy4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202820551298306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence id#445579: Zoomed in ORB 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE REVELATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ORB photograph was enlarged, an object seem to appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZssY80fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-NraoWnsTQQ/s1600-h/doggy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQZssY80fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-NraoWnsTQQ/s320/doggy2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811725140513266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence id#445580: Zoomed in ORB 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When further zoomed in, an extraction of the object was done. It seems that the object is a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further investigations narrowed down the cause of this to 2 suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suspect 1 (id#577986)&lt;br /&gt;Dust particles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been thought that dust particles in the are might has caused this effect. Especially when a digital camera is used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, numerous photographs taken by the same camera showed none of this effect. Other photographs taken just 30 secs apart showed no traces of the object either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer: http://homepage.ntlworld.com/h.cowell/false_dust.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suspect 2 (id#577987)&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been discussed widely on the web that ORBS like this are paranormal. Most sees it as "Spirits" or "Ghost Orbs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that ORBS like this are actually spirits of the deceased. A dog seems to be a likely candidate in this case. Not much information is know as of this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer:http://www.google.com.sg/search?um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;channel=s&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;q=orbs&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=iw&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While considerable evidence has been found, a conclusion is hard to reach. this is a case that will take quite some time to solve. I guess we may never know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;END-case(id#0002)--- Status: Unsolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I DID NOT FART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it. I got to admit i got a little spooked when i saw the "dog" inside there. I guess it may just be some dust particles after all? The mind is very creative at times don't you think so? Especially so when i am bored and restless at home. Nevertheless, i will like to hear any opinions you may have. Just tag it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies look clear now. Maybe i will bring down my telescope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8780544656606655802?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8780544656606655802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8780544656606655802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8780544656606655802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8780544656606655802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/05/bbq-photos-and-kai-longs-mystery-case.html' title='Kai Long&apos;s Mystery Case file id#0002'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SDQT0cY80PI/AAAAAAAAANM/oRm96dp6IiM/s72-c/DSC00847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-1074926940802162701</id><published>2008-05-09T01:19:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:22:29.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER LONG Weekly Report!</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Been a week since i blogged. Reason being that there were quite a lot of stuff going on and i was just too busy or tired to type any post. Well then, since i am so free now, i shall being with my weekly report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday May 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not intend to go out today. Was doing some programming for a game when Darric suddenly called me out. He did called me out the day before but as i am literally bankrupted, i told him i couldn't make it. Well, he called anyway and said that he and alaina was already at kahtib station waiting for me. Being such a nice person that i am (and that he is offering to treat me to the movies), i could not refuse right? I told them to go ahead to AMK 1st and that i will join them after a bath. So after my bath, guess what they sms-ed me. They bought the tickets to the 1.45pm Iron Man show. And i am in my room, water still dripping from my hair, 1.30pm. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i did made it on time. Iron Man was good. 4/5 stars i say. Funny and entertaining although i kinda expected more action at the end.We went to Bottle Tree Park (AGAIN!) after that. Sat down and took some pictures. Really nice place. Especially when the sun is setting and it isn't that hot. Talked till the sun set and went home at around 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLy89ey9I/AAAAAAAAALE/O9O5MkZOJgE/s1600-h/Image280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLy89ey9I/AAAAAAAAALE/O9O5MkZOJgE/s320/Image280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198081733645224914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was setting. Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzM9ey-I/AAAAAAAAALM/D6bLifIlgtQ/s1600-h/Image285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzM9ey-I/AAAAAAAAALM/D6bLifIlgtQ/s320/Image285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198081737940192226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darric and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzc9ey_I/AAAAAAAAALU/XlC4k0LUiVw/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzc9ey_I/AAAAAAAAALU/XlC4k0LUiVw/s320/Image287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198081742235159538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain Alaina taking a pic of herself. GOTCHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzs9ezAI/AAAAAAAAALc/eWhvqom23qk/s1600-h/Image293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLzs9ezAI/AAAAAAAAALc/eWhvqom23qk/s320/Image293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198081746530126850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darric and Alaina. Nice background eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLz89ezBI/AAAAAAAAALk/t3pk15_CZMo/s1600-h/Image303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLz89ezBI/AAAAAAAAALk/t3pk15_CZMo/s320/Image303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198081750825094162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us! Dark right? I need a camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with alaina and darric again! This time it was to accompany alaina to a university's talk or something. Bottom line is that we got so turned off just by looking at the university that we decided to just forget it and proceeded to Marina Square for our lunch/dinner/High Tea whatever you call it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the food court in marina square as i was on low budget. Haha. We basically just slacked and talked cock there. Talked about lots of stuffs. From who's going to get married 1st to Singapore Duck Tours to Casinos bla bla bla. We ate our desserts at the non air conditioned area of the food court. The one with the view of the merlion/esplanade/integrated resorts. Quite a nice view. Definitely better when the IR is completed. Went home after that. What a day to spend your Saturday right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMi89ezCI/AAAAAAAAALs/gVxQO4KW14o/s1600-h/Image311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMi89ezCI/AAAAAAAAALs/gVxQO4KW14o/s320/Image311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198082558278945826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the food court. Confirm nice at night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Benjamin's belated birthday today. Dickson (finally managed to meet this busy guy), Darric and me went to kahtib and bought stuff for the steamboat. Bought a small cake too. We then proceeded to the usual place(MY HOUSE!) for the steamboat. The B'day boy came over later after the preparations were done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was hell of a steamboat i tell you. Had all kinds of stuff in there. Apart from that, we were all challenging each other to grab the many meat balls using the chopsticks. NOT EASY ok. I also failed in my attempt to crack an egg nicely. Stressed i guess. With dickson this kind of people barking in the background, its really hard to concentrate. We took turns cracking the eggs but it was my bro that won the day. He crack the egged SINGLE HANDEDLY OK! Sort of lucky there but still, he won the Master of Egg Cracking award. Prize? A loud round of OOOOs and WAHHHHS and applause from us that even got my parents coming into the kitchen wondering what happened. Watched the last samurai while we devoured our ice creams and fruit cocktails. Cut the cake after that. I was so freaking full can? The guys left my house early as Darric had to book in that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMjc9ezDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8a7laQzm40o/s1600-h/Image313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMjc9ezDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8a7laQzm40o/s320/Image313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198082566868880434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin aka Birthday boy cutting cake. That's my bro acting cool behind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMkc9ezEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SfX7-NoIt98/s1600-h/Image314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNMkc9ezEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SfX7-NoIt98/s320/Image314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198082584048749634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson, My Bro, Me, Darric and Benjamin (seated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday May 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the pins today. Meet Zhi Hao and Felin at IMM to buy the ingredients for our BBQ the next day. A big pack of 30 small packet of Cheese Balls was our 1st item! Haha. Bought the usual stuff. Hot dogs, crab meat, bacons, chicken wings bla bla bla. You know the drill. Oh ya, we also bought a bottle of wine. Why that bottle? Cause Miss Felin Lai thought that it will taste good as the bottle looks good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao then drove us to Bukit Batok where we sourced for the wire mash. It was there that Felin bought the scratch and win thingy form Singapore pools. Basically, it costs $1 per piece and you scratch to see if you got 3 of the same prize $$. If you do, you win that amount. The top prize is $10k. So Felin bought 5 of it and was so excited about scratching it that she was talking all about it while Hao drove us to her house. I carried the stuff up with her while Hao waited in the car. We placed teh stuff in her house and she then started scratching the 1st card. Beginners luck i say but yeap, she won $1. Haha. Guess our confidence grew and she stared scratching the others. Was empty handed till the last one. She scratched on a part and 2 $10000 icons appeared. We were so excited that we rushed down to Hao to show him. Still gt 6 more chances of another $10000! But nope, $10000 wasn't inside. I thought for a moment that she really won it. But it turned out to be a $1000. That feeling, haha, CHEATED.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to railway mall for a meal. Ate the laksa there there. Not bad. But kinda ex compared to food courts and such. But it is 24hrs there la. So cannot compare. It was going out from there that we almost met with an accident. Guess we all were lucky. Hao was still stunned when he got home. I admit i was a bit too. But well, we lived! Pays well to be a nice person eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQs9ezGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o15fL_ashF0/s1600-h/Image322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQs9ezGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o15fL_ashF0/s320/Image322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083344257961058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit blur ya? But you can see the 3 $1 icon right? This is the $1 wining ticket. I haven claim for Fel sia! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQc9ezFI/AAAAAAAAAME/tXSXxhsecyw/s1600-h/Image321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQc9ezFI/AAAAAAAAAME/tXSXxhsecyw/s320/Image321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083339962993746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that got us excited. The 2 $10000 on the top right was the 1st 2 that appeared. I thought she won liao when she scratched the $1000 below. Sad. Miss by one ZERO. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday May 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ DAY! Went to get some last min stuff from NTUC and proceeded to Bukit Batok. Hao picked me up from there. It was around 3.40pm when i reached his house. And guess what, i hear THUNDER. Not those small and weak kinds hor. Is those super loud ones. Those where you hear a bit of it coming 1st, then BANG! then u can hear it slowly fading off banging into other areas. Anyway, we proceeded to Felin's house with all the stuff. It was then that the skies suddenly cleared! Heaven must really like us! Thunders and Grey clouds but no rain! Don't play play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Fel's house and proceeded to stare at her making the bacon rolls. Slow sia. But it's nice. So worth the wait. Hao and i proceeded down to start the fire 1st. Well, the pit was a bit special. Not like the ones we normally see at hao's condo or east coast park. It had a few layers and stuff. Took awhile to figure it out and started the fire. Managed to get the fire charcoals going a while later and started bbq-ing. We had a lot really. Much more than what some bbq i gone to had even though it was just the 3 of us. Since i am so bo liao, i thnk i will just list them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Packs of Cheese Balls (haha)&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of Hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of Cheese Hot dogs (we love cheese eh?)&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of crab stick&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of chicken wings (around 23 like that?)&lt;br /&gt;1 pack of prawns (half a kg i think)&lt;br /&gt;1 Sotong &lt;br /&gt;2 large pieces of Stingray &lt;br /&gt;20 or so Bacon rolls stuffed with straw mushrooms and asparagus (Felin's Little Creation)&lt;br /&gt;1 Pack of marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of F&amp;N Orange Syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of ELEPHANT BRAND Chill! (remember hor, ELEPHANT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS alot for 3 people ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we BBQ-ed. We ate, talk cock, took photos and had fun at the same time. Ate and ate. I really ate a lot man. We then sat that the benches and talked cock while the sotongs slowly simmered on the BBQ pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked a lot actually. Nice and relaxing. I enjoyed it. I mean, sitting beside the pool with some of your close friends. Whats more is there to ask? BUT. Don't ever ever tell Felin too much of your stuff. Cause she will come back and haunt you with all of them. Dragging up ancient secrets and drilling you for the truth. Suddenly, you will find yourself attached to so many girls and having relations with the people you hate the most. Right Felin? =P. And ya, we did test the wine. And it sucks lor. Just goes to prove that the saying " Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover" is super valid. Bottle is nice ya, but the drink itself is no where near. Fel disliked it so much that she had to resort to pouring her portion into my cup when i was not looking. I think i drank half the bottle. Think she was trying to make me drunk. Bad fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQ89ezHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IUTXyUO60rs/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNQ89ezHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IUTXyUO60rs/s320/Image316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083348552928370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the bacon roll that fel made on the left. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNRM9ezII/AAAAAAAAAMc/39aiP82rZCc/s1600-h/Image319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNNRM9ezII/AAAAAAAAAMc/39aiP82rZCc/s320/Image319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083352847895682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawns and Sotongs! WAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. We did took a lot more photos using Fel's camera. Will upload them once she sends me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This IS a freaking long post. 1hr 30mins of typing and uploading man. I need to bath and sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1074926940802162701?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1074926940802162701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1074926940802162701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1074926940802162701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1074926940802162701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekly-report.html' title='SUPER LONG Weekly Report!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SCNLy89ey9I/AAAAAAAAALE/O9O5MkZOJgE/s72-c/Image280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-4899661628314460565</id><published>2008-04-30T00:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:21:25.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thuhan and Fana</title><content type='html'>Hello! How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcv9SXTpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qCru3hBMuzM/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcv9SXTpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qCru3hBMuzM/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194722674170351250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fana and Thuhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Thuhan and Fana today to collect our graduation robes from Serangoon. Took the train all the way to potong pasir and walked from there. Clever Ms Thuhan chose to take the bus instead and ended up at the opposite side of a major traffic junction. Ended up taking a taxi to reach us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, contradict to what i expected, we were the only ones there. They were no queue or anything. We were told to make our payment and woosh, off we were to try out the robe. I think we missed Min Dzi by a little as his name was just above us on the list. Anyway, we tried our robe and was dragged into a pyscho-ing session by the staff to purchase one of the photography packages. She wanted us to put a $100 deposit on the spot! I kinda find it uneasy that they are doing this to poly students. I mean each of the package cost over a hundred dollars. The usage of word-play to try to make us say "Yes" is kind of unethical. Anyway, we survived that and went out in less then 15mins. The robe looks quite cool. Kinda ex though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to plaza singapura next. Bought tickets to Forbidden Kingdom and went to the food court for a bite. Met my intern mate, pei en there. Such a coincidence right. Learnt from her that our manager did not issue her a Testimonial as she requested. Was very disappointed to hear that. I mean is it that hard to give us a little credit for what we have done? We are just students right? Slogged there for a semester and we don't even deserve a testimonial? My respect for him and the department dropped a lot. Not that I nor them will care that much anyway.Thankfully i won't have to go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Forbidden Kingdom next. Story line was OK. Fighting scenes was good. The show as quite funny too. Little jokes here and there with direct translations of Chinese idioms to English. THATS COST YOU AIN'T LISTENING HARD ENOUGH! (You will understand if you watched it.) Accompanied the girls to some window shopping and we walked over to Orchard. Took a must deserved rest out side HMV. Took our chance to take quite some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbqdSXTiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dq4-9l_01b0/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbqdSXTiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dq4-9l_01b0/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194721480169442850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbrNSXTjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-quRKiBxOkQ/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbrNSXTjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-quRKiBxOkQ/s320/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194721493054344754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbr9SXTkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D1en9C6y0Rg/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdbr9SXTkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D1en9C6y0Rg/s320/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194721505939246658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Cineleisure's long john for my dinner. My meal cost $6.45. To think that it will have cost less than $5 for what i have ordered 2 years ago. Prices are indeed rising. Food courts, Kopitiams and even our beloved old chang kee has raised their prices in this few years. Curry Puff was only 90cents 3 years ago man. Why aren't our pay raised on par? There so many tissue aunties/uncles nowadays. 1 or 2 beggars even. What is Singapore turning into? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH of that. We talked and had lots of fun at Long John. Took a lot of photos. Here are some of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvdSXTnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/owyuzVvTtfc/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvdSXTnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/owyuzVvTtfc/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194722665580416626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvtSXToI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4tcyF8r01es/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvtSXToI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4tcyF8r01es/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194722669875383938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored that i tried to link up some of the remaining photos together into a lame story. And thus i present to you guys: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE TISSUE PAPER WAR!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBddbNSXTrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gU1m7nmnvk8/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBddbNSXTrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gU1m7nmnvk8/s320/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194723417199693490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thuhan: Ahh, tissue paper! I can use that to clean my hand!&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long: Just what i need! Tissue paper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBddbNSXTqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2i7ZDaJFSqk/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBddbNSXTqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2i7ZDaJFSqk/s320/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194723417199693474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuhan: Hmmmm, I think only got one piece of it left leh.&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long: Huh? One piece left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvNSXTlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLnaYrDn2KI/s1600-h/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvNSXTlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLnaYrDn2KI/s320/DSC01290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194722661285449298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuhan: Don't even think about it. That piece is mine!&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long: Oh no it doesn't!! I saw it 1st!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvNSXTmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KZqCVPbPpKM/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcvNSXTmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KZqCVPbPpKM/s320/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194722661285449314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuhan: I DON'T CARE! TAKE THIS! KUNG FU STOMPING LEG! AH TAAAAAAAR~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long: AHHHH! MY LEG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdd39SXTsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uwxy8BaUwR0/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdd39SXTsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uwxy8BaUwR0/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194723911120932546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuhan: YEA! TISSUE! YOU ARE MINE!&lt;br /&gt;Kai Long: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YOU CHEATER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How how? Not bad ah? Or was it super duper lame? Pleas bear in mind that these photos were taken in jest and were no way made to produce this lame "show" or whatever you call it. It was me that linked them up! Haha! i think i am a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, it was a tiring and fun day! Really hope that i can have many more of these happy moments. I don't want to grow up so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams! TATA! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4899661628314460565?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4899661628314460565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4899661628314460565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4899661628314460565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4899661628314460565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/04/thuhan-and-fana.html' title='Thuhan and Fana'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SBdcv9SXTpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qCru3hBMuzM/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-983427183169918508</id><published>2008-04-21T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:48:33.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up. Having Fun. Realisations.</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came in on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are hereby required under Section 10 of the Enlistment Act (Cap 93), to report for enlistment on 13 JUN 2008 (FRI) AT 8.00AM to SPECIAL OPERATION TACTICS CENTRE (SOTAC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not but i got into Commandos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just around 1 month left before i do my part for the country. Frankly, i am sort of looking forward to it. Ya i know its tough and such but i am sure it will be fun too. I am just worried about my application as a police officer. I really hope i will get shortlisted again and make it in. Commandos will do fine ya but police will be just great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with alaina yesterday. Darric got called back for guard duty (awww) so it was just the two of us. We didn't do much really, just talked and talked. Went to AMK's Mac, the one near the park. Quite a nice place actually. Will be a great place to hang out with friends IF it isn't that crowded. I think 1 or 2am will be a nice timing. We saw a young girl working there, must be around 13 or 14 only. Kinda admire her actually. I mean ok, ya, i am just 19, but i really do feel kinda "old"? I mean alaina turned 20 just the day before (HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! =P)and majority of my EX-colleagues are engaged before 30. Just think about that, by the time the next BIG candle hits your cake, you might already be saving up to buy a flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am just not ready for that. There's sooooo many things that i have not done or tried out! I feel as if i just wasted my teenage years. Sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained a little and we headed back home. It was at the bus stop that we decided to pop over Bottle Tree park. That 851 uncle pretended that he didn't see me when i flagged -.- . There was still a slight drizzle when we arrived. Kinda nice actually as i think it will be just too hot on a normal day. We entered the park and headed over to the paint ball arena inside there. Cool ar, always wanted to do that. Shall attempt it if i can get enough people. We headed to the main area next(the restaurant, longkang fish pond etc). Saw a pond with few huge fishes and hell lot of coins. Miss Alaina decided that it is a wishing pond, dropped in a coin and made a wish. Wonder whats there to wish when you got such a nice friend standing beside you. Shouldn't that be already a wish come true! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead, there was a mini pond with kids stomping all around in it. Armed with a small fish net, they were actually trying to catch the many small fishes swimming around. Joked with alaina about the idea of 2 grown ups like us going in when she pointed at the below 12 sign. Darn, i was quite serious at one point. Haha. There is a small pub, i think. Wasn't open at that time but i will really like to try it out in future. Get a couple of good friends and talk cock over a couple of drinks. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to the big pond. I was trying to find an empty shelter when alaina pointed out to a "tiger" in the trees. Yeap, it was a tiger alright. The owners really do have a sense of humour. Looks quite real from a distance especially. We then took some photos of it and moved to the ox cart. Took some photos again and sat down beside the pond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice place actually. Peaceful and quiet. Nice place to have small talks with your buddies. It was so relaxing for me that i almost fell asleep. We talked for quite a bit before finally heading home. I certainly will go back there again. It was a very relaxing day for me. Needed that break. Hope the same goes for you too SKY! Smile more PLEASE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that i have typed so much. Actually, these few days wasn't very smooth for me. Been quite a while since i felt so down. Some of you will know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just cannot pretend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-983427183169918508?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/983427183169918508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=983427183169918508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/983427183169918508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/983427183169918508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/04/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up. Having Fun. Realisations.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5247997030767931173</id><published>2008-04-21T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:00:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME NOT!</title><content type='html'>New Song. It Rocks! (AS USUAL &gt; MY SONG LEH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SURVIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Dreams. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5247997030767931173?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5247997030767931173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5247997030767931173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5247997030767931173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5247997030767931173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-song.html' title='KILL ME NOT!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6279072232712643070</id><published>2008-04-17T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:55:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tiring day for me. Went to police headquarters for a selection. Yeap, i signed up for a post as a police officer. Boy was the selection long. Ended at 5pm and was informed that there will be an 2nd round of selection for shortlisted applicants. Really hope i can make it in. It will be another dream come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one other dream did came true for me today. My vixen porta mount finally arrived after 2 weeks of waiting! Hope i will be able to finally test out my telescope tomorrow night as i am just too tired today. The sky isn't that promising also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end of with some sexy pictures ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdidznu6AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cvRqTQnT1zc/s1600-h/Image260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdidznu6AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cvRqTQnT1zc/s320/Image260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190225359780374530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iXUJ64CwfPo/s1600-h/Image262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6BI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iXUJ64CwfPo/s320/Image262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190225364075341842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vixen Porta Mount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h3WjdyeGGew/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdieDnu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h3WjdyeGGew/s320/Image265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190225364075341858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My RF130sf Scope on my porta!! WAHAAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!! Sugar Dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if you look away for awhile. But that's just looking away, in the end, it's still there, in front of you. And it will remain there unless you do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6279072232712643070?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6279072232712643070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6279072232712643070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6279072232712643070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6279072232712643070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/04/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring day!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/SAdidznu6AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cvRqTQnT1zc/s72-c/Image260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8083295979825609725</id><published>2008-04-08T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:37:54.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blogging!</title><content type='html'>Hello, how are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st week without work has just gone by and all i can say is ----&gt; IT ROCKS. Come to think of it, i have been a full time worker in that company for more than half a year! Really needed this break. I just can't stand staring at my computer from 9 till 6, doing meaningless IT stuff anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much after my last day of work. Can't use my DEAR/SUPER-CHIO/TOK-GONG/FANTASTIC telescope as i am still waiting for my mount to arrive. Well, i ordered 2 extra stuff and kinda went over my budget. In fact, buying the mount itself has already made me exceed my budget by almost $200? After adding this and that, i can't believe that i actually spend $1000 on this setup. That's one month of my salary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i do not regret. This has always been what i wanted and i believe that it is $$ well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i did went out on Wednesday. Fana called me and asked if i wanna go out. Being that wonderful friend that i am, i agreed and even invited thuhan along. So nice of me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess where 3 grown ups like us went. If the Science Centre was one of your guesses, YOU'RE right! Got to admit i was kinda embarrassed(shh, i didn't tell anyone), walking up to the counter lady asking for 3 adult tickets when the entrance is flooded by students in school uniform. BUT HELL, a man gonna do what's a man gonna do right! So up i went and bought those tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time i visit science centre was way back in primary school. Things haven changed much i supposed. Still those wacky visual effect or .... STUFF? lying around. I guess the highlight of the part was actually the TESLA COIL exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, is this huge round metal thing discharging electricity. Guys who played Red Alert will know what i am talking about. For those who still don't get what the heck i am saying, i am uploading a picture of the coil in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R_ppI3abBiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yryDrmGB78U/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R_ppI3abBiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yryDrmGB78U/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186573521905190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BZzZZZZZZZzzZZzzzzZZZZ!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So halfway through the show, that guy attaches 2 balloons beside the Tesla and asked people to guess what's the Gas in the balloons. I hear people shouting Helium and Hydrogen bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, recalling my not very well preserved sec school physics:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;Helium + Electricity = KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen + Electricity = ALSO KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to get out of the Science Centre in one piece and thus moved back. I told Thuhan to move back too but NOOOOOOO she didn't listen. Fana actually recorded the whole procedure. Shall upload when i am free. So what happened was that my physics wasn't THAT bad after all and Miss Thuhan came AHHHH-ing and running to us. We went to the other exhibits after that. Not bad. Interesting in fact. Overall, it was a fun and happy day for us. Very educational also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is just too long. Shall end with a picture we took that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R_ppJXabBjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hkFqxysDM7U/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R_ppJXabBjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hkFqxysDM7U/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186573530495125042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Sugar dreams. &lt;br /&gt;(Vixen Porta Mount! Come Come! Don't let me wait anymore!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8083295979825609725?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8083295979825609725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8083295979825609725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8083295979825609725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8083295979825609725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-blogging.html' title='I am blogging!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/R_ppI3abBiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yryDrmGB78U/s72-c/DSC01008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-3434150138515702365</id><published>2008-03-30T03:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:27:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True</title><content type='html'>Close friends of mine will know just how happy i am now. I will let the pictures do the telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XMHabBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_IkHeRlNTs/s1600-h/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XMHabBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_IkHeRlNTs/s320/Image231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183246455554115042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxHabBbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nJ8nyQ5qWLk/s1600-h/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxHabBbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nJ8nyQ5qWLk/s320/Image235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183244892186019250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxHabBcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3-MBIGQLjko/s1600-h/Image240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxHabBcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3-MBIGQLjko/s320/Image240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183244892186019266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxnabBdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XNgEkRpcFps/s1600-h/Image243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6VxnabBdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XNgEkRpcFps/s320/Image243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183244900775953874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XMnabBfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jSnjyZBCgeU/s1600-h/Image244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XMnabBfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jSnjyZBCgeU/s320/Image244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183246464144049650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XqHabBgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZOVYroCKY7Y/s1600-h/Image241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XqHabBgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZOVYroCKY7Y/s320/Image241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183246970950190594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XrXabBhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mDXyREi-l2Y/s1600-h/Image248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XrXabBhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mDXyREi-l2Y/s320/Image248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183246992425027090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that i can't sleep. I just have to get the mount/tripod now. Just one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3434150138515702365?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3434150138515702365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3434150138515702365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3434150138515702365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3434150138515702365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/R-6XMHabBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/R_IkHeRlNTs/s72-c/Image231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-7345204365341179979</id><published>2008-03-08T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:24:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 NEW SONGs</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE THE GOODNESS. CLICk PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very meaningful. Like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? Gotta admire my taste right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-7345204365341179979?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/7345204365341179979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=7345204365341179979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/7345204365341179979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/7345204365341179979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-song.html' title='2 NEW SONGs'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5562974840632110009</id><published>2008-03-04T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:20:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>No work. MC today. Virus infect on my lips. Dunno should be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5562974840632110009?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5562974840632110009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5562974840632110009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5562974840632110009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5562974840632110009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/03/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1019877921476938692</id><published>2008-02-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:43:36.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!</title><content type='html'>WAAHAHAHAH!!!! Feels good to be back! DID YOU GUYS MISS ME TOO MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1019877921476938692?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1019877921476938692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1019877921476938692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1019877921476938692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1019877921476938692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-4907121486710779251</id><published>2008-02-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:42:19.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just super tired from work. Kaoz, i need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? I am so confused..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4907121486710779251?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4907121486710779251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4907121486710779251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4907121486710779251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4907121486710779251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-alive.html' title='I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-981964272160480688</id><published>2008-01-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:32:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song!</title><content type='html'>New song! This version of Umbrella rocks man. Way better than the original. Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intern ends on next friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-981964272160480688?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/981964272160480688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=981964272160480688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/981964272160480688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/981964272160480688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-song.html' title='New Song!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-2169931397700758963</id><published>2008-01-09T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:37:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sick</title><content type='html'>I feel like shit now. I look like shit too i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2169931397700758963?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2169931397700758963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2169931397700758963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2169931397700758963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2169931397700758963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-sick.html' title='Very sick'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-2731397115357059095</id><published>2008-01-08T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:37:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>My throat hurts alot. Sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2731397115357059095?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2731397115357059095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2731397115357059095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2731397115357059095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2731397115357059095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/01/freaking-sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-557819142342628354</id><published>2008-01-06T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:18:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Been gone for quite some time. A lot of stuff going on nowadays and i am just too tired. Well, there are quite a few of interesting stuff that happened since my last post. So there they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22DEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was BBQ day! My sec school friends organised a bbq at costa sands. We had a similar event around 1 year ago and it was real fun. So i met up with Darric and Cassandra and headed over orchard to wait for alaina, who was, as usual, late. Reached there at around 6pm i guess? Can't really remember the time. Well, there were quite a few of people there already. Food was not bad i guess? Haha. But i think i was just too tired from my daily work. My shoulders and head was screaming out in pain. My eyelids was heavy and i did not really talk much. We had a Christmas present exhange and after a few minutes of photography, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BUCUQX18I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ib47I_9uVsc/s1600-h/secschbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BUCUQX18I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ib47I_9uVsc/s320/secschbbq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152210372485699522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31DEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its new year eve. Knocked off from work at 3pm and off i went, straight home. My parents was painting the house so i didn't really do much. Just lazed around and play a couple matches of dota. It was at around 8.30pm that i received a call from a feelow Singastro forum memeber that he was holding an OBS session at tamp. So off i went with benjamin and dickson, on bus 39. We reached there at about 10 i guess? Meet him and 2 otehr guys. The sky was very bad. Not a good day for star gazing. Well, we did see the Orion Nebula. Quite an amazing sight. Got home just before the stroke of midnight. Greeted 2008 by just sleeping the first hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4JAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager gave my department a treat today. We went to Sakura International Buffet at Toa Payeo. The food was not bad. Hell lot of shushi and japenese stuff. I think i ate the most, just kept going and going. I like the marinated octopus. The mango pudding is a bad choice though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BWeUQX1_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/I4PaSjjorOM/s1600-h/040120083205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BWeUQX1_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/I4PaSjjorOM/s320/040120083205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152213052545292274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IT Department with my Manger and General Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home which was around 10? I just walked out of kahtib station and happened to take a look at the sky. It was beautiful. No clouds at all. Orion and Mars was clearly visible to the naked eye. Called Ben and Dickson out for some start gazing and card games at my house. It was a few mins before they arrived that anotehr fellow Singastro Forum memeber smsed me. OBS session at Woodlands. GREAT. My dad drove the gang there. Met him and another memeber as well. The sky wasn't promising at 1st, it even rained a little. But after some chit chat and praying, the clouds cleared and mars started popping out. Gazed at it thourgh his telescope. NICE. Saw quite a few stuff too. Orion nebula, Subaru (yep, thats the car brand that was named after a group of stars.) Gemini and some others. I always wanted to see saturn. I was a bit disappointed when he could not remember the location of saturn. Luckily i did. I knew it will rise at around 12.30am in the East but i wasn't too sure. I saw a bright spot that wasn't blinking and pointed it out to him. He pointed the scope and it, gave me a very normal look and said that i could give it a try. That normal look on his face killed me instantly. I thought it was just another star. So i peeked thru the scope half heartedly and WALA! SATURN. AND ITS RINGS. SO FREAKING NICE CAN! I could see the rings cearly and even 2 of saturn's MOON! Thats the happiest moment i had in these months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dreams jus came through. That feeling. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BUxUQX1-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tZJqsWx3vj0/s1600-h/saturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BUxUQX1-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tZJqsWx3vj0/s320/saturn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152211179939551202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn. Looked something like that thru the scope. Smaller though. Can see the rings and 2 of the mooons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then. I think that should about do for it. My poly juss mailed me a letter. I havent paid my school fees. The stupid acadamic dept de registered me as a student. They tell me to go back and return my admin card and that i wun be able to use my ezlink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU SINGAPORE POLYTECHINIC. I am a student. How can you do this to me. How can you be so cruel? You are such a big and wealthy organisation and yet, there are so little help that you can provide. Money Money Money. are we just all Money to you? I am just a student earning $500 a month on Internship. I cant even work part time. I need this poly cert and i deserve it. I am not the best student but i am a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cert is me. Take it away and you will regret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-557819142342628354?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/557819142342628354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=557819142342628354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/557819142342628354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/557819142342628354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/R4BUCUQX18I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ib47I_9uVsc/s72-c/secschbbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-222753004763070433</id><published>2007-12-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:47:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again</title><content type='html'>I am very sick. Sore throat. Coughs. Fever. Running nose. Feel like shit. I hope i will recover by Saturday. Medical checkup tomorrow. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selemat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-222753004763070433?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/222753004763070433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=222753004763070433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/222753004763070433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/222753004763070433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8229990015662339923</id><published>2007-12-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:32:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>Today is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; day of my mc. Stayed at home all day to rest. I think this is the 2nd time that i have taken taken mc throughout my poly years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling well since sunday. Had this very uncomfortable feeling around my chest. Whats more, i keep getting this weird urge to vomit. Just kept gaging the moment i wake up. The gagging is so severe that after a while, my hands and head will go numb. At 1st i didn't really care, went on the work as normal. Then my headache started kicking in. This sudden and strong pain in my head, so sever that i have to stop whatever i am doing, squeeze my fist and curse silently. It was on wed morning that i could not take it anymore and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skipped work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 1hr and 15mins of waiting, it was finally my turn to consult the doc. Told him what happened and such. He did the usual stuff, checked my heart rate and took my blood pressure. After a while, he sat down, smiled to me warmly and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Doc - "So, you are working already?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "yea, i am an intern now"&lt;br /&gt;Doc - "So where do you work then?"&lt;br /&gt;Confused me - " An IT company at kallang, why?"&lt;br /&gt;Doc - " Do you have enough sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;me = " Well, i sleep at around 12 and wake at around 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Doc smiles - " Are you coping well? "&lt;br /&gt;confused me " Well, i guess i am slowly getting used to it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceed to tell me not to be worried, saying that my symptom are not, in his opinion, disease based. Its more of mental well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc - " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You are just too stressed up.&lt;/span&gt; Relax. Take a rest. I will give you some med for you vomiting and headache. As well as some vitamin C. 2 days MC, go have a good rest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shocked. Confused. Stressed?&lt;/span&gt; Eh? I guess sometimes i really dunnoe my body that well after all. The corporate life is not my cup of tea. I like that doc, he seems nice and has a very very nice &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and rest. Woke up at eveing and watched some tv. It was then i got this weird feeling in my eyes. Ignored it. After 30mins, it was still there. Went to look at the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R2Ey0WWsGZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OQ1OtybsvKI/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R2Ey0WWsGZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OQ1OtybsvKI/s320/Image182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143448124369148306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sian. &lt;/span&gt;Luckily for me, its much better now. Ahhh. Shall go bath now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow. Napfa tomorrow. OT after Napfa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YISHUN --&gt; KALLANG----&gt; DOVER ------&gt; KALLANG  -------&gt; YISHUN&lt;br /&gt;7am-------8am-----------5.30pm---------?pm------------?pm or maybe AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaoz, tomorrow my chn 8 7pm show &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;finale&lt;/span&gt; leh, gonna miss it.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;!@#$%^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.SUGAR DREAMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8229990015662339923?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8229990015662339923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8229990015662339923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8229990015662339923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8229990015662339923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/12/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/R2Ey0WWsGZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OQ1OtybsvKI/s72-c/Image182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-1118853073175921847</id><published>2007-12-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:24:31.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>OK! Just bath and am waiting for my hair to dry. Still haven pay my school fees but i guess i will just take one step at a time. Getting used to work now i guess. Finally got grade A for my conduct. This is the 1st time that i actually feel like i have achieved something throughout my intern. Finally a recognition and affirmation. My performance still B though but i guess i shouldn't be complaining as my other intern mate isn't doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how my colleagues survive in this line. I mean, the stuff we do are so meaningless. I remember the sort of satisfaction i used to get when i manage to solve a computer problem. But now, strangely, i don't feel it anymore. I mean so what? So what if i managed to do something others can't with a computer? I mean, if you were to compare, its not that i am THAT smart or something. In fact, i think i can be considered as an novice in the world of computing or information technology. Even if one day, i were to become one of the best, so what? I will still be a guy that spends his life looking and studying dead, meaningless computers. Putting it simply, i will be looking and playing around with 1s and 0s, electric signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that there is just so much stuff out there in the world for us to know and explore? I need to do stuff that have greater meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa, onto other stuffs then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa on friday. -.- I think will fail badly. Whats worst is that i have to head back to work after it for some big shit. I guess i won't be heading home sooner then 10pm. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that one way to relax myself during work, is to look at my wallpaper. Haha. Its a big picture of the Orion's belt in the constellation Orion. YEAP, STARS AGAIN. I know what some of you maybe be thinking now, stuff like "Huh? siao ar, see star pic relaxed?". Yea yea, i know, i find it abit weird too but the picture really clams me down alot. You can see me just staring at it for a minute or two before continuing with work. I guess i am really crazy about astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R164TmWsGYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xBmevmzBFWw/s1600-h/orion+belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/R164TmWsGYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xBmevmzBFWw/s320/orion+belt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142750471356422530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the desktop background of my pc at work. Nice eh? Love it. Orion's belt are those 3 nicely aligned stars. Look up at night and you should be able to spot them easily! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to school. Taking train with fana, makign fun of zhang qian, act cute with zheng jie and of course, hanging out with my pins doing crazy shit. Life just seems way better back in poly with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fel: Don't so emo ok? Don't think so much. Everything will pass, you still got me and hao ok? We will meet up one day to makan as promised. And as for you semester, i will try my best to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO Hao: HAHAHAHAHA&gt; PAI SEH! I will remember to bring my shorts. Don't worry. And go and read up on OS and Law leh. Teach fel, arbo later she nag and nag. I forget alot liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a telescope. But i think i wont be getting one soon.I don't think i should get it now too even if i can afford one as that won't be right. I am not rich and am just earning 500 per month, spending up to a thousand plus is just not right. I will wait till i get a job and am having a stable income. THEN I WILL GO ALL OUT. Haha. I promised myself that i will one day, take colored astro pictures myself and i know i will achieve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post. I should go to sleep now, Having terrible headaches. Sugar dreams. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1118853073175921847?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1118853073175921847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1118853073175921847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1118853073175921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1118853073175921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/R164TmWsGYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xBmevmzBFWw/s72-c/orion+belt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-5848182980969018627</id><published>2007-12-05T03:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:12:53.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>WA LAU! I fell asleep the moment i reach home. 8pm like that. I didn't even bath. Was just so freaking tired. Imagine how i felt when i woke up and realised that it was already 2.30am. Went to bath and here i am now, waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it so much when this happens. Normally, no matter how tired i am, i will try to stay awake till 12am. If not, i will really have no life. Wake up, work, sleep, work again. I just hit 19 man! I wanna enjoy life! Stupid. Just wasted a few hours of fun today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT. SUGAR DREAMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5848182980969018627?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5848182980969018627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5848182980969018627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5848182980969018627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5848182980969018627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3402892907068340194</id><published>2007-12-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:31:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.</title><content type='html'>Stupid school fees. I need to pay $1050. And they give me less then 2 weeks of notice. Pro. Then they will start to fine me $15 and give me 1 or 2 more weeks. Kaoz. I intern one month $500 leh, not $5000. Where they wan me find so much $$$? I wan work part time also cannot. Intern taking up all my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i will strike TOTO. Please help me. TOTO, come to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3402892907068340194?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3402892907068340194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3402892907068340194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3402892907068340194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3402892907068340194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/12/haiz.html' title='Haiz.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3779327759813801791</id><published>2007-11-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:26:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking.</title><content type='html'>I do not know how much longer i can last. I am tired. Very tired. But the thought of me waking up and going back to work is preventing me from going to bed. I dread it, i dread it so much. I just finished my weekly report. It was torturing. I just hope this internship will end now, immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i got no one to blame. When i was waiting for the postings, i hope and wished that i will be able to get a reputable company, a MNC, a challenging job which will able to push me to my limits. When the posting was announced, i got my wishes. It is a American MNC alright, one of the largest in the IT line. My collegue are not bad too i guess. Although 1 or 2 of them are getting on my nerves, the others are ok. My manager is good too i guess, a strict yet friendly fellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, everything just turned out wrong. Maybe its the grades that i am getting. Maybe its the job that i am doing. I just feel so tired and restless. I always thought nothing will be able to stop me and internship will be a piece of cake if i put my heart into it. But it isn't. I have never put in so much effort into doing something in my poly or even sec sch life. I guess some of my colleugues noticed that i wasn't coping that well and asked why do i look so stressed up. They must find it interesting since my the other female intern seems to be coping very well. She seems so relaxed all the time. But i guess its the diffrent expectations we have of ourselevs. I wanted to be pushed to my limit and now, i am going over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw in all i got on the 1st week. I threw in more on the 2nd. I gave everything i have left all the way until now. I have gone thru 9 weeks. And i guess the adrenaline is running low, very low. How i wished i was teamed up with Fel in the airport. It will be so much easier for me. I am just not ready for the corporate world i guess. Theres no meaning in the things that i am doign now. After all, i am just a student. I want to do well for my poly. I do not know if i am going to UNI but i wan to know that i CAN go to UNI if i wan to. I should have chose the project. I should not have left the grouping of Hao and Fana. I should have stick with them when their appeal failed. At least i will have 2 of the 3 closest frens i have in poly with me. At least i am in control of my grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired,&lt;br /&gt;I wish this will end.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3779327759813801791?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3779327759813801791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3779327759813801791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3779327759813801791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3779327759813801791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/11/breaking.html' title='Breaking.'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8760596646682269591</id><published>2007-11-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:13:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALEK KAMPONG!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! SELEMAT HARI RAYA! HAPPPY DEEPAVALI! MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY!! WAHOOO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, i am kinda tired and bored and stressed up about my work tomorrow now. But what the heck right, we must live everyday to its fullest! We mus look on the bright side of stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCKS. Especially when you see your buddy posting pictures of her having such a fun time at her internship work place. LIFE IS UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy my telescope! (= I wanna buy a Canon DSLR! I wanna take PICTURES of the various deep space objects in the night skies! WAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COMPUTERS. I HATE NETWORKING. I HATE 1s and 0s. SCREW THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS POST IS FREAKING RANDOM!! JUST LIKE MY MIND NOW!! WHEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, Sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8760596646682269591?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8760596646682269591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8760596646682269591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8760596646682269591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8760596646682269591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/11/balek-kampong.html' title='BALEK KAMPONG!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-7400894216619305661</id><published>2007-11-14T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:56:22.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 19!  (=</title><content type='html'>I am finally 19! Haha. This birthday was kinda boring though. It was working as usual, only this time, it rained -.-. I woke up a bit later then usual and heard the roaring rain. My shoes was soaking wet by the time i reach my office. AH, shan't talk about my work. BAA. Thank you to those that wished me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this website http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp that will tell you more on you birthday and even what you name means! True? You be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;14 November 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 22 February 1988 which was a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Monday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune cookie reads:&lt;br /&gt;If you continually give, you will continually have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 &amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 8, 11 &amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 &amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2447479.5.&lt;br /&gt;The golden number for 1988 is 13.&lt;br /&gt;The epact number for 1988 is 11.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1988 was a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/17/1988 and ending 2/5/1989.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Snake; your plant is Thistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Tyby, the first month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 5 Kislev 5749.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 6 Kislev 5749.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.15.9.15 which is&lt;br /&gt;12 baktun 18 katun 15 tun 9 uinal 15 kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Monday, 4 Rabi'u'th-Thani 1409 (1409-4-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 3 April 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 10 April 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 17 February 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 22 May 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 29 May 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Monday, 12 September 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Saturday, 2 April 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 16 February 1988.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As of 11/14/2007 9:33:03 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;You are 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 228 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 991 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 6,939 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 166,545 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 9,992,733 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 599,563,983 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Travis Barker (1975) Condoleezza Rice (1954) Yanni (1954)&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles (1948) King Hussein of Jordan (1935) McLean Stevenson (1929)&lt;br /&gt;Brian Keith (1921) Veronica Lake (1919) Barbara Hutton (1912)&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary DeCamp (1910) Senator Joseph McCarthy (1909) Dick Powell (1904)&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Copland (1900) Jawaharlal Nehru (1889) Claude Monet (1840)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Fulton (1765)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top songs of 1988&lt;br /&gt;Roll with It by Steve Winwood Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison&lt;br /&gt;One More Try by George Michael Look Away by Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;Anything for You by Gloria Estefan &amp; Miami Sound Machine Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My Car by Billy Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Man In the Mirror by Michael Jackson The Flame by Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.71585127201566 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky day is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky number is 9 &amp; 11.&lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet(s) is Mars &amp; Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition sign is Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition number(s) is 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not one of your lucky days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 366 days till your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;on which your cake will have 20 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 20 candles produce 20 BTUs,&lt;br /&gt;or 5,040 calories of heat (that's only 5.0400 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 2.29 US ounces of water with that many candles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 in the US there were 2,389,000 marriages (9.7%) and 1,183,000 divorces (4.8%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 the population of Australia was approximately 16,687,082.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 there were approximately 246,193 births in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 in Australia there were approximately 116,816 marriages and 41,007 divorces.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 in Australia there were approximately 119,866 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Citrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystical properties of Citrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Citrine is said to help one connect with Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yellow Topaz, Pearl, Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Chestnut Tree, the Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritable and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self-confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood, loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 41 days till Christmas 2007!&lt;br /&gt;There are 54 days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were&lt;br /&gt;born was waxing crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzsMdNG3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2jOHaqck_4/s1600-h/my+moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzsMdNG3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2jOHaqck_4/s320/my+moon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132709896193009138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, November 14, 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon's age (days): 5&lt;br /&gt;Distance (Earth radii): 59.34&lt;br /&gt;Percent Illumination 26.86%&lt;br /&gt;Ecliptic latitude (degrees): -3.58&lt;br /&gt;Ecliptic longitude (degrees): 291.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: chew kai long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 11 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 11 letters total to 54&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 vowels and 7 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number is: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics of #9 are: Humanitarian, giving nature, selflessness, obligations, creative expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression or destiny for #9:&lt;br /&gt;The expression that you exhibit is represented bythe number 9. Your talents center in humanistic interests and approaches. You like to help others as you were intended to be the 'big brother or big sister' type. You operate best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion, and allow yourself to be sensitive to the needs of others. You work well with people, and have the potential to inspire. This suggests that you could successfully teach or counsel. Creative ability, imagination and artistic talent (often latent) of the highest order are present in this expression. It's possible that you're not using or developing all of these capabilities at this time. Some of your talents may have been used at an earlier time in your life, and some may still be latent. Be aware of your capabilities, so that you can make use of them at appropriate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to achieve the potential of your natural expression in this life, you are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others. Your personal ambitions are likely to be maintained in a very positive perspective, never losing sight of an interest in people, and a sympathetic, tolerant, broad-minded and compassionate point of view. You are quite idealistic, and disappointed at the lack of perfection in the world. You have a strong awareness of your own feeling as well as those of others. Friendships, affection, and love are extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeveloped or ignored, the negative side of the 9 expression can be very selfish and self-centered. If you do not actively involve yourself with work that benefits others, you may tend to express just the opposite characteristics. It is your role to be very involved with other people and their needs, but it may be difficult for you achieve this role. Aloofness, lack of involvement, and a lack of sensitivity mark the low road of this expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Urge number is: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Soul Urge number of 3 means:&lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Dream number is: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Inner Dream number of 6 means:&lt;br /&gt;You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? True or not? =)&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Night. I am 19!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-7400894216619305661?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/7400894216619305661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=7400894216619305661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/7400894216619305661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/7400894216619305661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-19.html' title='I am 19!  (='/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzsMdNG3ZfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2jOHaqck_4/s72-c/my+moon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2113638759532604573</id><published>2007-11-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:59:47.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Garden AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhbibmICLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49fI9W7fO6E/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhbibmICLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49fI9W7fO6E/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131952422470027442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhbi7mICMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QPBpbJW-Ae8/s1600-h/nice+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhbi7mICMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QPBpbJW-Ae8/s320/nice+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131952431059962050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhbJrmICKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Vhb2rqZxE4k/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhbJrmICKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Vhb2rqZxE4k/s320/Image138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951997268265122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhaxbmICFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1Sd0RsTcJag/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhaxbmICFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1Sd0RsTcJag/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951580656437330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhayrmICGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4k05Yartyow/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhayrmICGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4k05Yartyow/s320/Image143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951602131273826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhazLmICHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kdzVFh7enrQ/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhazLmICHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kdzVFh7enrQ/s320/Image148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951610721208434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhaz7mICII/AAAAAAAAAGc/SA0JFkEeHRk/s1600-h/Image150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhaz7mICII/AAAAAAAAAGc/SA0JFkEeHRk/s320/Image150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951623606110338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhaz7mICJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d1YwX2i7gGw/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rzhaz7mICJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d1YwX2i7gGw/s320/star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131951623606110354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Seoul with the PINS again. Was there to celebrate Hao's belated birthday and my advance birthday. Fel even lied to us halfway saying that she needed to go to the toilet but returned with a cake! We even got a chocolate from her. Haha. It was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2113638759532604573?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2113638759532604573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2113638759532604573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2113638759532604573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2113638759532604573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/11/seoul-garden-again.html' title='Seoul Garden AGAIN!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RzhbibmICLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49fI9W7fO6E/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8802736407890991738</id><published>2007-11-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:13:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna buy a Telescope</title><content type='html'>This is it. I am sick of people giving me stupid faces when i tell them i like stars. I am sick of people give me that suspecting look when i tell them we can see Mars with our naked eye. Why look at our own moon when others are looking at Jupiter's moon or Saturn rings? There are so many beautiful Galaxies out there! I wanted to do this a long time ago but hesitated due to many reasons. But now, i have made up my mind. I will buy myself a TELESCOPE. FOR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doing this because this is one of my dreams and that i may be able to better afford one now as i am working. I wanna see those stars/moon/planets/whatever else with MY eyes. No more pictures, no more videos. I wanna see them now. And if none of my friends shares this passion. If none of them understands it. If none of them agrees with what i am doing, then they can jolly well f off. I don't care. If i must go out at 1am carrying all those equipment and stuffs alone, then so be it. This matters a lot to me, so much that i think no one can really understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a fulfilling day for me. The sky finally cleared and i went out at 1am with Benjamin for some star gazing. It was disappointing at 1st, the clouds came back and all i could see was a freaking dot. But at around 2am, i saw it. The comet, 17P/Holmes. The one that went kaboom and became one of the brighter icons at night. It is so beautiful. After that, it was smooth sailing, i saw Orion, Taurus, Sirius and a lot a lot more. But out of all was most importantly, MARS!! The pinkish red dot! I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Science center's Omni theater today for some telescope scouting. I think i am getting one. Its the Celestron Firstscope 80 Refractor. Its about $740, kinda EX but ya, i will get it. By the end of this year i will get it. This is one of my dreams. I will make it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Ry3uAtS4npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EKfiqW4G-w0/s1600-h/firstscope80eq-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Ry3uAtS4npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EKfiqW4G-w0/s320/firstscope80eq-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129017246571077266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gorgeous isn't it? Chio right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now! Its raining and i have work tomorrow. Sick of it. But for my Celestron Firstscope 80 Refractor, i will endure. Sugar dreams, NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8802736407890991738?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8802736407890991738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8802736407890991738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8802736407890991738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8802736407890991738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-buy-telescope.html' title='I wanna buy a Telescope'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/Ry3uAtS4npI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EKfiqW4G-w0/s72-c/firstscope80eq-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8885129751108961044</id><published>2007-10-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:19:22.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>My uncle passed away this afternoon, after fighting cancer for 4 years. Most of us saw this coming sooner or later and i thought i was fully prepared for it. After all, i am not that close with him but we do often share conversations about his favourite sports like badminton and soccer. I still remember the times where he will organise BBQ and soccer outings where you can see all the cousins playing and having fun together. This was the sort of person he was, one that brings happiness to others. He loved us all, his nephews and nieces. However, when i was awakened up from my sleep this morning about how serious his condition has became, i realized that i wasn't ready after all. I remember jolting my brother up from sleep and telling him to hurry up. I was so afraid that i can't get to see him for the last time. Almost all our cousins were already there at his house and we were the only ones not there. The trip there took forever. I prayed and prayed. In the end, i did reach there on time. My brother and i went into his room, packed with relatives. By then, he already could not talk. He just laid there in the arms of his wife and company of his 2 children. I held his warm hand, telling him that my brother and i have arrived. The atmosphere in that room was something that i never want to experience again. It hurts to see a good man lying there, plagued by such an evil disease. I knew that the only thing keeping him alive was that oxygen machine. All of us were there, all the people he cared about. All took turns saying stuff to him, promising stuff to him. I saw people crying and i could sense that pain. After that, it was the wait. All of us just waited for the inevitable to come. That wait was so cruel and painfully long. Around 2 hrs later, he got on his way. We gathered around him to bid our final goodbyes. I held his shoulders and touched his head. This time, it was cold. I will never forget that feeling ever. I have never seen my grandma so sad before. I know how hard it is for my mum to see one of his brother in this state . The cries of his children shouting for him to come back will haunt me forever. But one thing i know. That is that this is a wonderful man with a great life. No matter what happens, no one can change that. He will never be forgotten. Cherish your love ones. Let them know your love for them when you still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish Life.&lt;br /&gt;Love Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8885129751108961044?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8885129751108961044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8885129751108961044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8885129751108961044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8885129751108961044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3355857614404130362</id><published>2007-10-04T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:37:53.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>sooooo logn nvr blog le.. cos of my intern.. since the start of my intern, i have been going to bed b4 10.. most of the time even b4 9... lol.. low life rite? but bo bian, if i dun sleep, i wun hav enuff energy to concentrate. i think i shall blog tomorrow about my internship.. WOHOO!! ITS ALMOST FRIDAY!!! FREEDOM!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mus sleep le.. sugar dreams, night! this must be my faster posting ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3355857614404130362?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3355857614404130362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3355857614404130362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3355857614404130362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3355857614404130362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8982118168535646963</id><published>2007-09-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:08:33.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHHAHA!</title><content type='html'>JUST BACK FROM BBQ WITH THE PINS!! SUPER DUPER TIRED! BUT yeap, it was real fun! i shall update again when felin passes me her photos! Meanwhile, these are the lousy quality pictures taken with my stupid NOKIA 2 MEGAPIXELS (my ass) CAMEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSiUcN-_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/bkMmctO8CLo/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSiUcN-_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/bkMmctO8CLo/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111957801598319602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE MOON EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSi0cN_AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uL8shY3PLcs/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSi0cN_AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uL8shY3PLcs/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111957810188254210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATAY!!! BACON ROLL! CHEESE HOTDOGS! U NAME IT, WE GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSkkcN_BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I1RUPv19HmM/s1600-h/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSkkcN_BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/I1RUPv19HmM/s320/Image104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111957840253025298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when u push the limit of those marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFVN0cN_CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BsRmNNQYTBU/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFVN0cN_CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BsRmNNQYTBU/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111960747945884706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you winder what the hell the 'night mode' camera option is for? Its like U-S-E-L-E-S-S! Lucky ghost month pass le, arbo dunno what stuff we can see in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to XIU YUN, HAPPY BLOGGING!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar dreams. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8982118168535646963?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8982118168535646963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8982118168535646963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8982118168535646963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8982118168535646963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/09/wahhaha.html' title='WAHHAHA!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RvFSiUcN-_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/bkMmctO8CLo/s72-c/Image094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-3533302582968602949</id><published>2007-09-17T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:49:36.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-guard Duty test</title><content type='html'>Heard about that NS guy which sneaked out of camp with his weapon and ammunition. Well, this is Mr brown's podcast to it. Freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrbrownnetwork.com/media/mb/tmbs-070912-pre_guard_duty_test.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE TO LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the part, "Sergeant, you like that say hurt my feelings leh, wait later i kee siao ar, take out gun run to orchard how?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like mad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to sleep. Sugar dreams. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3533302582968602949?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3533302582968602949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3533302582968602949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3533302582968602949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3533302582968602949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/09/pre-guard-duty-test.html' title='Pre-guard Duty test'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5158956131483486274</id><published>2007-09-09T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T04:53:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My MOON!</title><content type='html'>I am so freaking tired now. Waiting for my hair to dry. Dickson and Benjamin was at my house earlier. We played a few rounds of Magic till i was too tired to continue. Come to think of it, it has been already one week since my holidays started. Frankly, i haven being doing much. I spent most of the days playing Archlord. A new mmorpg hao found. Sadly, his computer could not handle the requirements and so only me and Dickson played. Its nice, real nice actually. I actually got a guild running. ME, GUILD MASTER OK! After barley one week of playing. Solaria, thats the name of my guild. Nice eh? We currently have 45 members and i cant wait to have my guild flag done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides the no life gaming, i haven been doing much. I guess the only other thing i do is to stare up in the sky at 3 or 4am searching for stars. I have been wanting a good camera for so long. Something like the Canon D40 or Nikon D40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMDbPoeK7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xijSdWAXc78/s1600-h/canond40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMDbPoeK7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xijSdWAXc78/s320/canond40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107930168955906994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on the 14th of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not those  $40 $50 dollars cheapskate camera that can't even zoom decently. I want to take pictures of the night sky, moon and constellations, i NEED A GOOD CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to summarize how freaking bo liao i was. Just 2 days ago, around 4am? I was going to the toilet when i saw the bright crescent moon in the sky. I attempted to take a picture of it with my 2 MEGAPIXEL (my ass) NOKIA HANDPHONE CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMD2_oeK8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zJxZuxvS84A/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMD2_oeK8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zJxZuxvS84A/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107930645697276866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bright thing there is that freaking moon i am talking about.SO FREAKING SMALL. Anyway, my hp did have a zoom function. But just by seeing the quality of the photo without zoom, i guess i could somehow predict the outcome. I also did not want to risk the chance of any funny stuff popping up in the photo. Its 4am in the morning of a lunar 7th month and a stupid camera that can't tell the difference between a moon and ufo, too many things can go wrong. So i started thinking of ideas that may just enable me to get a better shot. And then suddenly, i remembered that old lousy binoculars i used to observe the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMGzPoeK9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Uzw9dRfQ_x4/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMGzPoeK9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Uzw9dRfQ_x4/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107933879807650770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this may seem lame and desperate but i really wanted to get a good shot. So off i went to get those binoculars and positioned them in front of my hp camera. This whole process took me 15 to 30 mins. By then, i was so frustrated and tired that i almost shouting out in anger. It was then that i saw an image flash through my hp. I started clicking away for 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMKA_oeLHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-ILMcbYpG6c/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMKA_oeLHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-ILMcbYpG6c/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937414565735538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMJ0PoeLGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KxrPr9F0RGI/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMJ0PoeLGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KxrPr9F0RGI/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937195522403426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMJjfoeLFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2rkkiFT4wA/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMJjfoeLFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/e2rkkiFT4wA/s320/Image085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107936907759594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMI-foeLCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tMa-DTSeglo/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMI-foeLCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tMa-DTSeglo/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107936272104434722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya they aren't perfect but they are not bad right? With a little bit of Photoshop i think they will look even better. I was so happy that i got this pictures. Although what i want is far from it, at least i am a little bit closer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its late very late now, 4.45am. I think i have typed too much. Well then, i shall continue tomorrow,. Good night! Sugar dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5158956131483486274?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5158956131483486274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5158956131483486274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5158956131483486274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5158956131483486274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-moon.html' title='My MOON!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RuMDbPoeK7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xijSdWAXc78/s72-c/canond40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-6552258474694381870</id><published>2007-08-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:23:22.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever ever, judge a book by its cover</title><content type='html'>Check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair on my back stood when i heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams are free, so free your dreams"  ~Astrid Alauda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the way he freed his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6552258474694381870?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6552258474694381870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6552258474694381870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6552258474694381870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6552258474694381870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-ever-ever-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Never ever ever, judge a book by its cover'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6306388964260472141</id><published>2007-08-12T04:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:29:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Goodbyes... =)</title><content type='html'>Technically speaking, it was the last schooling day for me on Friday. I will be having my semester's exams for the next 2 weeks and with that, i will have officially ended my 1st semester of year 3. Then, it will be on to internship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more schooling. &lt;br /&gt;No more modules. &lt;br /&gt;No more projects.&lt;br /&gt;No more timetables.&lt;br /&gt;No more exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel happy for me? Finally, after studying for so many years. I finally reach a point whereby i can stop schooling. Yes, i do hope that i can continue into University but i think it will be more practical to start earning some money. Yet somehow, i feel different. I had always looked forward to this day. The fact of graduating thrills me. I hated the exams and projects. But deep down, i feel this strange uneasiness, maybe even sadness. I expected myself to punch into the air yelling "hooray!" when Friday came but i didn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was hell for my group. Fel, Hao and me was rushing to finish our remaining projects. All the 3 labs were packed with anxious students doing the same thing. We were the lucky ones i guess. We had finished our Operating Systems project and were left with Computer Network Security and Network Management projects. The labs were supposed to close at 5pm but it was still packed with students at 5.45pm when we left. Thought it was dinner time, we finished our 1st meal of the day and proceeded to the library to finish up our reports. It was there that i fell asleep on the couch while fel and hao were busy typing away. I woke up at around 8.30pm and guarded the laptop while fel and hao went to print the reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while checking through the lame games on fel's laptop that it suddenly struck me; This may be the last time the three of us will be there at that place together. I  felt lost and confused. Lost in that i cannot believe that my poly life is going to be over soon and confused in that why do i not feel happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pins (fel and hao) was one of the best things that ever happened to me in poly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of me and fel cracking mean jokes on our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of hao giving us the stupid and emo and dead face when we do so.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of fana asking me "Are we late?" on the mrt and answering her "Won't la!" when the lesson started even before i left my house.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of zhang qian not understanding the jokes me or anyone says.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of SAA JIAO - ing (acting cute)to zhen jie whn i need her help.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of translating (above) words or speech into english so that fana will understand.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of planning class outings that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of finding ways to avoid the lecturer whom lecture i skipped the day before.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of reminding thuhan how short she is.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of buying hot dog cheese bread at food court 3.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of Macdonald meals costing $4.00&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of losing to the aunties in choing-ing for seats in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact of talking loudly in the most bombastic English words around china students. &lt;br /&gt;I am used to the fact that i have so much fun, happiness, sadness, stressfulness and craziness every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking the whole of today what will i do if i had a wish. Maybe i will wish that my poly life will never ever end. But then again, when will i ever realize how blessed i am with all these stuff around me? So i guess, if i were to have a wish, i will wish that nothing will change. If one old wicked witch were to one day reverse time and made me forget everything. I will choose to live this poly life again. Every second of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not goodbye. We will still see each other next time or even continue to be angry at each other. I know fel, hao and i will still be "actively engaged" with all those funny plans we will always have. I think i hear a bbq after exam but given past experiences, who knows right? So ya, to my classmates, i guess we will see each other soon. I will miss you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6306388964260472141?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6306388964260472141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6306388964260472141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6306388964260472141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6306388964260472141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-friends.html' title='No Goodbyes... =)'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5697956837177822682</id><published>2007-07-31T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:35:27.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only you.......</title><content type='html'>YAHOO!!! LONG TIME NO BLOG! Been busy again this week. Alot of projects and stuffs to complete. Anyway, i remember seeing a Stephen Chow movie years ago and laughing non stop every time the movie reaches a scene. So i did a search on youtube and wala! HERE IT IS!! Enjoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSxsGddQeXo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSxsGddQeXo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5697956837177822682?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5697956837177822682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5697956837177822682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5697956837177822682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5697956837177822682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-you.html' title='Only you.......'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3408158642103683258</id><published>2007-07-24T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:39:58.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>My legs are aching. I think its due to the extra walking i did coming home from school. My legs were already aching when i alighted from the mrt. Standing for 40mins straight after a long day in school is very tiring. Anyway, instead of going home straight, i was instructed by my dad to go check out my bank account. He had cashed in a cheque and wanted me to double check. As i hate standing in queues, i skipped the mrt atm's and went to another about a few blocks away. It was quite a long walk actualy and i sort of regretted my decision halfway there. Guess how cheated i felt when the atm that was SUPPOSED to be there DISSAPEARED. POOF! GONE! VANISHED! KAOZ. How can a atm vanish? Stupid. Ended up walking to another atm behind the mrt station. My legs were crying for help when i reached home. I collasped onto my chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other stuffs, dont you think sometimes we people are so complicated and difficult to understand? I mean it is such an simple thing but yet, we can see it in such a way that it ends up being frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Felin who is working super duper hard now studying for OS. Jia you! AND DUN CARE THEM LA! HECK CARE! one side in one side out! Stay happy! SMILE! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.. Sugar Dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3408158642103683258?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3408158642103683258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3408158642103683258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3408158642103683258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3408158642103683258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/07/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5064774957883484413</id><published>2007-07-20T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:45:05.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>I feel good now! Happy! Yahoooo! Haha. SUPER GOOD MOOD AR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added new song!! Happy song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGAR DREAMS!! NIGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5064774957883484413?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5064774957883484413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5064774957883484413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5064774957883484413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5064774957883484413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/07/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6969385208466735556</id><published>2007-07-15T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:10:29.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai Long's Mystery Case file id#0001</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell. I have rashes all over my arm now. Freaking itchy. So itchy that it actually woke me up from my sleep twice. 1st, it was at 4am. I woke up feeling itchy all over my arms. I wanted to get up and see what the hell was wrong but was too lazy to do so. Forced myself to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep brieftly for half an hour or so when the itch woke me up again. This time, it was bad. I could feel my skin buring under the repeated scratching. I was thinking, "Die la, so itchy how to sleep. What the hell is wrong man." and proceeded to find my hp for the time. Time : 4.44am. What a good omen right? Even the time seems to be cursing me. So i got up, on my lights and went to the mirror. Kaoz, i had rashes/insects bites all over my arms, even my face! The itch was so bad that i proceeded to bath and thus here i am now, waiting for my hair to dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's wrong man. I just changed my bed sheets and even my towel was new. I pondered over the possibilities as i examined the bed after my bath. I remember reading books when i was small where there will be a couple of kids solving  mysteries. I also watch CSI (Crime Scene Investigations) on channel 5 regularly. I shall now put those knowledge into good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kai Long's Mystery Case file id#0001:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Mysterious Itch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4.00am, Sunday 15 July 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kai long's bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rashes developed on victim's body. Itch was so bad that victim was awakened from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWuJPzcvI/AAAAAAAAADk/HPJFzKJmUqI/s1600-h/rash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWuJPzcvI/AAAAAAAAADk/HPJFzKJmUqI/s320/rash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087192604847862514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence id#44576: One of Victim's Rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After a series of on scene data collection and careful investigation. I have thus concluded that this was an allergy due to the introduction of foreign substances/organism and have narrowed down the suspects to 2 beings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suspect 1 (id#577984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zacky Chew aka The Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWupPzcwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ye1b5TLZlW0/s1600-h/zacky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWupPzcwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ye1b5TLZlW0/s320/zacky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087192613437797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky may have been the one guilty of introducing foreign organism onto victim's bed. He has not has his bath for this week yet. However, there are no witness account on him being on the bed. And he is sooooo damn cute to be guilty of such a naughty act right? There was also an witness account from Zacky's friend of him not being on the crime scene at the time of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness acccount (id#77788)&lt;br /&gt;"woof! wooof! WOOOF WOOF! wooof! wooooooooooooF woof woff!! Grrr!! woof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suspect 2 (id#577985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dickson Teo aka Pubor Kia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWupPzcxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rnvg4tHyhwE/s1600-h/dicksoncartman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWupPzcxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rnvg4tHyhwE/s320/dicksoncartman1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087192613437797138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect Dickson was spotted being in victim's bedroom on Saturday 14 July 2007. Suspect was invited to victim's hosue and had stayed in there till 11pm Saturday 14 July 2007. There are also witness accounts of suspect lying on victim's bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness acccount (id#77789)&lt;br /&gt;"i saw him lying on the bed. He might have been the one! He also had his socks on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conculsion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All evidence and reports points to Suspect 2 (id#577985) :Dickson Teo aka Pubor Kia. Suspect 2 (id#577985) was lying on victims bed and is highly likely that he had been the source of the foreign organisms. Suspect 1 (id#577984) : Zacky Chew aka The Dog is also way too cute. Look at his face! How can he be guilty right? Thus, i have concluded that Suspect 2 (id#577985) :Dickson Teo aka Pubor Kia is responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;END-case(id#0001)--- Status: Sloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st case sloved! WAHAHAH!! I am soooo smart! Dickson you pubor kia! Your are banned from my bed! I should really get to sleep now. Haha. Hope the itch will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6969385208466735556?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6969385208466735556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6969385208466735556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6969385208466735556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6969385208466735556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/07/kai-longs-mystery-case-file-id0001.html' title='Kai Long&apos;s Mystery Case file id#0001'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RplWuJPzcvI/AAAAAAAAADk/HPJFzKJmUqI/s72-c/rash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2847569266736073948</id><published>2007-07-13T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:50:18.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauuuuutiful girls!!!!</title><content type='html'>Artist: Sean Kingston&lt;br /&gt;Album : Sean Kingston&lt;br /&gt;Song: Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;See it started at the park&lt;br /&gt;Used to chill at the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;That's when we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Coz we both thought&lt;br /&gt;That love lasts forever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;They say we're too young&lt;br /&gt;To get ourselves sprung&lt;br /&gt;Oh we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;And they also said&lt;br /&gt;That we couldn't last together (last together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;It was back in '99&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' movies all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I went away&lt;br /&gt;For doin' my first crime&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That we was gonna see each other (see each other)&lt;br /&gt;And then I came out&lt;br /&gt;Mami moved me down South&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm with my girl&lt;br /&gt;Who I thought was my world&lt;br /&gt;It came out to be&lt;br /&gt;That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;See it's very define, girl&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;But you mush up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You walk to get declined&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...&lt;br /&gt;My baby is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Now we're fussin'&lt;br /&gt;And now we're fightin'&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' slightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to make it better (make it better)&lt;br /&gt;You're datin' other guys&lt;br /&gt;You're tellin' me lies&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;What I'm seein' with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's clever (think it's clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, suicidal...&lt;div 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Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5217357518017928153</id><published>2007-07-07T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:45:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week after mst...</title><content type='html'>Its the week after mst and the results are out. Well, i guess i did ok for this mst. I was abit shocked by the reults though. Among the 5 papers, Com and Network security was the only paper that fell below 70. Dissapointing as it was the paper i had the most confidence in. Ironic isn't it when i performed best in my IT Law paper, it was actually the paper i feared the most. Enough of mst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this week. Except of the stupid lab test session i had on tues. It was a labtest on Com and Network Security, the paper which i did the worst in mst. With that in mind, i took the test seriously, Well, ok maybe i did not really studied over it like my friends did but i was very focused during the test. Guess how i felt when i got stuck at the last section of the test. I knew how to do the qns, i knew what it was asking and i knew i did nothin wrong. Yet somehow, i was stuck at the email sending page when the encryption option that is supposed to be present, dissapeared. I was frustrated when he lecturer annouced the end of the test. I really did not know where i went wrong and pestered him to enlighten me. He ignored me a few times and merely glanced at my com before telling me to "just leave it, i will mark later". How can i leave when i knew i just lost 40 marks. I pestered him untill he finally and relectantly started to troubleshoot my com. After 5mins, he said that i installed my program wrongly and procceded to being very sacarstic. I argue that that was not the case and i know how to install a program. We bickered for a while and with me getting madder and madder. I could still control my temper untill he said very very sacarstically and with a very very very QIAN TA face and voice  "Year 3 student still dunno how to install program!? Call yourself a Computer and Network Tech student?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAOZ!#%^*^%*&amp;%ON#@#(^(*^@%!(&amp;$#*@)&amp;!! Who the hell he think he is? How dare he insult me like that. I then proceeded to question him on why did he sign on section b of my paper, the part which confirms the correct installation of the prpgram, if i installed it wrongly in the 1st place. He diam diam and i left the classroom. I WAS SO FREAKING PISSED! KAOZ. I will nvr forget what he said. I have nvr felt so insulted before. My classmates all came out and calmed me down. Aparrently, i caused quite a scene but i just could not control it any longer. So damn angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the mention of that day makes my blood boil. Anyway, onto happier topics, i watch Transformers with Cassandra on thurs. It was nice. The effects were amazing and it was quite a comdey too. After 2hr 30mins, the show ended and we went touring around AMK where we found the next best thing in life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOYA BEAN FLAVOURED ICE CREAM! I admit, ya, we are sua ku but hell, those stuffs sure taste great! MR BEAN's SOYABEAN ICE CREAM ROCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dota now. o my, what a long post! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5217357518017928153?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5217357518017928153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5217357518017928153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5217357518017928153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5217357518017928153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/07/results.html' title='The week after mst...'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3344410375594777172</id><published>2007-06-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:17:13.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I thought I will be happy but I wasn’t. In fact, it was guilt that greeted me. I don’t know why I feel this way. Is it good? Is it bad? I really do not know. There’s just a very confused and blank picture in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think we humans are so complicated and so hard to understand? I remember reading an article on the internet. It was about us, human beings, being classified as animals. One of them argued that we are not animals and that we are in fact very different from those monkeys or elephants. We humans have intelligence. We have a brain so powerful that the most intelligent fellow has managed to utilize just 1 or 2 percent of its full potential. This is what that sets us apart from those man eating lions or nasty rodents. Animal is just too barbaric a term to describe us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give looks of disgust when we see hamsters eating their young. We question the morality of turtles leaving their young to fend for themselves from birth. Yet somehow, we fail to notice what we ourselves are doing. We fail to question ourselves. With children’s modesty outraged by their own parents to mass killings of defenseless teens in schools. Aren’t we just as barbaric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are extreme cases. But taking it closer to us, how many times have you actually gave your parents the respect they deserve? How many times have you pretended to fall asleep on your seat when a pregnant lady walks into a train? As for friends, how many times do you actually treat them as one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should father’s day be the only day for us to show our love and appreciation for our dads? Or does the existence of father’s day itself bring to light some disturbing realizations? Being as intelligent as we are, we still need to set aside a day in the calendar to remind us of the filial piety we are supposed to show; the filial piety that is supposed to set us apart from those barbaric animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always so stuck up, so full of ourselves. We always judge others and others only. Selflessness is rare, almost non existent. Arrogance, pride and haughtiness surrounds us. Are we really that smart? Does that give us the right to be on top of the food chain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why have I suddenly came out with all this thoughts nor do I know when did I really realize all these things. Maybe it's the reading of hundreds of powerpoint slides that fused my head. But they are really just all around us. They ARE us. I am just disappointed with some stuff that I have done in the past. I just want to know where I have gone wrong. I want to be a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that then. I should really get back to studying. Operating Systems tomorrow. One of the hardest modules I say. Wish me Luck! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3344410375594777172?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3344410375594777172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3344410375594777172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3344410375594777172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3344410375594777172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5019131101817100684</id><published>2007-06-27T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T03:09:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>127%</title><content type='html'>Its my 3rd paper tomorrow. Network Management. Anyway, found this something cool while surfing the net. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RoFkPeVv39I/AAAAAAAAADc/hsgJ5i0dxX8/s1600-h/hardwork1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RoFkPeVv39I/AAAAAAAAADc/hsgJ5i0dxX8/s320/hardwork1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080452071655727058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to studying now. Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5019131101817100684?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5019131101817100684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5019131101817100684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5019131101817100684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5019131101817100684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/06/127.html' title='127%'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RoFkPeVv39I/AAAAAAAAADc/hsgJ5i0dxX8/s72-c/hardwork1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-608131310606728380</id><published>2007-06-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:02:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Kicking!</title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i am not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i still remember this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-608131310606728380?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/608131310606728380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=608131310606728380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/608131310606728380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/608131310606728380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-kicking.html' title='Still Kicking!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5338410320242070028</id><published>2007-06-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:11:01.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN! FUN! FUN!</title><content type='html'>It has been one week again since my last post. Been quite busy for the week. Busy playing and having fun that is. Went out on tues with cass, alaina and xy. Cass and i planned to go for steamboat at marina but cancelled it last minute due to unforeseen circumstances. We went to play pool at amk instead. Pool was fun though we did not really concentrate on the game and instead, went on about chatting and playing a fool. I rekon that must be the least amount of games i ever played in pool. 5 or 6 games in 2 hrs? About there? We also took quite a few photos while playing. I even videoed vain cass's attemps of tryin to avoid having her photo taken. She did stuffs like poking my camera with the cue to taking a shot even before aiming. All this while under the assumption that my camera was in camera mode. Bad assumption cass. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool, alaina went home as she was going on a kl trip the very next day. The rest of us then proceeded to cass's house for dinner. Food was great. Quite a few dishes from what i recall. From vegetables to beef to chicken to fish. Ahh damn. All this talk abut food is making me hungry. After dinner, we played mah jong with her mum. Healthy lifestlye eh? Cass won 4 matches i think. She was so super happy when she won for the 1st time. By 10pm, xy was already abit tipsy from the wine we were drinking. We were like "Are you ok?" and she insisted that she was'nt drunk. I believed her. It was untill about 1130pm when we left cass's house that i asked if she was ok again. "i was seeing double sia. Could'nt make out the mah jong tiles!" she replied. Luckily by then, she felt better and was sober. We took the train from bishan back to yishun and parted ways at the bus interchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day. I mean what's better then hanging out with your friends and having fun? Looking forward to another of such outings. Heres a photo we took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RnWDRuVv34I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3-0vvrBQq8/s1600-h/test.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RnWDRuVv34I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3-0vvrBQq8/s320/test.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077108495450365826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look half dead man. Super ugly. I hate cass's camera's flash. I so white liao still flash. But what the heck la. That is still me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now. Meeting the pins tomorrow in school for revision. Btw, people changes right? Haiz.. Best friends too i guess. Good night. Sugar dreams. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5338410320242070028?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5338410320242070028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5338410320242070028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5338410320242070028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5338410320242070028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-fun-fun.html' title='FUN! FUN! FUN!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RnWDRuVv34I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3-0vvrBQq8/s72-c/test.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-245689018137127024</id><published>2007-06-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:51:03.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.I.S.S.E.D</title><content type='html'>How I feel now: !@#$%^&amp;*()!@#$%^&amp;*!@#$%^&amp;*@#$%^&amp;*!@#$%^&amp;*!@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, everyone is just pissing me off. Sometimes I just so wish that everyone will just shut the hell up or get lost. Everything is just going wrong. I AM JUST A NICE GUY TRYING TO GET ALONG WITH MY LIFE PEACEFULLY AND INNOCENTLY! Is it that hard? What the hell are the higher powers up there doing? Can you guys stop playing with me? Want play, play the bloody Osama or Bush or whoever la. Am I that hard for you to ignore? Do I have the “Press me here” button on my forehead? If so, does it make me say “Play me! Play me!” whenever it’s pressed? HELLO! I AM THE GOOD GUY HERE?! I DON’T MURDER OR STEAL OR RAPE! IF IT’S ABOUT THE CHEWING GUMS THEN TELL ME! I WILL STOP EATING THEM. ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good; cooled me down a lot. Well, it has been quite awhile since I blogged. This is mainly due to the huge amount of stuff I had to do this past week. Anyway, I guess I can post everything that happened in the week all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/5 Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/6 Friday&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/6 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6 Monday&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/6 Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;This I remember. It was fun today. I met up with Cassandra, Xiu Yun and Lynnette. Been quite awhile since I saw xy and lynn. Lynn looks the same. I cannot say the same for xy. She is now officially a Chao Ah Lian. The golden hair and fluent use of *ahem* dialect phrases surprised me a little but well, it did not bother me at all. We got along well in fact. We went to xy’s house and played mahjong for a few hours; won 3 out of 8 rounds. We had fish curry and chicken curry after that. Xy’s mum cooked it personally and kept dumping food onto my plate. Played with her xy’s dog and proceeded to stroll around the garden around her house. Talked about a lot of stuffs like weird people in schools and ghostly encounters. Was about 10pm I think when we decided to go home. I was super duper tired. Fell asleep on my bed immediately after my bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Too tired and pissed to carry on; will continue tomorrow. Some people just pissed me off again. Bloody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-245689018137127024?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/245689018137127024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=245689018137127024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/245689018137127024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/245689018137127024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/06/pissed.html' title='P.I.S.S.E.D'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6536673213122759811</id><published>2007-05-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:34:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!</title><content type='html'>Been a week since i updated! Was busy with the stupid e-learning assignments. Anyway, went to seoul garden with the pins(zh and fel) today.It was the same outlet that we went before a few months back with the class. We actually wanted to go with nico and his gf at causeway but dropped that idea after thinking how expensive seoul is. I thought the money should be spent on the class bbq. Was shopping around when we happened to pass that taka oulet. The smell of food and growing stomachs betrayed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was, erm, crunchy and black i guess? We sort of chunk all the meat down at one go and proceeded to make fun, joy and laughter, totally forgetting the cooking food, or in our case, burning. Since fel and zh dun eat beef, we had chicken as our main course. Garlic chicken, tom yam chicken, sze chaun chicken etc... Chicken made the day! The soup unlike the previous outing, was extremly bland, "Is like water lor" as fel put it. An attempt by us to crack in an egg when the soup was just warm resulted in TAO HUAY soup. The egg made the whole soup white and formed soggy beancurd like stuff. Hell, it even tasted the same, just unsweetened. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belows are some pictures we took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp3urdl7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9lM8ulc9dC8/s1600-h/CHICKEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp3urdl7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9lM8ulc9dC8/s320/CHICKEN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070043686656382898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp3-rdl8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2vG13OUDt70/s1600-h/SUSHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp3-rdl8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2vG13OUDt70/s320/SUSHI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070043690951350210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi! zh was that idiot that put so much wasabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp4erdl9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EJVa5Hjlh64/s1600-h/SNATCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp4erdl9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EJVa5Hjlh64/s320/SNATCH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070043699541284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatching for the last piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp4-rdl-I/AAAAAAAAACM/aJHuqWPaCXE/s1600-h/SHARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp4-rdl-I/AAAAAAAAACM/aJHuqWPaCXE/s320/SHARE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070043708131219426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, lucky still got 2 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this was the one that got us laughing non-stop. We saw a poster and decided that we will make better models. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrMurdl_I/AAAAAAAAACU/U-4QmdsI1QI/s1600-h/SEOULPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrMurdl_I/AAAAAAAAACU/U-4QmdsI1QI/s320/SEOULPOSTER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070045146945263602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL POSTER&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;OUR VERSION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrNOrdmAI/AAAAAAAAACc/ARvaGWP6HCI/s1600-h/ZHKLPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrNOrdmAI/AAAAAAAAACc/ARvaGWP6HCI/s320/ZHKLPOSTER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070045155535198210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA!!! Our version of it! Alot nicer right? A nice post by hao and me and with a little bit of photoshop, WALA! The next MONA LISA! Heartwarming eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxxK-rdmCI/AAAAAAAAACs/WOuBVPJkO68/s1600-h/ZHKLPOSTER2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxxK-rdmCI/AAAAAAAAACs/WOuBVPJkO68/s320/ZHKLPOSTER2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070051713950259234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if seoul garden prefers, we have another version! FORCE FEED! DO NOT WASTE FOOD! WTH happened to my left hand? Guess i am not so pro with photoshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrNurdmBI/AAAAAAAAACk/zYYPTBPptDM/s1600-h/FELIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlxrNurdmBI/AAAAAAAAACk/zYYPTBPptDM/s320/FELIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070045164125132818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, FELIN! Only picture of her sia, she was busy busy taking photo and laughing. She looks weird in this photo right? Ah, who cares?! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6536673213122759811?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6536673213122759811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6536673213122759811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6536673213122759811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6536673213122759811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-glorious-food.html' title='FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rlxp3urdl7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9lM8ulc9dC8/s72-c/CHICKEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-8071596994323258230</id><published>2007-05-22T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T05:23:16.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyword : "Supposed"</title><content type='html'>HAH! Its E-learning week! Supposed to be self studying at home! I spent the 1st day playing games. In fact, i totally forgot about the E-learning assignments till Fel reminded me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing on my mind is the supposed BBQ on friday! "Supposed" as i don't know if anyone wants to go or if they can go. Zhen Jie suggested that we go for a meal instead. Steamboat at Marina or something. I hope the others are fine with it. Fel suggested kite flying and i like that idea. Been ages since i flew a kite. As i remembered, it was supposed to be fun, provided that the weather permits and when it does, that we be able to get the freaking kite flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to study tomorrow (tues) with the pins but fel smsed me : "wed wanna go study?" Since my mum wanted me to accompany her out tomorrow, i went with the flow and said ok. Haha. Saved me the trouble of smsing them for a postpone. Thanks Felin. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people still find my blog laggy. I don't know what to do as it really loads fast on my com. I did however removed some pics from my previous post. Supposed to help with the loading but then again, with all the stuffs i added by the sides, i don't supposed they will help much. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be sleeping now but my hair is still wet. Supposed to cut them today but i guess tomorrow will be fine too. Supposed to ask for a new hair stlye but i don't know if i have the guts to do it. Stress ok? With this hair of mine, if you go wrong, you will most probably end up being called mushroom head for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep now. Here's a pic of me and my pins. THE THREE PINS! Took it some time back. Supposed to be acting cute while chewing on a lolipop. Guess you can't force cuteness. Sigh~ Sugar dreams. Nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlIGEurdl6I/AAAAAAAAABs/FltN0vWZvPo/s1600-h/lolipop+pose+3+pins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlIGEurdl6I/AAAAAAAAABs/FltN0vWZvPo/s320/lolipop+pose+3+pins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067119209064798114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THE THREE PINS~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8071596994323258230?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8071596994323258230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8071596994323258230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8071596994323258230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8071596994323258230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/keyword-supposed.html' title='Keyword : &quot;Supposed&quot;'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RlIGEurdl6I/AAAAAAAAABs/FltN0vWZvPo/s72-c/lolipop+pose+3+pins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-6825127079684739723</id><published>2007-05-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:52:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>As most of you know(either from school or my tag board), i am sick. Actually. very very very sick. I actually screamed for a doctor. For those that are close to me, they will know that i hate seeing doctors and find them a waste of time and money. Normally, i will jus make do with panadol and slowly recover. Well, not this time, i could not endure the pain and discomfort. I am better a hell lot now though. Just left with a nasty throat, cough and slight fever. I started feeling sick on saturday, after going out with my ns friend who was sick too. He also had the same illness, fever, sore throat and cough. By sunday, i was coughing non-stop. Monday was the start of hell for me. I developed a flu and my nose was like a water tap. I used 6 packs of tissues in 2 hours. Asked my dad to fectch me home after which i consulted a doctor. It must have been a long time since i last seen a doctor and even longer since my last MC. MC for tues, went back to school on wed for GEMS presentation and CSW role play discussion. Went home at 9pm plus! Took some photos with my group. Min Dzi, Danny, Zhang Qian, Zhen Jie and of course my the other 2 pins : Felin and Zhi Hao! The 3 of us are the THREE PINS PLUG! Its a thing among the 3 of us and i guess only we will understand it.Ya, kinda lame but WE LIKE IT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An auntie help us took this.. she took 2.. both blur sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkxzrOrdl1I/AAAAAAAAABE/rqckbCpO6TM/s1600-h/BLUR+BLUR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkxzrOrdl1I/AAAAAAAAABE/rqckbCpO6TM/s320/BLUR+BLUR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065550867396925266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am now, waiting for my stupid hair to dry. Reached home a 10pm plus again due to the stupid CSW role play. The role play is tomorrow! I hope my throat will get betta. The fever is more or less gone now. Once again, THANKS for all the get well messages! I appreciate it alot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams! Don't worry! Be Happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To dickson: Now u noe how pro a dota player i am right? Without me as ur partner, u are NOTHING!! NOOOOOOOTHING!!!! WAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6825127079684739723?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6825127079684739723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6825127079684739723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6825127079684739723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6825127079684739723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkxzrOrdl1I/AAAAAAAAABE/rqckbCpO6TM/s72-c/BLUR+BLUR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-5353773527605695717</id><published>2007-05-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:14:34.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that my front teeth fell off. Crack and disintegrated. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to gaming now, blogger is still messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5353773527605695717?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5353773527605695717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5353773527605695717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5353773527605695717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5353773527605695717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8169768882194872844</id><published>2007-05-09T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:46:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Colour are You?</title><content type='html'>Just took an online quiz. Supposed to tell me more about myself. Well, do you find it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkHrd0bCFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/skPwYoITV08/s1600-h/whatcolor_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkHrd0bCFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/skPwYoITV08/s320/whatcolor_white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062586353661908466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;You value law, order, community and light.  You love to protect the social order and the rule of law.  At your best, you are just and protective. At your worst, you are authoritarian and dogmatic.  Your symbol is a sunburst.  Your enemies are black and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this quiz here : http://www.wizards.com/magic/playmagic/whatcolorareyou.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8169768882194872844?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8169768882194872844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8169768882194872844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8169768882194872844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8169768882194872844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/wat-colour-are-you_09.html' title='Wat Colour are You?'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RkHrd0bCFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/skPwYoITV08/s72-c/whatcolor_white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-3403015341252864029</id><published>2007-05-09T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:55:35.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>Yohoo! Doing some ppt presentation slides now for my GEMS lesson tomorrow. Freaking tired. Added a ballot box on the right, just below the tag box. Just want to know if my blog is laggy as it loads very quickly for my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when returning home today on the MRT, I met a women with a baby cot and a small boy. She entered the MRT at CCK I think, pushing the baby cot next to my seat before seating down. I don’t know about you guys but I really don’t know how to handle babies. I don’t hate them nor do I love them. Ya, sometimes they can be so adorable but sometimes they can be a pain in the neck. The women carried her baby in her arms and went on scolding the other boy seated next to her, who was crying. So there was the baby, carried in such a way then he was facing me and that the women will not be able to see what he is doing. I looked at him and smiled. BAD MOVE! He started tugging my left sleeve. It was just like hitting at 1st. When I ignored him and pretend to fall asleep, he started hitting harder then proceeded on to tugging and pulling, hard. Helpless, I turned and looked at him; damn he is cute, faked a smile then pretended to sleep again. Then on he went again! He just kept pulling and tugging until I look at him and continued to do so every time I looked away. Its either that I am too charming for him or that he is a born attention seeker, keep bothering me till some of the other passengers were laughing. Finally, the women realized what the baby was doing and pulled him away.&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train reach WDL, all the RP students started coming in. The baby was still beside me burping (I can smell milk! @#$%^&amp;) when suddenly there was a loud thud. All of us turn our heads to see a laptop on the floor and the owner, an Indian girl, stunned. Some people were making those “ooo” or “ahhh” sounds. The owner picked up the laptop and examined the casing; everything was in tact except for one or two slight scratches. She hesitated about opening her laptop and I understood why too. The easiest and most expensive thing to spoil is the screen, if it is cracked, wahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for her, the screen was intact and the laptop even managed to boot up fine. This is the 1st time that I am actually impressed with ACER. Haha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its late, time for me to sleep now. Lessons start at 8am. Darn. Sugar dreams…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3403015341252864029?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3403015341252864029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3403015341252864029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3403015341252864029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3403015341252864029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1591840517699701210</id><published>2007-05-08T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:40:32.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Been quite awhile since i blogged. Went out with Felin and Zhi Hao today. Felin drove us to causeway point! Haha, i am impressed at how clam and steady she is at the wheels. I will sleep without worries if she is driving! Ate at foodcourt after which she sent me home. Almost lost our way as I just cannot remember which turn to make. Luckily we made it and found the way to my house. And to Felin : You drive well man! Haha! 100 marks to you! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but it seems my account is abit messed up. Nvm, i'll worry about that at another time. Meanwhile, here is some space photos taken by The Hubble Space Telescope. Hope you them as much as i do! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For better viewing, click on the stop button and use the left and right button to navigate between photos. Otherwise, the photos may be switching too fast for you to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w207.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w207.photobucket.com/albums/bb309/Razsky/1178556776.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking aren't they? Simply beautiful. They ARE real. Anyway, its late, I need to sleep now. Sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1591840517699701210?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1591840517699701210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1591840517699701210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1591840517699701210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1591840517699701210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice.html' title='Nice!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8139566798674878518</id><published>2007-05-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T02:04:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Renovated</title><content type='html'>DONE! At last! My Blog is finally taking shape! Music, and Sudoku on the right! Don't worry! Be happy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: View this blog with Internet Explorer only please.. hehe.. mozilla will make it abit siao siao.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8139566798674878518?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8139566798674878518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8139566798674878518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8139566798674878518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8139566798674878518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-renovated.html' title='Blog Renovated'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-6846256569658308000</id><published>2007-04-30T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T04:40:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Stars</title><content type='html'>It’s raining. Heavily I think. Don’t you like it when it rains? Especially when it’s at night? I find it refreshing and cozy. And have you noticed how the sky looked like yesterday night and today? The clouds were pinkish red in color, giving a strange but beautiful glow in the otherwise dark sky. It was spectacular. The sound of raindrops beating down on the window acts like a natural lullaby, quickly yet soothingly, guides you into dreamland. Nice. AND YET, I am here in front of my computer typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my stupid hair. Just bathed and am waiting for it to dry up. I feel like cutting it. It’s too long for me I think. I can actually tie a small pony tail. Besides the longer waiting time I need for it to dry, some of my friends are saying that I look like a girl. Darn. Yet there are others that tell me I should keep them longer as this is the only chance left for me to have long hair ( going in army next year and I don’t think employers will appreciate male workers with pony tails ). So should I cut it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s been a few days since I last updated. Was quite occupied with some stuffs thus, did not have time to update. Every now and then, when I am bored, I will tend to suddenly start thinking about totally random stuff. For example, just this afternoon, I suddenly thought about space traveling. This topic has been on my mind for quite some time now and it just keep coming back and back again. I really want to go to space. It’s like THE number one dream of mine. Maybe it’s partly due to my passion for stars but I really hope I can one day go to space. I always wanted to do those wacky stunts those astronauts always do like somersaulting in mid air and see Earth from space. I want to walk on the moon. I wan to live on the moon. I want to be able to see stars without worrying if it’s cloudy or raining. The universe is so freaking huge and I am not contented with just living on one planet. I want to see stars with my own eyes. I am sick of pictures and videos. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dreams of mine will forever be just dreams I guess. If I can, I want to be able to see those images in these pictures with my own eyes. I will be so freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBt0bCFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cu9Lohm7jhI/s1600-h/space1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058951643098387890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBt0bCFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cu9Lohm7jhI/s320/space1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBt0bCFcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yKubNSd6gHM/s1600-h/space2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058951643098387906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBt0bCFcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yKubNSd6gHM/s320/space2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBuEbCFdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O-vYeGkRhwg/s1600-h/space3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love stars. I simply cannot ignore them. Few of close friends find me girlish or as they say, “too sentimental”. I cannot understand why and am saddened by their remarks. I don’t understand why being interested in these beautiful icons in the night sky is being “too sentimental”. I hate it when my close friends give me strange and funny looks on their face when I ask them out for star gazing or being referred as being “so despo for stars” when they do accompany me. It seems that none of them acknowledges star gazing as a passion for a normal guy and even sees it as being weird. I am sadden greatly by this. I really do wish I have someone that shares the same passion as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its, 4.30 am. 10am lesson later.I need to sleep now. Sugar dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-6846256569658308000?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/6846256569658308000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=6846256569658308000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6846256569658308000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/6846256569658308000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-stars.html' title='I Love Stars'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/RjUBt0bCFbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cu9Lohm7jhI/s72-c/space1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-4368042122750108812</id><published>2007-04-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:37:20.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More outings please!</title><content type='html'>It was fun yesterday. Went out with Darric, Alaina and Xiao Jie. I think it must have been at least 2 years since I last saw Xiao Jie. She haven change much though, still the same old nice person I know. So all of us went to AMK for pool and visited the AMK Hub while waiting for Alaina to arrive. The hub wasn’t that fantastic. Lots of shop but I kind of find it boring. It’s just something about that place, the design I think, that makes it unappealing to me. We went to a Japanese “restaurant” for lunch later on. “Restaurant” as in although there were waiter taking orders and serving us, the food was quite cheap. The cheapest meal there was just $2.90 and it surprisingly, tasted quite good. Alaina arrived after we finished our meal so the 3 of us kind of stared at her eating. Had some small talks about how life was for each another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stuns me a little to realize just how fast time had zoomed by. I can still remember the time where we last gathered together and talked for hours in our secondary school uniforms, hanging around shopping centers after school. Those were nice times. Now I understand when people say that your secondary school life will be the most memorable days of your youth. I miss those days. I still cannot believe I am already a 3rd year student in poly. How I wish time can just slow down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the outing. After the meal, Darric surprised Alaina with her belated birthday present - A white sling bag. She was surprised alright. Glad that she is happy about it. So off we went to K-Pool. It has been ages since I played pool. Could not get my angle and kept missing like mad. And Xiao Jie, she can play pool man. Kana thrashed by her! Haha! Nvm, I shall have my revenge next time we meet! We went home at around 6.45pm, Xiao Jie went to meet her bf while the 3 of us took the MRT back to Kahtib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can have more of these outings with my friends. I seem weird today. Don’t know why though. Even reading this post feels weird to me. My teeth still hurt a little but yup, they are getting better. I get very irritated easily these few days. Pissed very easily. Weird. I should get some sleep. Btw, I am looking for a job! Any lobangs? Sugar dreams…. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4368042122750108812?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4368042122750108812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4368042122750108812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4368042122750108812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4368042122750108812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-outings-please.html' title='More outings please!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3900172349129746</id><published>2007-04-24T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:13:50.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It still hurts</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I woke up this morning and guess what? I totally forgot about my teeth until I was brushing them. I was like, “O! They don’t hurt anymore!” and when on sighing on not having enough sleep, totally forgetting how panic and worried I was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to school. Surprisingly, I was not late as the lecture himself did not turn op for the lesson. Feeling hungry, I went to food court 3 with Felin and Zhi Hao for a quick bite before the next lesson. And that was when the strange feeling came back again. A weird pressure could be felt on teeth. I did not really bother about it except complain to Fel and Hao about how uncomfortable it is. They told me to clam down and that the feeling will go away. It did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts now, just like last night. I don’t know what’s wrong. It hurts even when I eat. I hate this feeling and I have no extra money for a dentist. Please go away. I am a nice guy. Don’t do anything nasty to teeth please. I need to sleep. Meeting Darric, Alaina and Xiao Jie tomorrow for pool. It has been a long time since I’ve seen Xiao Jie, looking forward to it. Hope my teeth behave themselves. Sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3900172349129746?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3900172349129746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3900172349129746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3900172349129746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3900172349129746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-dont-fall-off-2.html' title='It still hurts'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-710515211780281499</id><published>2007-04-23T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T03:08:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't fall off</title><content type='html'>I was beginning to start my new post when suddenly I feel this weird feeling on my front row of teeth. The bottom front row of teeth suddenly felt as if each of them was expanding and it feels very uncomfortable. What’s more, when I apply slight pressure to them, they actually moved a little! At 1st I thought nothing of it and continued doing my stuffs but the feeling just won’t go away! When I tried to apply slight pressure again, the teeth still moved but now, it hurts slightly too! The whole front row! At least 4 or 6 of them! I went online and started searching the web for any answers to this uncomfortable feeling and guess what, the finds were not heart warming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, a toothache may be caused by a problem not originating from a tooth or the jaw. Pain around the teeth and the jaws can be symptoms of diseases of the heart (such as angina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; or heart attack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;), ears (such as inner or external ear infections), and sinuses (air passages of the cheek bones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most common cause of toothache is gum disease. Gum disease refers to inflammation of the soft tissue (gingiva) and abnormal loss of bone that surrounds the teeth and holds them in place. Gum disease is caused by toxins secreted by bacteria in "plaque" that accumulate over time along the gum line. This plaque is a mixture of food, saliva, and bacteria. Early symptoms of gum disease include gum bleeding without pain. Pain is a symptom of more advanced gum disease as the loss of bone around the teeth leads to the formation of gum pockets. Bacteria in these pockets cause gum infection, swelling, pain, and further bone destruction. Advanced gum disease can cause loss of otherwise healthy teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just being paranoid. I hope I am. I think I may not feel this worried if it’s just one tooth that is hurting. That may just be decay or something. But now, it’s the whole freaking row! AH! It is getting more and more uncomfortable! One reason why I am so worried may be due to the fact that I am always very paranoid about my dental health! This is largely due to the fact of having strange dreams which involves the losing of my teeth or dental related illness. I seldom have nightmares but when I do, one disturbing thing is that it will most probably be linked to my teeth! Just recently, I had one disturbing dream that involved me losing a few teeth in the front row. I remember waking up in a sweat and checking my teeth with a mirror. I was so relived that it was a dream and even complained to my mum about (that was how great it affected me) it. I remember my mum telling me to take good care of my teeth and that the dream may be a warning. AND NOW THIS HAPPENS! I don’t want DEA JA VU! Not like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am just being paranoid! I hope when I wake up tomorrow, the pain will be gone! I really hope so! I have no $$ for cosmetic surgery and I do intend for my teeth to last for another 50 years! I am a nice guy! I do not deserve this! Do this to OSAMA or some other bad guys! I am a normal guy who wants to have normal teeth! They don’t need to be perfectly straight or white! Just don’t fall off! I don’t know to whom I am appealing to but if you can make them stay, please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at what I have just typed and the shits that are happening to me, I think I can do with an early night. Sugar dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after about 5mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that it is 3.00am. So much for the early night. Sugar dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-710515211780281499?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/710515211780281499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=710515211780281499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/710515211780281499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/710515211780281499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-dont-fall-off.html' title='Please don&apos;t fall off'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-4756336222719463334</id><published>2007-04-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:03:39.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>Todae is a special day!! 19 years ago, on this day, april 19, a girl by the name of alaina was born! Haha. Yeap, you are 19 liao. You have been living around on this planet at the corner of the universe for 456 months or 12768 days or 306432 hrs or 18385920 mins or 1103155200 seconds. Amazing eh? I am proud and happy to say that this is the 6th brithday of yours i have witnessed as you friend. And since its the 6th time, i guess i shd give you something more meaningful as a present. So here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, MY FRIEND!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wondercliparts.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Birthday Graphics" src="http://www.wondercliparts.com/birthday/graphics/birthday_graphics_02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 words for you in your favourite colour! Purple! Happy? i know you are. No need to thank me, its the least i can do. I am such a nice person right? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well then, guess i wll continue posting later. This post is my present for you! The thing about presents is the sentimental value, not the physical. This present is from the bottom from my heart. Touched? I know you are, don't cry ok? =D Sugar dreams birthday gal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4756336222719463334?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4756336222719463334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4756336222719463334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4756336222719463334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4756336222719463334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-1815165012270990240</id><published>2007-04-16T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T02:04:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a 3rd year student!</title><content type='html'>The time and date now is 12.53am, Monday, April 16, 2007. WAHOO! I am officially a third year student! I cannot believe how fast time flies in poly. I can still clearly remember the 1st day I stepped into SP. I was going there for my course registration after the JAE exercise. Before that day, I have neither visited SP nor Dover MRT before and I must say I was quite lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in the MRT, constantly glancing at the route map, wondering when I will actually arrive at Dover. Sounds kind of sua ku but I do not frequent the East side of Singapore as I live in Yishun. So when the train arrived at Jurong East, I panicked. I was day dreaming and thus, missed out on the instruction on which side I should alight from. It’s very funny to recall the moment when I hear the announcement “Doors closing” when I was still in the train deciding. Well, luck was on my side when I decided to just follow the crowd. Smart move of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I finally arrived at Dover MRT. I was happy about the fact that there was a connecting bridge between the station and school. Walking under the hot sun after traveling for 50mins is not what I am looking forward to. Upon entering the school, I was faced with the problem that I am sure every freshman will encounter - left or straight? I was supposed to report to T1 for my admission procedures and although there were big signs with big red arrows to guide us, they did not help much. First of all, I just cannot figure out which pathway the freaking arrows are pointing at. Is it the stairs leading to the ground floor or could it be the pathway 3steps away that leads off in a totally different direction? Instead of taking out the map, I acted smart and followed a girl in front of me who seemed to know where she was going. Bad move of the day! Apparently, I was not the only dumb one as there was a whole bunch of guys following me and another following them and so on and so on. So the whole queue ended up lost. I knew things were looking bad when I saw the girl taking out her map after following her for 10mins. After another 5mins of stupidity, I finally swallowed my pride and took out my map. Wooo! We kind of went the opposite way. So after awhile, under my smart and strong leadership (they boys were still following me), I arrived at T1. Victory! I wonder how many freshman tomorrow will be lost? I hope my friends and I are there to witness them taking out the map and scratching their heads. Sure laugh out at them! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Its 1.53am already! That stupid TV distracted me from typing! I need to sleep now. Waking up at 8 tomorrow with the 1st lesson starting at 10am and the last ending at 6pm. Hope I won’t over sleep! Sugar dreams! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-1815165012270990240?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/1815165012270990240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=1815165012270990240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1815165012270990240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/1815165012270990240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-3rd-year-student.html' title='I am a 3rd year student!'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-5091312477916243806</id><published>2007-04-15T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:54:19.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Table Blues</title><content type='html'>It’s Sunday morning, school starts tomorrow, and here I am at 4.40am typing this. All my friends are like saying that it’s time for me to start adjusting back my body clock for the new semester but I just can’t sleep. Unfortunately for me, the holiday fever is still burning wildly and I just cannot imagine waking up at 6.30am again. I mean although I am looking forward to the new semester, the new time table is very demoralizing. This is how my time table looked like when they 1st released it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, minor set back, I cannot paste it so just try to visualize k? It’s a nice timetable with time and days containing all those lesson timings and venues. The nice part is that the whole of both Thurs and Fri IS EMPTY! NO LESSONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, I was so freaking happy that I think I would have made it into the 2nd series of this Thai commercial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K5Md4xakb4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K5Md4xakb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see (visualize), it was a 3 day week. Meaning I will be free for 4 days in a week. NOW THAT is what I call SHOIKALISHM (means super SHOIK). Although I knew the timetable was not complete as there were 2 more modules I have to select, I was prepared for the fact that maybe Thurs or Fri may still be a school day. I was happy with that too. I am a very easily satisfied person. I am a nice guy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess how I felt when this is how my final time table look like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, minor set back again, so same drill k? Visualize that timetable again. Everything is the same. Just that this time they added a few lessons for Wed ,Thurs AND Fri. Lesson from Mon to Fri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to SP for ALL the 5 days. Do you have any idea how cheated I felt? I was alright about the Wed and Thurs lesson but Fri? WTH? AND IT IS A FREAKING 2 HOURS LECTURE from 8am to 10am. If it’s a 5 hour class then maybe I can understand but 2 hrs? Can’t they chunk it at the afternoon slot after Thurs? STUPID! Maybe some of you may not understand about why I am making such a fuss over a 2hrs lesson and even think that I should in turn be happy about such a short lesson right? So now I shall proceed to explaining why the hell am I so pissed about this freaking short lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say: “Time and tide waits for no man” and I DO NOT like to waste time especially when those times fall in place with my sleep time. For me to get to SP by 8am, I would need to be fully awake by 6.15am and get to Yishun MRT by 7am. Thus, for my Fridays in the new semester, I will be spending 3hrs in traveling time to and fro school for a 2hrs lecture that I will most probably sleep through. S.T.U.P.I.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what to do? At least I guess I can comfort myself with the fact that there will be no more MATHS for me to overcome. HAHA! Finally! NO MORE MATHS! I must use this chance to pull up my grades! Ok then, I will end here. Its 6am soon and I am meeting Darric and Dickson at 1pm. Hope I won’t over sleep. Sugar dreams. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-5091312477916243806?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/5091312477916243806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=5091312477916243806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5091312477916243806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/5091312477916243806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-table-blues.html' title='Time Table Blues'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-8010845354803726623</id><published>2007-04-10T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:15:46.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kana scolded gay sia on the tag board. Haha. Anyway, heres a cool optical illusion for u guys before i go to sleep. Click it for better effect. The circles appear to rotate eh?Badminton at 1.30pm! haha. Sugar dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhq6atEwgcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xlp4N_2ozQE/s1600-h/rotsnake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051554899988349378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhq6atEwgcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xlp4N_2ozQE/s320/rotsnake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-8010845354803726623?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/8010845354803726623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=8010845354803726623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8010845354803726623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/8010845354803726623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhq6atEwgcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xlp4N_2ozQE/s72-c/rotsnake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2136262525585727120</id><published>2007-04-09T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:08:44.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wan my sleep..</title><content type='html'>Frustration and pain, these are the 2 words I will use to describe my day. Frustrated due to the fact I can’t get enough sleep! Climbed onto my bed at 6am, listened to mp3 till 7am and I still can’t sleep! And when I do finally step into dream land, some kind of shit will end up pulling me back to reality again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st is my brother’s alarm clock which rang non stop, and I mean NON-STOP! It’s almost like an endurance race in the family. We all hear it ringing but all choose to be glued on our bed until one guy (me) finally gets irritated enough to admit defeat and shut the clock up.&lt;br /&gt;In 2nd place is my wonderful and cute little dog, ZACKY! Bark and cry non stop as my parents left the house. My dear Zacky, I know you miss mummy and daddy (well, we sort of treat him as our little brother) a lot but would you please be kind enough to cry and sob to someone else that is not sleeping? And I know you are smart enough to know that I am sleeping or you would not have scratch my bed so hard and upon my relented attention, force me to watch u cry.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my dear neighbour upstairs that seems to travel around their house in wheelchairs that has rectangle wheels. BING! BONG! KA! DONG! WA LAU EH!! BUAY TA HAN! I really don’t know what the hell they are doing up there. It’s like auditioning for the marching band in a Chinese funeral procession. ARG! Whatever! So I end up “waking” up at around 12noon. 6 hours on my bed. 3 hours of sleep? One word will describe how I feel. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rest of the day wasn’t that bad though. Did the usual, play games, watch TV, eat, play again. The best part was in the wee hours of April 9, around 3am? The clouds had cleared up a bit and finally I was able to catch a glimpse of the night sky! Ok, some of you may not know this but one of my interests is star gazing. Not those star gazing that couples claim to enjoy while most of the time and effort is spent on each other rather then the sky. My star gazing is more authentic. It’s about trying to spot the different constellations in the night sky, investigating the stories behind each of them and finding directions using stars. Some of you may be like “Siao ar, stars that form patterns in the sky? And we can see it with our naked eye? Oo ya bo??” And yes, Oo ya! We can see them! I am not a pro and yes I am able to find them! Trust me, just give yourself 20mins a day and stare up into the sky, those stars will start popping out and their beauty will amaze you. As the only “viewing deck” I had access to at 3am is my kitchen window, I could only look at the sky in the North direction. With some help from the internet, I manage to spot 5 stars and I hope, identified them correctly. Below is a screenshot of a program I used to identify star constellation. The 2 circles are the stars I spotted! Parts of the Ursa Major constellation on the left and a bright star, Vega, of the Lyra constellation on the right. Look north at night and you too might be able to spot them! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhlm9tEwgbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncV0L3YGgJg/s1600-h/stars-north.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051181667330326962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhlm9tEwgbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncV0L3YGgJg/s320/stars-north.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!! Its 6am again!! Off I go to bed now!! Hope I can fall asleep real soon!! =D wish me luck!! Sugar dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2136262525585727120?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2136262525585727120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2136262525585727120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2136262525585727120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2136262525585727120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wan-my-sleep.html' title='I wan my sleep..'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_q80nXTfdiX0/Rhlm9tEwgbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ncV0L3YGgJg/s72-c/stars-north.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469679690026748602.post-2622092278502228218</id><published>2007-04-08T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:06:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up Clock</title><content type='html'>YOHOO!!! its 6.00 am and i am still wide awake!!! Omg! I think my body clock is messed up.. Day and night has replaced each other for me. Wat am i goin to do when sch reopens?! Arg! MUST sleep now! Sugar dreams!! Night!! Or shd i say - Morning!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-2622092278502228218?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/2622092278502228218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=2622092278502228218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2622092278502228218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/2622092278502228218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='Messed Up Clock'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-3131547090898209969</id><published>2007-04-08T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:10:37.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post!! =D</title><content type='html'>Yoyo! My 2nd post! Didn’t do much today. The rain made me real sleepy, haha. Anyway, I was stuck watching tv as my bro needed to use the com for his proj. So there I was lying on my bro’s bed for hours staring at that stupid box switching from channel to channel that airs the same old boring shit. I mean don’t they have any other better shows rather then those old Taiwan or Korean dramas which they show over and over again? Was praying for sumthin decent for the Saturday night movie and well, what do you know? Prayer ANSWERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The movie was - A walk to remember, easily one of the most touching and sweet shows out there. Though the plot was quite usual like the other teenage love movies where handsome guy meets ugly duckling, handsome guy falls in love with ugly duckling, ugly duckling turns into a swan and so on and so on. But somehow this movie just seems better, a whole lot better. Why? I don’t know. Haha. It does however, break away from the conventional endings of living happily ever after. But don’t worry! It is still a sweet ending! So jus go watch it, its nice! I’m sure any vcd or dvd shops out there will have a copy in stock. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ok. Off to watch chn 8 now, a comedy is on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-3131547090898209969?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/3131547090898209969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=3131547090898209969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3131547090898209969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/3131547090898209969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-post-d.html' title='2nd post!! =D'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5469679690026748602.post-4347267867742966892</id><published>2007-04-07T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T05:52:13.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO</title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHA.. MY 1ST POST!!! Helping Felin with her blog has somehow made me interested in blogging!! Thus from today onwards, i shall have my own blog!!! *clap clap clap =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Its 5.40am already!! Well then, off to sleep now!! Sugar dreams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469679690026748602-4347267867742966892?l=stupid-friends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/feeds/4347267867742966892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469679690026748602&amp;postID=4347267867742966892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4347267867742966892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469679690026748602/posts/default/4347267867742966892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupid-friends.blogspot.com/2007/04/wooo.html' title='WOOO'/><author><name>Kai Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15598554122989292991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
