<?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-25363583</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:15:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me ZX</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-3767205108844105028</id><published>2008-09-14T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:29:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A scene from my window just moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/SM0CsbL_okI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HPjxlgMlVu4/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852103192060482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/SM0CsbL_okI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HPjxlgMlVu4/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/SM0CsgRddqI/AAAAAAAAAac/GJ8OKHC58R0/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852104557164194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/SM0CsgRddqI/AAAAAAAAAac/GJ8OKHC58R0/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me miss playing with lanterns and lighting up the candles and the fire sticks(or whatever you call it.) when I was a kid. Haha. Guess I'm too old to be playing these. Happy Mid Autumn! Enjoy this day eating mooncakes with your family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-3767205108844105028?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/3767205108844105028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=3767205108844105028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3767205108844105028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3767205108844105028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/09/scene-from-my-window-just-moments-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/SM0CsbL_okI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HPjxlgMlVu4/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-4684065424934325310</id><published>2008-08-24T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:43:11.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to BPP's McDonald's to do my assignment this evening. I was listening to the radio as I did the questions and at around 7.10p.m, I got kind of bored doing the questions and thus I stopped and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio was playing the live version of the song, "你把我灌醉". At that particular moment when I looked out at the streets, the song was playing till the highlighted line as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开&lt;br /&gt;往城市边缘开&lt;br /&gt;把车窗都摇下来&lt;br /&gt;用速度换来一点痛快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;孤单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;被热闹的夜赶出来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却无从告白&lt;br /&gt;是你留给我悲哀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦爱&lt;br /&gt;让我变得看不开&lt;br /&gt;哦爱&lt;br /&gt;让我自找伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我流泪&lt;br /&gt;扛下了所有罪&lt;br /&gt;我拼命挽回&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我心碎&lt;br /&gt;爱得收不回&lt;br /&gt;唔……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;猜&lt;br /&gt;最好最坏都猜&lt;br /&gt;你为何离开&lt;br /&gt;可惜永远没有答案&lt;br /&gt;对我&lt;br /&gt;你爱的太晚&lt;br /&gt;又走的太快&lt;br /&gt;我的心你不明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦爱&lt;br /&gt;让我变得看不开&lt;br /&gt;哦爱&lt;br /&gt;让我自找伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我流泪&lt;br /&gt;扛下了所有罪&lt;br /&gt;我拼命挽回&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我心碎&lt;br /&gt;爱得收不回&lt;br /&gt;唔……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我梦到哪里你都在&lt;br /&gt;怎么能忘怀&lt;br /&gt;你那神秘的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;是不是说&lt;br /&gt;放不下你是我活该&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我流泪&lt;br /&gt;扛下了所有罪&lt;br /&gt;我拼命挽回&lt;br /&gt;你把我灌醉&lt;br /&gt;你让我心碎&lt;br /&gt;爱得收不回&lt;br /&gt;唔……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I felt 孤单 at that moment! Haha. There I was, alone in McDonald's doing my assignment, while it was getting dark and drizzling outside...&lt;br /&gt;"孤单~ 被热闹的夜赶出来~"&lt;br /&gt;And I started to miss her already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-4684065424934325310?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/4684065424934325310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=4684065424934325310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4684065424934325310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4684065424934325310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-bpps-mcdonalds-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-1151195681838498432</id><published>2008-08-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:05:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a medical appointment at Alexandra Hospital this afternoon, and I didn't know how to get there from my workplace. And so, I was smoking with a couple of my colleagues and I asked one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh how to get to AH from here ah?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You walk out of Ngee Soon Camp hor, at the traffic light you see any vehicle coming right, ah you step out lor. Before doing so hor, you write a note and paste it on your chest saying 'Please bring me to AH.' like that lor. Will get there lah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thanks. Eh, I'm not coming to work anymore leh. The next time you'll get to see me is next Tuesday."&lt;br /&gt;David: "How come? On leave ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No lah. next Tuesday just nice one week from today mah. 7th day I'll come back look for you lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I took the train to Jurong East MRT station, and switched to bus no. 197. Reached AH at around 2:45pm, and waited for my appointment at 4pm. I told the doctor that I don't need anymore excuse from IPPT already. I'm fit to take the physical test. And so, he arranged the next physiotherapy for me and I left the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that I needed a new pair of basketball shoes as the old pair has already lost its soles. So I happily strolled to Queensway Shopping Centre to buy my new shoes. Went in, got the shoes and a knee sleeve to support my right knee, and I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the guys for basketball this evening.&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;Twisted my right knee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-1151195681838498432?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/1151195681838498432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=1151195681838498432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1151195681838498432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1151195681838498432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-medical-appointment-at-alexandra.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-2313431263128597637</id><published>2008-07-15T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:09:19.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>And I'm treating myself to a can of ice-cold Carlsberg! Cheers and Happy Birthday ZX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-2313431263128597637?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/2313431263128597637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=2313431263128597637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/2313431263128597637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/2313431263128597637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-991245575321623923</id><published>2008-07-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:35:50.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hey yah! It's been so long! The reason I'm blogging today is not because it's just half an hour to my birthday, but the fact that HERMAN went to SIM and picked me up from there, and treated me to a plate of chicken briyani and a cup of bandung! A million thanks! The bandung tasted exceptionally sweet. This small gesture is a million times more meaningful than buying me 2 bottles of Martell and making me drunk. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-991245575321623923?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/991245575321623923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=991245575321623923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/991245575321623923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/991245575321623923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-7905728522195702628</id><published>2008-01-09T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:23:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the new year and it's been so long since I've posted something. I should post something, no? Ok. Here's... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself being 'pudgy'(new word I've learnt from Carmen), but only in the torso area. You know, the middle part of your body? The part below the neh neh, and above the ku ku or the bye bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tummy lah! DA DU NAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh shit lah I'm fat lah! BLAH! I should try Tummy Slim. Lol.&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;Let's pray Herman passes his driving test tomorrow so he can start to drive me out for supper instead. Heh. All the best lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-7905728522195702628?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7905728522195702628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7905728522195702628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7905728522195702628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7905728522195702628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-year-and-its-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-7485508833261084527</id><published>2007-11-05T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:33:44.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1st November 2007, Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACER's 17th Anniversary Gala Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night at the OSCARS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128823074661877970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Ry09aakMSNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lnLdfwdiVS4/s320/DSC02325.JPG" border="0" /&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/25363583-7485508833261084527?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7485508833261084527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7485508833261084527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7485508833261084527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7485508833261084527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-november-2007-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/Ry09aakMSNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lnLdfwdiVS4/s72-c/DSC02325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-8609176369322157206</id><published>2007-10-17T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:58:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My impacted wisdom tooth was giving me problems since Sunday. Again. It started to give me a hell of a time last night, where the pain was so unbearable that I couldn't sleep. I attended the lesson I was supposed to but the pain was so bad that I decided to take the day off and go see a dentist. I thought, this time I shall get rid of it once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking perhaps I wouldn't be able to receive a surgery for my tooth today, since it was so last minute but the dentist had time and told me to go ahead with the surgery today. I was glad I would be able to get rid of this pain today, but then again the thought of the surgery kind of frightened me a little. For a start, I had to have 3 injections to numb the area. The first one was madness. the second one had no feeling, but the third one was crazy. And these were the hardest part! Through out the whole minor surgery, all I felt was the sawing of my tooth, some pressure now and then as they try to pull out this bitch. The whole thing took around an hour only. Am glad I finally get rid of this bitch! Caused me 450 bucks for the removal of the tooth, 20 for the x-ray, 30 for the medications and 18 for the administration fees. $518 lor! But I can use MediSave for the $500. That's a good news for people who want to have their wisdom teeth removed! You have impacted wisdom teeth? Wait no more! Go go go! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, had nothing to do and decided to sleep for awhile. Just woke up and had my first food for the whole day. I didn't eat much either last night. Feels great! The numbness from the area is gone, and I thought it would be painful once it's gone but hey, no pain! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Now now, what to do? I'm given a 5 days MC lor. Rot ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-8609176369322157206?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/8609176369322157206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=8609176369322157206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8609176369322157206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8609176369322157206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-impacted-wisdom-tooth-was-giving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-3478768024144569092</id><published>2007-10-04T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:01:00.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irritatingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-3478768024144569092?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/3478768024144569092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=3478768024144569092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3478768024144569092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3478768024144569092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/10/irritatingly-irresistible.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-4541284592092095998</id><published>2007-09-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:59:00.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played the third Inter Formation game against Guards. Lost. Enough said. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing for Bukit Panjang CSC for the Inter Constituency Games later in the morning. Against Ngee Soon South I think. Hope we can win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-4541284592092095998?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/4541284592092095998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=4541284592092095998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4541284592092095998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4541284592092095998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/played-third-inter-formation-game.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-4616488338665186688</id><published>2007-09-07T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:55:28.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played against CSSCOM this morning. Only 5 players turned up for the Signals team this morning. That's including me lah. MY GOSH! Like what the hell. Lost, as expected. 69 - 56. Could have lost even more points. No form today. Sank in only 7 points. Field goals percentage is probably like 10%? What was I doing? Let's hope there's more people turning up for tomorrow's game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-4616488338665186688?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/4616488338665186688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=4616488338665186688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4616488338665186688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4616488338665186688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/played-against-csscom-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-8191800182286749208</id><published>2007-09-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:21:26.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More photos from Redang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGAQjP9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/nxYWOc2AXzo/s1600-h/Zx+Waiting+for+Our+Boat+to+Redang+Lang+Island+20-08-07+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106754426121699282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGAQjP9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/nxYWOc2AXzo/s320/Zx+Waiting+for+Our+Boat+to+Redang+Lang+Island+20-08-07+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGQQjP-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HwrDJfduKwA/s1600-h/Bing+Ru+and+Herman+Marine+Park+22-08-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106754430416666594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGQQjP-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HwrDJfduKwA/s320/Bing+Ru+and+Herman+Marine+Park+22-08-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGwQjP_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m-n1rdeyW-E/s1600-h/Herman+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Marine+Park+22-08-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106754439006601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGwQjP_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m-n1rdeyW-E/s320/Herman+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Marine+Park+22-08-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755048891957250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WqQQjQAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vta9ZnRBuXo/s320/Zx+Bing+Ru+Herman+Round+Island+21-08-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UvwQjP4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/JnuHu-lEhjg/s1600-h/Zx+Round+Island+21-08-07+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106752944357982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UvwQjP4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/JnuHu-lEhjg/s320/Zx+Round+Island+21-08-07+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UwgQjP5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-9oYr_g5Ekk/s1600-h/Hemran+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106752957242883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UwgQjP5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-9oYr_g5Ekk/s320/Hemran+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxAQjP6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7q-_H9VfwQY/s1600-h/Herman+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Afternoon+22-08-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106752965832818594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxAQjP6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7q-_H9VfwQY/s320/Herman+Zx+and+Bing+Ru+Afternoon+22-08-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxgQjP7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/M_o2TDFfx7s/s1600-h/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(65).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106752974422753202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxgQjP7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/M_o2TDFfx7s/s320/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(65).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxwQjP8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/01aHLEaTrXg/s1600-h/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(67).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106752978717720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7UxwQjP8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/01aHLEaTrXg/s320/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(67).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwAQjPzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IUItrslBDsQ/s1600-h/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(68).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749650118065970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwAQjPzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IUItrslBDsQ/s320/Wash+Up+Marine+Park+22-08-07+(68).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwgQjP0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/zncfJTPG1ik/s1600-h/Zx+and+Herman%27s+First+Evening+20-08-07+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749658708000578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwgQjP0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/zncfJTPG1ik/s320/Zx+and+Herman%27s+First+Evening+20-08-07+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwwQjP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/5JPkEJgO1DA/s1600-h/Zx+Bing+Ru+and+Herman+Beach+Walk++20-08-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749663002967890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RwwQjP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/5JPkEJgO1DA/s320/Zx+Bing+Ru+and+Herman+Beach+Walk++20-08-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RxgQjP2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8DsTZFMj4_o/s1600-h/Zx+Stones+22-08-07+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749675887869794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RxgQjP2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8DsTZFMj4_o/s320/Zx+Stones+22-08-07+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RyAQjP3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/CvjofUhqY74/s1600-h/Beach+Walk++20-08-07+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106749684477804402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7RyAQjP3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/CvjofUhqY74/s320/Beach+Walk++20-08-07+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I like this last photo the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-8191800182286749208?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/8191800182286749208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=8191800182286749208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8191800182286749208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8191800182286749208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-pictures-from-redang-and-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rt7WGAQjP9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/nxYWOc2AXzo/s72-c/Zx+Waiting+for+Our+Boat+to+Redang+Lang+Island+20-08-07+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-4507917912297240143</id><published>2007-09-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:24:49.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played the first match with the Signals team for the Inter Formation Basketball Tournament this morning. Mixed feelings I get after the match. First of all, I was given the number 23. I guess it's personal issues lah. It's Jordan's number, and somehow I felt I had to play a good game to live up to this number, for all those watching me play. I guess I had a good game, considering the fact that I had sunk in a total of 12 points. Still, it wasn't good enough to win the game as we lost 48-52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I sat down and thought about the whole game. Basically the world came tumbling down at the start of the third quater lah. There was too much 'should-have'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should have sounded out that it would be better for me to play the forward position, which I'm more familiar with. I was being pulled to play the point guard.&lt;br /&gt;I should have given instructions to place someone at the high post to facilitate the ball movement, when the opponent was playing half court man-to-man defence.&lt;br /&gt;I should have isolated myself to go for more points and break through their defence.&lt;br /&gt;I should have been more selfish to go for another buzzer beater at the end of the third quarter, to bring the score line closer.&lt;br /&gt;I should have given the opponent a taste of my chicken wing so he will stop pulling my jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things that I felt I could have done. I thought there were so much more I could do that would help the team. But when I was playing in the PG position, perhaps I had too much things going on in my head that I lost the instincts that I normally would have possess. I always think that a PG is someone so important in the game that when he is able to perform what he is expected, he could probably bring the game to a higher level. But I guess I don't have the capabilities to do that lah. No vision, no ideas to immediately counter the opponents, and definitely no ability to control the pace of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Though we lost by a mere 4 points, I thought we were considered lucky to have lost the game by ONLY 4 points. Then again, I could have done something more to actually turn the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard people chanting "Jordan! Jordan!" outside the court when I made the second buzzer beater and brought the game to a 6 points lead at the end of the first half. Felt great at the moment. Felt utterly lousy at the end. LOL. Ok lah those people were BingHan and Herman lah. But still... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point crying over spilt milk. I'll just have to buy another packet.&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;Dear Confidence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking you to come back to me. I want to know where the hell are you so I can go and KICK YOUR ASS AND FUCKING HELL MAKE SURE YOU STAY WITH ME! CHEEBYE YOU WANT TO GO MISSING YOU BETTER FUCKING HELL DON'T LET ME GRAB HOLD OF YOU! I AM SO FUCKING HELL GONNA EAT YOU UP THIS TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui! Pui! Pui! Pui! Pui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;ZX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-4507917912297240143?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/4507917912297240143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=4507917912297240143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4507917912297240143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4507917912297240143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/played-first-match-with-signals-team.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-8740449919098132929</id><published>2007-09-04T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:29:47.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snorkelling! We went for a total of 3 trips; Marine Park, a Round Island Trip, and then Marine Park again the next day! Didn't bring the underwater camera on our first Marine Park trip, so let's start off with some pictures taken on the Round Island Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0QQQjPwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GFNGKI2FtB4/s1600-h/Damselfish+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106013531378237186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0QQQjPwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GFNGKI2FtB4/s320/Damselfish+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0QwQjPxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zanPdW_AheI/s1600-h/Redang+Lang+Island.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106013539968171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0QwQjPxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zanPdW_AheI/s320/Redang+Lang+Island.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0RAQjPyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3eYABhtCwR8/s1600-h/Starfish+In+Redang+Lang+Island.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106013544263139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0RAQjPyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3eYABhtCwR8/s320/Starfish+In+Redang+Lang+Island.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, there was only 3 pictures taken. Haha! Well, the water and the corals are beautiful, but seems like there was a lack of fish. Couldn't find much fish there. So we saved the film for our trip to Marine Park the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzGQQjPrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/x_1aQyAD_j0/s1600-h/Marine+Life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012260067917490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzGQQjPrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/x_1aQyAD_j0/s320/Marine+Life.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzGgQjPsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/At7nlBsQQ7c/s1600-h/Marine+Life+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012264362884802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzGgQjPsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/At7nlBsQQ7c/s320/Marine+Life+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHAQjPtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PkZ0sg9lJ0g/s1600-h/Marine+Life+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012272952819410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHAQjPtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PkZ0sg9lJ0g/s320/Marine+Life+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHgQjPuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wp_HRM0lq3Y/s1600-h/Triggerfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012281542754018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHgQjPuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wp_HRM0lq3Y/s320/Triggerfish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHwQjPvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/R1Y93jktD5I/s1600-h/Giant+Grouper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106012285837721330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwzHwQjPvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/R1Y93jktD5I/s320/Giant+Grouper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyNwQjPmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hFRCub4opRI/s1600-h/Damselfish+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011289405308514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyNwQjPmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hFRCub4opRI/s320/Damselfish+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOAQjPnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yo9TdqsXEVI/s1600-h/Damselfish+and+Corals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011293700275826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOAQjPnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yo9TdqsXEVI/s320/Damselfish+and+Corals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOQQjPoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pFzAfrsb3Ks/s1600-h/Damselfish+and+Corals+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011297995243138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOQQjPoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/pFzAfrsb3Ks/s320/Damselfish+and+Corals+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOwQjPpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fdqDHZSm05k/s1600-h/Damselfish+and+Corals+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011306585177746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyOwQjPpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fdqDHZSm05k/s320/Damselfish+and+Corals+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyPAQjPqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Cz7234HOnkI/s1600-h/Damselfish+and+Corals+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011310880145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwyPAQjPqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Cz7234HOnkI/s320/Damselfish+and+Corals+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwtwQjPcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ycyDRx8GQvc/s1600-h/Marine+Park+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009640137866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwtwQjPcI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ycyDRx8GQvc/s320/Marine+Park+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwugQjPdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bBV7kMsxxwo/s1600-h/Herman+Feeding+Fishes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009653022768594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwugQjPdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bBV7kMsxxwo/s320/Herman+Feeding+Fishes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwuwQjPeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hqr-wB4VTDo/s1600-h/Parrotfishes+and+Damselfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009657317735906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwuwQjPeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hqr-wB4VTDo/s320/Parrotfishes+and+Damselfish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwvQQjPfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qheTG-a-J8A/s1600-h/Zx+Feeding+Damselfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009665907670514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwvQQjPfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qheTG-a-J8A/s320/Zx+Feeding+Damselfish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwvgQjPgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xGMPP394p4c/s1600-h/Zx+Feeding+Fish+(Close+Up).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009670202637826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtwwvgQjPgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xGMPP394p4c/s320/Zx+Feeding+Fish+(Close+Up).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there you have it. It was great feeding and swimming amongst the fish! They were like everywhere around you, and once you put the bread into the waters, the feeling of the fish feeding from your hands was amazing. Though you get bites on your fingers but it was great. I'm not good at describing using words so you should see them for yourselves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-8740449919098132929?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/8740449919098132929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=8740449919098132929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8740449919098132929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/8740449919098132929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/snorkelling-we-went-for-total-of-3.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rtw0QQQjPwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GFNGKI2FtB4/s72-c/Damselfish+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-7916388921490289483</id><published>2007-09-02T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:45:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the long wait! Haha. Had been tired after work so didn't really get to finish up this entry. If you can still remember, this is our trip to Redang from the 19th to 23th August. I met up with Herman and took a bus down to bugis. Went to the temple to pray for a safe trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR3wQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b_dpre4xSj0/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105131302145965394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR3wQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b_dpre4xSj0/s320/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis Village to eat as we both were hungry. After which, we had a walk around, exchanged our currencies, and finally caught up with BingRu, who came to join us after work. And we went to eat again in the market along Beach Road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My second dinner.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR3wQjPWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SXwqkto0mdg/s1600-h/DSC01656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105131302145965410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR3wQjPWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SXwqkto0mdg/s320/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bing Ru.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR4AQjPXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ww_D6smZiA8/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105131306440932722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR4AQjPXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ww_D6smZiA8/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Herman.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR4QQjPYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ssJ_kDYYMdw/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105131310735900034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR4QQjPYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ssJ_kDYYMdw/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105130619246165250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQAQjPQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J_Jq-TxvtaY/s320/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our luggages.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105135103192022434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkVVAQjPaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kO7xHyb_YqM/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bus! It's quite comfortable.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQgQjPSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7RrGP6YsF0U/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105130627836099874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQgQjPSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7RrGP6YsF0U/s320/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even provides us with a screen to watch movies...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQgQjPTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_zdh8Zppiws/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105130627836099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQgQjPTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_zdh8Zppiws/s320/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and not forgetting the headphones.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQwQjPUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BDyXIYnlWWY/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105130632131067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkRQwQjPUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/BDyXIYnlWWY/s320/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting comfortable for the long ride.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQfwQjPLI/AAAAAAAAATc/nMLPBlR7CB0/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129790317477042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQfwQjPLI/AAAAAAAAATc/nMLPBlR7CB0/s320/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing through the customs in Tuas, we came to a stop to rest and fill up our stomachs before embarking on the 9 hours bus ride. We didn't eat much though(We had so much in Singapore already), but we did buy stuffs like bubble gums!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQgAQjPMI/AAAAAAAAATk/VYugh8DJtUY/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129794612444354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQgAQjPMI/AAAAAAAAATk/VYugh8DJtUY/s320/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQgQQjPNI/AAAAAAAAATs/j2fxnAiVH18/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129798907411666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQgQQjPNI/AAAAAAAAATs/j2fxnAiVH18/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached a jetty called the Merang Jetty, and had our breakfast there while waiting for the ferry to come ferry us to our destination! However, it seems that there were some misunderstanding between the personnel at the jetty counter and us, and Herman decides to make a few phone calls to the travel agency to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mafia calling reinforcements. Lol.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQggQjPOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RZhcQy0aMGY/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129803202378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQggQjPOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RZhcQy0aMGY/s320/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were then brought to another small jetty where we will wait for our ferry. It seems that we are going to different resorts, and so they had different ferries for us. And we didn't know our resort isn't in Redang Island itself, though our package says we are going to Redang. A little confusing though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the small jetty where we were supposed to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129807497346290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkQgwQjPPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FTSw7_o9PNI/s320/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Italian family. They were going to the same resort as us.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0QQjPGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KD9g59ND924/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129042993167458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0QQjPGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KD9g59ND924/s320/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0gQjPHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XSQmF3kZG1A/s1600-h/DSC01770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129047288134770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0gQjPHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XSQmF3kZG1A/s320/DSC01770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and there it is! Our holiday!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0wQjPII/AAAAAAAAATE/AiiWD2lW2no/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129051583102082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP0wQjPII/AAAAAAAAATE/AiiWD2lW2no/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waters there were really clear.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP1AQjPJI/AAAAAAAAATM/cDQPtGZZzsc/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129055878069394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP1AQjPJI/AAAAAAAAATM/cDQPtGZZzsc/s320/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this island is part of which that forms up the whole Redang. I'm not really sure either.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP1gQjPKI/AAAAAAAAATU/jlYCspuzuDo/s1600-h/Lang+Island+Entrance++22-08-07+(0).JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105129064468004002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkP1gQjPKI/AAAAAAAAATU/jlYCspuzuDo/s320/Lang+Island+Entrance++22-08-07+(0).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOuQQjPBI/AAAAAAAAASM/3PzJdpJ43Ds/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105127840402324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOuQQjPBI/AAAAAAAAASM/3PzJdpJ43Ds/s320/DSC01779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOugQjPCI/AAAAAAAAASU/ANcEHZYZM_8/s1600-h/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105127844697291810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOugQjPCI/AAAAAAAAASU/ANcEHZYZM_8/s320/DSC01780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is a so called lounge to watch television, and further straight ahead there's a shop, a pool table and a few tables to play mahjong and cards and stuff.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOuwQjPDI/AAAAAAAAASc/1edhoiphkSk/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105127848992259122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOuwQjPDI/AAAAAAAAASc/1edhoiphkSk/s320/DSC01782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV place.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOvAQjPEI/AAAAAAAAASk/8m5ghd1oB-A/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105127853287226434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOvAQjPEI/AAAAAAAAASk/8m5ghd1oB-A/s320/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOvQQjPFI/AAAAAAAAASs/WGIjn44qxSA/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105127857582193746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkOvQQjPFI/AAAAAAAAASs/WGIjn44qxSA/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxAQQjO8I/AAAAAAAAARk/Y0ZroJrphHs/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335945686694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxAQQjO8I/AAAAAAAAARk/Y0ZroJrphHs/s320/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking in.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxAwQjO9I/AAAAAAAAARs/2wvEbmueI3U/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335954276629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxAwQjO9I/AAAAAAAAARs/2wvEbmueI3U/s320/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBAQjO-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/b6POygblGoo/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335958571596770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBAQjO-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/b6POygblGoo/s320/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We got into our room, unpacked and had a shower before going to the canteen to have our lunch. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBQQjO_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/R_IVYSSNfSM/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335962866564082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBQQjO_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/R_IVYSSNfSM/s320/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we had to remove our shoes and slippers before entering the canteen. Basically, we had to remove the shoes at the reception desk, before entering the TV place and the shop, and even before going up on the corridors outside our rooms. So, we had to remove our slippers everywhere we go. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBwQjPAI/AAAAAAAAASE/-GhPEsITenA/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335971456498690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKxBwQjPAI/AAAAAAAAASE/-GhPEsITenA/s320/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we went back to our room and had a nap. We were all kind of tired from the bus ride, as it was too cold and we couldn't really sleep well.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwWQQjO3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dQXm_HekDC4/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335224132189042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwWQQjO3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dQXm_HekDC4/s320/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, and decided to explore the resort.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwWwQjO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/1m36fkQ3o0E/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335232722123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwWwQjO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/1m36fkQ3o0E/s320/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXAQjO5I/AAAAAAAAARM/L0rIsfye_uc/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335237017090962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXAQjO5I/AAAAAAAAARM/L0rIsfye_uc/s320/DSC01801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXQQjO6I/AAAAAAAAARU/8l26cE7GzCU/s1600-h/DSC01812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335241312058274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXQQjO6I/AAAAAAAAARU/8l26cE7GzCU/s320/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXgQjO7I/AAAAAAAAARc/IxHwylJ5MQU/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103335245607025586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKwXgQjO7I/AAAAAAAAARc/IxHwylJ5MQU/s320/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvIwQjOyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/949hOY-aHAk/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333892692327202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvIwQjOyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/949hOY-aHAk/s320/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJAQjOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/h3Opfx13Um0/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333896987294514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJAQjOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/h3Opfx13Um0/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJQQjO0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/yllyOsHrpCM/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333901282261826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJQQjO0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/yllyOsHrpCM/s320/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to find out what is there to do at night. Nothing much exciting. But very relaxing. You can either buy some beer and head to the lounge to watch television all night...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJgQjO1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/RJ6CQmQ6bDU/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333905577229138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvJgQjO1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/RJ6CQmQ6bDU/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or head out to the beach and look at each other...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvKAQjO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Mr_IolhWmXU/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333914167163746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKvKAQjO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Mr_IolhWmXU/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKucgQjOtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/71QbqshrP7w/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333132483115730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKucgQjOtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/71QbqshrP7w/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKucwQjOuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gektx47cFHk/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333136778083042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKucwQjOuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gektx47cFHk/s320/DSC01848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or to their KTV to sing songs!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudQQjOvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z29aj7cKgVk/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333145368017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudQQjOvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z29aj7cKgVk/s320/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to manually change the disc for each and every song we asked for.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudgQjOwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lEhKqTyNFG4/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333149662984962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudgQjOwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lEhKqTyNFG4/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually S Club Seven's "Never Had A Dream Come True", but the mtv was S.H.E's. Lol.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudwQjOxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4L_l-SfRj80/s1600-h/DSC01858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333153957952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKudwQjOxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4L_l-SfRj80/s320/DSC01858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKsvgQjOoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yvrZD7tV4xk/s1600-h/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103331259877374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKsvgQjOoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yvrZD7tV4xk/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKswAQjOpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XzJrMsAFwgE/s1600-h/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103331268467309202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKswAQjOpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XzJrMsAFwgE/s320/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much people in the KTV. So we head out to eat instant noodles...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKswQQjOqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jy6XI8XZBhQ/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103331272762276514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKswQQjOqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jy6XI8XZBhQ/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while watching Da Ge Da. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105143942234717618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkdXgQjPbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6qqzHRvUD2w/s320/DSC01867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKsxAQjOsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jPXamhriEK4/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's the end of a relaxing Day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were waken up in the morning by someone who were shouting "Marine Park... Marine Park..." outside our rooms. Only then did we remember we were supposed to be going on our first snorkelling trip! Got up in a rush, and decided not to bring anything else in case they go missing while we were snorkelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REGRET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waters there, the fishes there, everything. So beautiful. Regretted not having brought our cameras. The whole snorkelling trip was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103330405178882674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKr9wQjOnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_hwrHWYG_5U/s320/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTAQjOjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/34EeQnN8kVE/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329670739474994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTAQjOjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/34EeQnN8kVE/s320/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTQQjOkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eJQzNRhetsw/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329675034442306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTQQjOkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eJQzNRhetsw/s320/DSC01874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had another snorkelling trip in the afternoon, the Round Island Trip. They brought us toa  snorkelling point in our island itself, and this time, we brought along an underwater camera. Will post the pictures again. After the snorkelling trip in the afternoon, we went to play mahjong. Haha. It was free, and there were only 3 of us. So it was just to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTgQjOlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YeJSThEs75M/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329679329409618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrTgQjOlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YeJSThEs75M/s320/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At night, Herman and BingRu went to the KTV again. I was tired and stayed in the room watching Bleach on my PSP. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we brought along our camaras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103329666444507682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKrSwQjOiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NRqkjb2oqmw/s320/DSC01893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqkQQjOdI/AAAAAAAAANs/V3s_gMWd0GQ/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328867580590546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqkQQjOdI/AAAAAAAAANs/V3s_gMWd0GQ/s320/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go to the Marine Park!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqkwQjOeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iYnskl4iaSI/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328876170525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqkwQjOeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iYnskl4iaSI/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlQQjOfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/K3n9Y2lEmIQ/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328884760459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlQQjOfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/K3n9Y2lEmIQ/s320/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlgQjOgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x-REeJ9ikmo/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328889055427074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlgQjOgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x-REeJ9ikmo/s320/DSC01901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlwQjOhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E9IFcU6L7RA/s1600-h/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328893350394386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKqlwQjOhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E9IFcU6L7RA/s320/DSC01905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKpzgQjOYI/AAAAAAAAANE/Z1Snk6wiwaw/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328030061967746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKpzgQjOYI/AAAAAAAAANE/Z1Snk6wiwaw/s320/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKpzwQjOZI/AAAAAAAAANM/O6V8SRZAx3k/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328034356935058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKpzwQjOZI/AAAAAAAAANM/O6V8SRZAx3k/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp0QQjOaI/AAAAAAAAANU/OD5g649BQaI/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328042946869666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp0QQjOaI/AAAAAAAAANU/OD5g649BQaI/s320/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp0gQjObI/AAAAAAAAANc/ycMNzkvAvxY/s1600-h/DSC01914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328047241836978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp0gQjObI/AAAAAAAAANc/ycMNzkvAvxY/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp1AQjOcI/AAAAAAAAANk/D5JcDd1c7YU/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103328055831771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKp1AQjOcI/AAAAAAAAANk/D5JcDd1c7YU/s320/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVQQjOTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q4h6OYsIz0E/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326410859297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVQQjOTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q4h6OYsIz0E/s320/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a small exhibition in Marine Park, and there were baby turtles...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVwQjOUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NMHMiJ7LEY4/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326419449231682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVwQjOUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NMHMiJ7LEY4/s320/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a dead Oarfish...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVwQjOVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2OMLHknrIxs/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326419449231698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoVwQjOVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2OMLHknrIxs/s320/DSC01923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoWAQjOWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nti2MiTIzsA/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326423744199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoWAQjOWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nti2MiTIzsA/s320/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and turtle exhibits.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoWgQjOXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/W-X7hSK0o4I/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326432334133618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtKoWgQjOXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/W-X7hSK0o4I/s320/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8QQjOOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bAiFso8U-AI/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389197455702242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8QQjOOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bAiFso8U-AI/s320/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All armed and ready!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8gQjOPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pYiQhABr2Io/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389201750669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8gQjOPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pYiQhABr2Io/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8wQjOQI/AAAAAAAAAME/GhPENL4BMYU/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389206045636866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T8wQjOQI/AAAAAAAAAME/GhPENL4BMYU/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermit crab.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T9AQjORI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mxyDFBGKVkQ/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389210340604178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T9AQjORI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mxyDFBGKVkQ/s320/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T9QQjOSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AI036FTZGBU/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102389214635571490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9T9QQjOSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AI036FTZGBU/s320/DSC01945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, will update on the pictures under the waters. Haha. After snorkelling at the Marine Park, we headed back to our resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a shirt. Lol. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOAQjOJI/AAAAAAAAALM/fuke8E_1U6s/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102388402886752402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOAQjOJI/AAAAAAAAALM/fuke8E_1U6s/s320/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next program: Jungle Trekking.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOQQjOKI/AAAAAAAAALU/M0U5FAG5XMs/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102388407181719714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOQQjOKI/AAAAAAAAALU/M0U5FAG5XMs/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOgQjOLI/AAAAAAAAALc/BvG2FfpW6rw/s1600-h/DSC01960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102388411476687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOgQjOLI/AAAAAAAAALc/BvG2FfpW6rw/s320/DSC01960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOwQjOMI/AAAAAAAAALk/tkZHjuZi3M0/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102388415771654338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TOwQjOMI/AAAAAAAAALk/tkZHjuZi3M0/s320/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102388420066621650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9TPAQjONI/AAAAAAAAALs/FzwcBw5pwk4/s320/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9ScQQjOEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CwQDgufz6JQ/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102387548188260418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9ScQQjOEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CwQDgufz6JQ/s320/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running into obstacles...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9ScgQjOFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FafyDN4CtMY/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102387552483227730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9ScgQjOFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FafyDN4CtMY/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...steep slopes...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SdAQjOGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NA9nV5zo8G4/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102387561073162338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SdAQjOGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NA9nV5zo8G4/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SdQQjOHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4cEaD68RtHs/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102387565368129650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SdQQjOHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4cEaD68RtHs/s320/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SeAQjOII/AAAAAAAAALE/hPp8-Lawkhc/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102387578253031554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9SeAQjOII/AAAAAAAAALE/hPp8-Lawkhc/s320/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to find these huge rocks at the other side of the island.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RjwQjN_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8ykH5rSCK54/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102386577525651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RjwQjN_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8ykH5rSCK54/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RkgQjOAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OYHDSw4LodU/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102386590410553346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RkgQjOAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OYHDSw4LodU/s320/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RkwQjOBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDPHQB1wtqA/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102386594705520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RkwQjOBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDPHQB1wtqA/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot and a slut. HAHA!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RlgQjOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uHFKhfmG5lE/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102386607590422562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RlgQjOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uHFKhfmG5lE/s320/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RmAQjODI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cm62Snvw8Qc/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102386616180357170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9RmAQjODI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cm62Snvw8Qc/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking out. Leaving Redang Lang Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjAQjN8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/UyrbebhVjp0/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102385465129121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjAQjN8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/UyrbebhVjp0/s320/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Merang Jetty. Buying some souvenirs.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjQQjN9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/eX-26H3L1po/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102385469424089042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjQQjN9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/eX-26H3L1po/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjwQjN-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j2wEEezFWIg/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102385478014023650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QjwQjN-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j2wEEezFWIg/s320/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch break...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_AQjN3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/lwr9Vp6wlBk/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102384846653831026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_AQjN3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/lwr9Vp6wlBk/s320/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_QQjN4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8JpI2c2ZXOc/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102384850948798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_QQjN4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/8JpI2c2ZXOc/s320/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_wQjN5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/A6zwjfsdmpQ/s1600-h/DSC02027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102384859538732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9P_wQjN5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/A6zwjfsdmpQ/s320/DSC02027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't have enough, and even bought more back into the coach. PIGS.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QAAQjN6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7MyKm9ZbQtI/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102384863833700258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QAAQjN6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7MyKm9ZbQtI/s320/DSC02033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QAQQjN7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZF1uXjsAB30/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102384868128667570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rs9QAQQjN7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZF1uXjsAB30/s320/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ride back to Singapore was freaking long. We board the bus at 10 in the morning, and alighted in Golden Mile at 10 plus at night. Rotted our asses on the coach. Haha. Great trip! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-7916388921490289483?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7916388921490289483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7916388921490289483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7916388921490289483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7916388921490289483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-for-long-wait-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/RtkR3wQjPVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b_dpre4xSj0/s72-c/DSC01644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-1398768253854004292</id><published>2007-08-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:50:39.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M HOME PEOPLE! Lol. As if anyone missed me. Anyway, the trip was GREAT! Took lots of pictures, including pictures taken under the waters during snorkelling! Once I get them developed and scanned into the computer, I will upload them for you all to see! It's gonna be a LOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG entry so STAY TUNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-1398768253854004292?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/1398768253854004292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=1398768253854004292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1398768253854004292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1398768253854004292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-home-people-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-1251491855464664176</id><published>2007-08-20T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:57:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REDANG HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-1251491855464664176?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/1251491855464664176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=1251491855464664176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1251491855464664176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/1251491855464664176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/08/redang-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-2940612503871503702</id><published>2007-08-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:30:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss my birthday celebration. Was looking through the photos and decided to post these 2 vids. First is the birthday song, followed by the so called 'punishment' for turning 21. LOL. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHuv8E9IKi8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHuv8E9IKi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU7d67iZ3uA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU7d67iZ3uA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-2940612503871503702?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/2940612503871503702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=2940612503871503702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/2940612503871503702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/2940612503871503702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-my-birthday-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-6952950287908446652</id><published>2007-07-30T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:34:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kind of bored at home so here's my second post for the day. I just realised that I hurt my legs on the day of my birthday this year, and I just had 2 stitches on my right hand this week. And it's not even a month past my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is to come? I don't think I can survive the age 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-6952950287908446652?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/6952950287908446652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=6952950287908446652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/6952950287908446652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/6952950287908446652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-kind-of-bored-at-home-so-heres-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-7808326394406417710</id><published>2007-07-30T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:21:42.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fingers are starting to itch and the area around the wound is a little bit swollen. Thought it might be some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;symptons&lt;/span&gt; of infection but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: it's inflammation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: and healing&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: reparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: it helps to have a friend like me&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: definitely&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: and a sis who noes how to clean my wound&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: ah yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Carms&lt;/span&gt;: see you're so loved&lt;br /&gt;宗贤: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron told me about this link, &lt;a href="http://astro.lady.qq.com/a/20051021/000004.htm"&gt;http://astro.lady.qq.com/a/20051021/000004.htm&lt;/a&gt; which calculates your life number by adding the digits of your birth date. For example, my birth date is 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July 1986, so I get&lt;br /&gt;1+5+7+1+9+8+6&lt;br /&gt;=37=3+7&lt;br /&gt;=10=1+0&lt;br /&gt;=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; of people with life number 1. It's a Chinese web so everything is in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　生命数为1&lt;br /&gt;　　他的爱很深、很真，期待你视他为生命中的第一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　生命数字1的人，天生就是领袖，他们非常独立，不轻易相别人。根据圣经，上帝创造的第一个人亚当就是典型的代表，他所有的事都得自己来，他可以自我照顾得很好，而他也没有与人分享的概念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　由于太独立又不太在意别的结果，显得生命数为1的人有些自私，希望大家都听他的，他们做起事来，也仿佛这世界就没有其他人一样；他们常给人一种冷冷的、不太在乎你、甚至有些距离的感觉。生命数字1的人中，他的人生课题是要学习谦虚，试着敞开自己，信任别人，多与人沟通互动，并和他人分享自己的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　在感情上，生命数为1的人的特点是他们可以爱得很真，很深，只可惜他们不会表达，这是由于生命数为1的人总是希望别人都听他的，也都照他的话去做，他们期望你待他们如国王、王后一样，不会告诉你他的感觉，而你也别无选择，除了加倍努力取悦他、宝贝他之外，否则他就会不信任你，甚至以为你是在利用他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　因此如果你的另一半是生命数为是1的话，你最好花时间去投其所好，像是不停地赞美恭维他、搂他抱他、给他最爱吃的东西等，某些程度上来说，如果你是个好演员的话，他们是很容易被摆布的，只要你视他如生命中的“第一”即可，但是千万留意；他可不认为他也得如此待你，你自己的头脑可得想清楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　换句话说，在情爱关系上，生命数为1的人是不公平的，因此双方得多花时间共处、沟通，而两人在人生目标上也必须明确，相合。最好两人都选择爱情为人生目标的第一顺位，事业等皆为其次；如果这点共识清楚，那么一切就容易得多，彼此也更能了解对方，满足双方需求；否则迟早就会有问题引爆得不可收拾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out your number and explanation to see if it works for you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-7808326394406417710?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7808326394406417710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7808326394406417710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7808326394406417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7808326394406417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fingers-are-starting-to-itch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-873277092911450894</id><published>2007-07-28T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:59:04.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures to let you understand better where the stitches were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RqmlHXMISkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JAlH6V93Kko/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091782399621614146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RqmlHXMISkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JAlH6V93Kko/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RqmlHnMISlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UV43mX43cDs/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091782403916581458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RqmlHnMISlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UV43mX43cDs/s320/DSC01609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still wondering what happened to my hand when it first tore. Then again, I thought it looked like something else. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-873277092911450894?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/873277092911450894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=873277092911450894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/873277092911450894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/873277092911450894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures-to-let-you-understand-better.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/RqmlHXMISkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JAlH6V93Kko/s72-c/DSC01608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-3580318437765268744</id><published>2007-07-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:23:54.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update update. Just when I thought I had nothing to update about, I just had 2 stitches done in between the fore and middle fingers of my right hand. RIGHT HAND! Imagine having to do everything using my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty taking my shower.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty washing up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty using the keyboard and the mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. Keep this entry short. My right hand really hurts. Update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to Herman who kept me company at the hospital just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-3580318437765268744?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/3580318437765268744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=3580318437765268744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3580318437765268744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3580318437765268744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-update.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-4485599654421671018</id><published>2007-07-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:17:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went out for dinner on Monday evening with my princess...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-abVFkBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MgXzJnB4k8g/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088955898259571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-abVFkBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MgXzJnB4k8g/s320/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-acFFkBDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Jv_q7fM3g5k/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088955911144473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-acFFkBDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Jv_q7fM3g5k/s320/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-acVFkBEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NXaw31g7G3o/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088955915439440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-acVFkBEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NXaw31g7G3o/s320/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...once lah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now someone else's queen already... LOL! She's beautiful isn't she? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something is missing now. Oh yah. My PRESENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHERE IS MY PRESENT???&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/25363583-4485599654421671018?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/4485599654421671018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=4485599654421671018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4485599654421671018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/4485599654421671018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/Rp-abVFkBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MgXzJnB4k8g/s72-c/DSC01519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-7018927036372203010</id><published>2007-07-18T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:55:18.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a tiring weekend, but nonetheless, it was a fun-filled one! Lets start on Friday the 13th. Received my first birthday present from my colleagues. A PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuMOFFkBAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UzXvJpb9Wo8/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087814377556673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuMOFFkBAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UzXvJpb9Wo8/s320/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14th July 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to a pub to celebrate my birthday that night. Didn't bring along a camera so no pictures for that night. I was lucky as they were kind enough to not make me drink till I drop. Haha. Still able to take a shower when I reach home. But I basically just died after taking the shower. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was supposed to turn up for the Harry Potter movie the next morning. It was an event organised by my unit's specialists' mess. Like I've said, I was SUPPOSED to turn up for the movie. Haha. Basically I was still dead on my bed lah. Met up with some close buddies and headed to GRAXS to celebrate my birthday. Pub again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087814386146608146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuMOlFkBBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iywDAHFQuM4/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me getting started to battle my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuLWlFkA_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/OBMGuHvaN4c/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087813424073933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuLWlFkA_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/OBMGuHvaN4c/s320/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They wanted to get me a Flaming Lamborghini but the waitresses could light up the drink. Turned them into what they called a cocktail. COCK LOR. MINE WAS STRONGER LOR. Couldn't finish mine. Already starting to feel like vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKj1FkA6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BL8s_dblUkM/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812552195572642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKj1FkA6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BL8s_dblUkM/s320/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The people who turned up. From left: Ron, BingHan, Sarah, YongLin, me and Herman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKkVFkA7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5FpP9fS9gY4/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812560785507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKkVFkA7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5FpP9fS9gY4/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shi Kang Jun! Haha. He has got an excellent voice. Mesmerising. Heh. He's a friend of the manager there, who sings very well too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKk1FkA9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/t0kIRDFfDh8/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812569375441874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKk1FkA9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/t0kIRDFfDh8/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The manager there. Keith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812565080474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKklFkA8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5wnUtL2pm7I/s320/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yenny. One of the waitresse there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKlFFkA-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0LPrUbioO78/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087812573670409186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuKlFFkA-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0LPrUbioO78/s320/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJqlFkA1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/KsIqtQ8WWuY/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811568648061778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJqlFkA1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/KsIqtQ8WWuY/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 pretty flowers. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJrFFkA2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jHTXz8x4V00/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811577237996386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJrFFkA2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jHTXz8x4V00/s320/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJrlFkA3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ElbPZH8y55o/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811585827930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJrlFkA3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ElbPZH8y55o/s320/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting high on alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJs1FkA4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1TkATMpDlhw/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811607302767490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJs1FkA4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1TkATMpDlhw/s320/DSC01364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bleah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJtFFkA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Pt5WplyRvA/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087811611597734802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuJtFFkA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Pt5WplyRvA/s320/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15th July 2007...&lt;br /&gt;Organised a BBQ under my block. Started at around 6. Not many people turn up though. Mostly are my basketball buddies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIklFkAwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/clGmFd3GqKQ/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087810366057218818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIklFkAwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/clGmFd3GqKQ/s320/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting the fire started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIlFFkAxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XwKj_ew84LA/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087810374647153426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIlFFkAxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XwKj_ew84LA/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Burn let it BURN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuImFFkAyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y4Q7zjYG1Ho/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087810391827022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuImFFkAyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y4Q7zjYG1Ho/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food prepared by my mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuImlFkAzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4thI2yYtFg/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087810400416957234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuImlFkAzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4thI2yYtFg/s320/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Present from Etak, my fanancial adviser from Prudential. Haha. I like the fragrance alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIm1FkA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/J2KhEgjJZXk/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087810404711924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuIm1FkA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/J2KhEgjJZXk/s320/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presents from the guys. A jacket from I.P Zone and a fragrance from Calvin Klein. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHuVFkArI/AAAAAAAAAFc/woK2RA0Sk7I/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809434049315506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHuVFkArI/AAAAAAAAAFc/woK2RA0Sk7I/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started to drizzle and we moved everything into the void deck. It was very saddening lor. But it did stop at around 7pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHvFFkAsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Wli6gCJcYbE/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809446934217410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHvFFkAsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Wli6gCJcYbE/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Started the fire again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHv1FkAtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dkoOVq3zAdQ/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809459819119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHv1FkAtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dkoOVq3zAdQ/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to start grilling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHw1FkAuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r9oPnNshSSU/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809476998988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHw1FkAuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r9oPnNshSSU/s320/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halfway through all the eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHxFFkAvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w9KC4QASipw/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087809481293955826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuHxFFkAvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w9KC4QASipw/s320/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10pm. Time to cut the cake. Thanks to my sister who bought this cake. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG6lFkAmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VcgeezSL3lc/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087808544991085154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG6lFkAmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VcgeezSL3lc/s320/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was breezy. Had to shield the fire from the breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG7VFkAnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/66XolJE6IfI/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087808557875987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG7VFkAnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/66XolJE6IfI/s320/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG8FFkAoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eI_MV28skU0/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087808570760888962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG8FFkAoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eI_MV28skU0/s320/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family and close friends. From left, clockwise: Herman, Carmen, WeiLun, my dad, my mum and ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG8lFkApI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JYXNCPiJftQ/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087808579350823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG8lFkApI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JYXNCPiJftQ/s320/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poly classmates. Only 3 came. From left, clockwise: Sean, Ken and KaiLin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG9FFkAqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n1sEgCcRlzk/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087808587940758178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuG9FFkAqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n1sEgCcRlzk/s320/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good old friend Carmie. Back for a short holiday. Going back to Australia soon. Glad you came!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGJVFkAhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Aer8lPnx23I/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807698882527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGJVFkAhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Aer8lPnx23I/s320/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutting cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGJ1FkAiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D-2IXfq0xuw/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807707472462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGJ1FkAiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D-2IXfq0xuw/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh... Cleavage. Nice. Thanks to Herman the pervert. Haha. He was aiming at my chest since the start of the BBQ lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGKFFkAjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BdGvoHFtubQ/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807711767429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGKFFkAjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BdGvoHFtubQ/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot at it. Didn't capture the spot. Wasted lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGKlFkAkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-dKQWn4tcrg/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807720357364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGKlFkAkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-dKQWn4tcrg/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGLVFkAlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FyCZrDKYdM8/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807733242266194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuGLVFkAlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FyCZrDKYdM8/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me going around feeding people. This is Kenny my mistress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFVVFkAcI/AAAAAAAAADk/qHPRWvcYbog/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087806805529330114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFVVFkAcI/AAAAAAAAADk/qHPRWvcYbog/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute isn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFVlFkAdI/AAAAAAAAADs/TPZuGKLdkH4/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087806809824297426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFVlFkAdI/AAAAAAAAADs/TPZuGKLdkH4/s320/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacky's turn to be fed. He anxious one lor want to take picture he just eat. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFV1FkAeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-wnqRoMU2Cc/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087806814119264738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFV1FkAeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-wnqRoMU2Cc/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BingRu forcing me to drink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFWlFkAfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RSscJ3X5RkU/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087806827004166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFWlFkAfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RSscJ3X5RkU/s320/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding BingHan using my mouth. Basically I was flirting with almost all the guys lah. Don't be jealous yah. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFW1FkAgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PJmnb5QUzvs/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087806831299133954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuFW1FkAgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PJmnb5QUzvs/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to feed my wife Weilun but he was too shy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEclFkAXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LXlWWT8P4Eg/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805830571753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEclFkAXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LXlWWT8P4Eg/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BingRu got his wish that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEc1FkAYI/AAAAAAAAADE/YS1mhpoEBds/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805834866721154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEc1FkAYI/AAAAAAAAADE/YS1mhpoEBds/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haiz. Couldn't escape from this one. Might as well live with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdFFkAZI/AAAAAAAAADM/xcAUnZB2KeY/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805839161688466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdFFkAZI/AAAAAAAAADM/xcAUnZB2KeY/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. You were right. He poured water onto me. Where did the water come from? We used a pail and put ice and water inside for the drinks. We finished the drinks. They thought of recycling the cold water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdVFkAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/YHkDxSnzXlE/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805843456655778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdVFkAaI/AAAAAAAAADU/YHkDxSnzXlE/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdlFkAbI/AAAAAAAAADc/5xO16hXxcWM/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087805847751623090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuEdlFkAbI/AAAAAAAAADc/5xO16hXxcWM/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had curry in the thing. Don't know what is it called. Used to scoop soup and stuff. Wanted to throw at the 2 kiasee guys who run away after seeing me all wet and cold. For fear of me hugging them. Super 'ham chi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDIVFkASI/AAAAAAAAACU/P9-qqQAQhl0/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804383167775010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDIVFkASI/AAAAAAAAACU/P9-qqQAQhl0/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planning to sabotage the 2 wimps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDIlFkATI/AAAAAAAAACc/NiUtaOk8Yvc/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804387462742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDIlFkATI/AAAAAAAAACc/NiUtaOk8Yvc/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you have it. Eddie and Kenny. The 2 useless bumps. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDI1FkAUI/AAAAAAAAACk/whnyRE3gIwQ/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804391757709634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDI1FkAUI/AAAAAAAAACk/whnyRE3gIwQ/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okie. I ran after them. Came back and cursed them. Then fell into the drain as I wasn't looking at where I was stepping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDJFFkAVI/AAAAAAAAACs/IszlJssY3Ow/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804396052676946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDJFFkAVI/AAAAAAAAACs/IszlJssY3Ow/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He laughed at me until like this. Idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDJVFkAWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4KrVUJwaWU4/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804400347644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuDJVFkAWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4KrVUJwaWU4/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scars on both legs. Painful lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great night lah. Spent the rest of the night chit chatting till around mid-night. Nothing much for Sunday's celebration already. Thanks to all who came to celebrate. Thanks to all who wished me happy birthday. Thanks for all the presents and well wishes everyone! And last but not least, thanks to another good old friend who kept me company for dinner on Monday night. I really enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-7018927036372203010?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7018927036372203010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7018927036372203010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7018927036372203010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7018927036372203010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/21st-birthday-celebration.html' title='21st Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Fru7UZWSccE/RpuMOFFkBAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UzXvJpb9Wo8/s72-c/DSC01527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-7916778571389391367</id><published>2007-07-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:59:03.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo Woo WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my PSP today. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating my 21st birthday this weekend. NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-7916778571389391367?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/7916778571389391367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=7916778571389391367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7916778571389391367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/7916778571389391367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo-woo-woo-got-my-psp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-3264873878249313433</id><published>2007-07-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:37:40.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New wallet&lt;br /&gt;2) New fragrance&lt;br /&gt;3) New sneakers&lt;br /&gt;4) A few more shirts&lt;br /&gt;5) PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I posting these? You people should know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-3264873878249313433?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/3264873878249313433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=3264873878249313433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3264873878249313433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/3264873878249313433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/07/wants-1-new-wallet-2-new-fragrance-3.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-6463872933227100216</id><published>2007-05-25T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:27:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's easy to see how the other person feels about you through her messages, or the fact that she doesn't take the effort to reply you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I might just turn gay someday. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-6463872933227100216?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/6463872933227100216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=6463872933227100216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/6463872933227100216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/6463872933227100216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-its-easy-to-see-how-other.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-117501077700898641</id><published>2007-03-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:19:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I was having one of those chats with my mum yesterday afternoon. Nothing special until she told me she wanted to apply for a one room flat. Told me that my father agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet for awhile. Was thinking of what happened in my house on Sunday afternoon. My uncle came over and had a talk with my parents. Complaining how his daughter-in-law was treating him and his wife. One of those stories whereby you'll hear how the daughter-in-law can't get along with her parents-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This uncle of mine used to have a flat in block 125 near my place. Years ago he and his wife moved over to his son's place, and rented out the one in 125. I think recently he sold the flat in 125, and now is thinking of applying another, after all the incidents between the 2 old couple and their daughter-in-law. And so he came over and complained. I didn't really listen to the whole converstaion though. Was waken up by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, my mum was thinking of moving out. Probably some time in future. Anyway, we had a talk about this last year. The fact is that my parents are actually divorced years ago. I only got to know this when my mum told me last year. They had kept this secret from everyone else, for the sake of me and my sister. And since I'm old enough, she told me. I can still remember some of the words she said at that point of time...&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;Mum:" Don't you think the relationship between me and your father is kind of weird?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped for awhile before answering," I guess somethings are better left unsaid or unasked."&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;I then asked her when is she going to tell my sister. She told me when she's old enough, she will tell her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday's converstation. She told me she has spoken to my sister about the fact that our parents were divorced. I think. My sister is sensible enough I guess. Mum then continued saying that one day, I'll get married and she would want me and get a flat and start a family myself. As for my sister, her future husband will take care of her, no? My father will sell this current flat and get a smaller one, and my mum will be living on her own too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she was just telling me the reason why she and my father wouldn't want to live with us in future. Afraid of what that has happened to my uncle. It's easy to get along with each other if we only see them once in a while. It's hard to LIVE together. That what she was trying to get through to me. I understand what she meant. She has told me before that one day in future, I'll just have to get a flat and live with my own family. That's what my mum wants. That's what my father wants too. I don't blame them. I don't blame them for divorcing one another. I don't blame them for keeping this from me for all these year. I wouldn't blame them if they wouldn't want to live with me in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank them. For keeping the secret for all these years, for the sake of me and my sister. It's been hard for them. Imagine 2 person living with together, even when they have no love for one another. Unconditional love for their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel like crying while typing this entry. Somehow, I couldn't. The last time I cried was the night before the O levels' A'Math paper. I was practising and couldn't solve any of them. I went to my mother in the middle of the night and ask her if I can miss the paper the next day. I told her I didn't want to disappoint her by doing that. She told me it's fine to miss the paper. I broke down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not just about a paper when it comes to life. What's important is that you grow up to be a good man. It's just a paper. If you can't do it, don't force yourself. Mum's not going to blame you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all parents would want their children to grow up a good person, not just a scholar in whatever stage of your education. Learning doesn't stop. Be a scholar in life, not just with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo... Just can't imagine what will become of me when the day comes. But I'll be strong and live life as it comes. Just like I've always been, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-117501077700898641?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/117501077700898641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=117501077700898641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/117501077700898641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/117501077700898641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-having-one-of-those-chats-with.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116756451000239427</id><published>2007-01-01T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:28:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I probably wouldn't be blogging for the time being. Doesn't make any difference if I blog or not anyway. Nobody's interested so why should I blog for the sake of blogging. Very 'in' meh? ARGH FUCK OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116756451000239427?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116756451000239427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116756451000239427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116756451000239427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116756451000239427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-probably-wouldnt-be-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116644961458788878</id><published>2006-12-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:46:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel the rain drops dropping on your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the cold wind blowing against your skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the loneliness residing in your heart...&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;...then look around you, and feel the love and warmth your loved ones bring in this festive season...&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;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116644961458788878?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116644961458788878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116644961458788878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116644961458788878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116644961458788878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/12/feel-rain-drops-dropping-on-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116463428008363171</id><published>2006-11-28T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:31:20.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>生病了啦！好痛苦喔！=（&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116463428008363171?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116463428008363171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116463428008363171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116463428008363171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116463428008363171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116402375527466798</id><published>2006-11-21T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:55:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often wonder, would anyone ever notice any difference in their lives if I were to go missing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to stop updating this site, maybe no one would call me and ask what have I been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ignore all the SMSes I receive or messages from MSN, what reaction would I get from these people who actually bothered to find out about what was I doing? Not saying that I actually get any SMSes or MSN messages. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what differences I can actually make in other people's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116402375527466798?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116402375527466798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116402375527466798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116402375527466798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116402375527466798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-often-wonder-would-anyone-ever_20.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116328743388154667</id><published>2006-11-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:25:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People always ask me why I had signed on with the army. I mean, it's obvious isn't it? It's because of money lah! In the first place, if I don't want the money, to be honest I would be one of those who "serve and fuck off'. At that point of time, I don't wish to take money from my parents anymore. I want to learn to be that LITTLE BIT independent. To spend what I have. I even planned to further my studies, to save and to live alone. Not because I want to get out of the family but just because I don't want my parents to have anything else to worry about me but my sister of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't know what would become of my family in future. There is something that I wish I could say, but I can't. Not at the moment. Anyway, it was all because of money. And I guess money was the seed of all troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't be talking about money to this 'band of brothers' too often. But I guess this issue ended everything lah. Just had a quarrel with them. Nevermind. I was just a friend to them in the first place anyway. Maybe I was in the wrong in the first place lah. Oh well. Time to really get on with my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still thinking why would I want to further my studies. Would this really make my life in future a better one? In the first place, I had wanted to further my studies because I wanted to make my parents proud. I actually want to be one of those in the family who has a degree, JUST BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS GETTING ONE. Kind of stupid, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does getting a degree ensure that I would be able to provide a better life for me, my loved ones, and eventually my own family? NO. Because it eventually comes down to whether YOU WANT THINGS TO HAPPEN THIS WAY OR NOT. I'm sure that even without a degree, if I work hard, I would make it. I would be able to provide a good life for me, my loved ones and eventually my own family. IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. Some people asked me before. "Do you study for the sake of studying, of do you study because you really want to?" I was speechless. Part of it was because I want to study, but then again, I guess in Singapore, one who's without a degree perhaps might find it more difficult to look for jobs in future. PERHAPS. So I guess part of it was because of the sake of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH~ Then again, it comes to money! Tell me, are you able to further your studies without a cent? Lol. So one have to save an amount, in order to further studies, no? To be honest, I would LOVE to be out there partying with my peers every weekend, as I wouldn't want to miss out any fun happening with people around my age. Trust me. I really wish I had the ability to be out there partying every weekend, without any worries about MONEY. I really think I can't be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care what people might be saying of me right now. It's their mouths. They can even talk about fucking my mother for all I care. Because that is all they can say. And if that is what that makes them happy, so be it. I'm sure they know how it feels when other people are saying such things in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY! WHY DON'T YOU ASK HOW YOUR MUM FELT LAST NIGHT? I'M SURE SHE FELT HEAVENLY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. No one feels good about people talking bad about their mothers. NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even the people that one loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I was in the wrong, for bringing up the issue up too often these days. But I don't know if it's the same if someone else were in my position. Or maybe, each to his own. Everyone has a different set of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, just fuck me. Just fuck me alone. Not my mother. Not the people I love. I'm so up to be fucked by all of you. So be a man, and settle things against me. JUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND READ THIS. YOU SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON. BECAUSE I DON'T SAY. BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF THINGS ARE EASIER, IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPIER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH. I'M SO MONEY-FACED. SO SO SO SO SOOOOO MONEY-FACED. WE SHALL SEE HOW MUCH YOU ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT ME FROM ALL THESE MONTHS WE HAD BEEN TOGETHER. UNLIKE YOU BROTHERS WHO HAD BEEN TOGETHER FOR YEARS. I WAS SO ODD ONE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE. SO SO ODD ONE OUT.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW LEAVE ME ALONE. ALL OF YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116328743388154667?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116328743388154667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116328743388154667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116328743388154667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116328743388154667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-always-ask-me-why-i-had-signed.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116316842401940385</id><published>2006-11-11T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:20:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is payday.&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;&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;&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;&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;And today I'm actually staying at home and not out partying. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116316842401940385?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116316842401940385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116316842401940385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116316842401940385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116316842401940385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116238172100616172</id><published>2006-11-02T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:48:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Did went to party on Halloween. Met the usual brothers and headed to WhiteHouse KTV pub to drink for awhile. Was surprised as no one else other then the waitresses were in Halloween costumes. The waitresses there were in belly dancers' costumes. Lol! With bloody makeup and stuff lor. Had Ann to do that kind of makeup on me. I looked...quite pretty with the eyeliner on I guess. Haha! Cos one of the waitresses were saying I had pretty eyes as Ann drew the eyeliner on my eyes. Too bad we didn't take any photos. *Sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pub had this ghost doll in the washroom, with hair over the face and bloody hands sticking out. Quite scary. I was looking at it as I was relieving myself but as I turned to was my hands, I think I got even more freaked out by the makeup on my face. Especially with the green lights in the washroom. Like...what the fuck? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't drink much in WhiteHouse. Headed down to Zouk for the Halloween party. Vamps and ghosts and nurses everywhere. But none was as scary as someone I passed by the bar counter. She, I think should be a 'she' was standing at the bar counter and as I passed by her, she stick her hand out and touched my chin as if examining the 'blood' on my face. Honestly I did get freaked out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After partying, we went to Newton to eat. Stayed there till day break, and took a cab home. Bumped into my father as he was going for his morning run and he REALLY got freaked out. I explained and he said, "好心你啦!!!" Lol. Shall party even harder for next year's Halloween! And take photos! Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116238172100616172?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116238172100616172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116238172100616172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116238172100616172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116238172100616172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116137167924820438</id><published>2006-10-21T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T14:52:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to celebrate Mimi's 18th birthday just now. Yesterday to be precise. Whole lot of people. Mimi was the only girl, and I was the only guy who was not from the same secondary school as the rest. Oh well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann called me. Was kind of surprised she actually called me. I'm not being sarcastic but I was really glad she took the initiative to call me. Told her about this, and she was acting as if she didn't care. Lol! "Then what should I do?", I said. "Blog about this???" Lol. And there you go. I blogged about you calling me. And I'm being serious when I said I was happy you called k? I'm not saying things like..."Wah, you would ACTUALLY call me one ah... Tomorrow the Sun's gonna rise from the West." or something like that k? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received the plague yesterday. Shall post the picture up someday to show you guys. Lol. Last day in that camp. The plague was quite nice, just that the stand was screwed crookedly. Lol. I'm the best! Part of the next performance bonus??? It equals extra $$$??? Muahahaha... Shall aim for a silver in IPPT soon! Added 'bonus'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116137167924820438?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116137167924820438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116137167924820438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116137167924820438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116137167924820438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-celebrate-mimis-18th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116127331928424352</id><published>2006-10-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:55:19.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! WOO! Lol. Few things I'm happy about. First, NO MORE STAYING IN! Supposedly can only book out tomorrow, but since the last test was today, the course commander let us off today! But tomorrow still have to go back lah. BUT WHO CARES! I get to sleep at home, with the air-conditioner on, no noisy fan, no people snoring to disturb my sleep and no bed bugs! FOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awarded the certificate for completing the General Technical Course this afternoon. Glad because the course is over, and also I was told I will be the best trainee for the course. The plague isn't ready so they would have to send it to me in future. YOU ARE TALKING WITH THE BEST TRAINEE CAN!!! Though there's only 5 trainees in total lah. But hey, I"M THE BEST! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and actually cooked my dinner, with my mum 'supervising' me. Lol. Dinner was Fried Kuay Tiao. Delicious! Quite fun cooking and stiring and frying the stuff, though my hand was tired. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was telling me how my sister changed these days. I guess it was from the moment I got enlisted ba. Actually, it isn't but after I got enlisted, she got herself a boyfriend, and started to come home late. Previously had her CCA, had ninja classes at night, tuitions, and of course, preparing for her Os. I know that she is sensible enough to be thinking of herself and the things around her, but I'm only worried about how she and my father would work out. Dad actually told me he scolded her saying she can continue being with her boyfriend and stay out late and he doesn't care. Mum was telling me Dad is actually very concerned but perhaps it's just the way he tries to communicate lah. Conveyed this message to my sister just now. She teared. I think it's because she was afraid I was going to scold her. Lol. I hadn't been talking to her actually. To be honest, it's actually the first time I had a good talk with her, even though it lasted not more then 10mins. Hope she's not scared of me, as I had been bad to her when we were young. You know, big brother seems to be a bully all the time. But that was in the past! When we were all so insensitive and childish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to next week! OK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116127331928424352?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116127331928424352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116127331928424352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116127331928424352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116127331928424352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-woo-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-116056679932469695</id><published>2006-10-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:39:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tonight off. Lol. Booked out at 6pm, but need to be back in camp by 10pm. Oh well, at least I had dinner at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The nights in camp had been so boring. As usual, nothing to do except to study. 3 modules done. 2 more left. I always get so tired after lessons, that I would take a nap in the evening after dinner, and when I wake up, I can't get to sleep after lights out. Result? I would always be so restless during lessons. And I would be taking the naps as usual. And the cycle goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to go!&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;&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;And hey. I miss you! Lol. Yes. YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-116056679932469695?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/116056679932469695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=116056679932469695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116056679932469695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/116056679932469695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-tonight-off.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115964687416938733</id><published>2006-10-01T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T04:07:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a GREAT week. Monday study. Tuesday study. Wednesday Thursday Friday study study study. Wake up study. After lunch study. After dinner study. Before lights off study. Wake up study. After lunch study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Why is my course so fucking packed??? Coming Monday exam. After paper start another module. Thursday exam. Friday guard duty. Following week got 2 papers. Then Saturday guard duty. *WAILS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what to do for the week after the course. Shall I take leave? Take leave go where? After the week will start another 3 months' course. Don't know can take leave during the 3 months' course or not. If not, then can't go for the possible trip to HongKong, and probably might have to pass on the Bangkok trip too.&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;&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;&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;&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIAN AH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115964687416938733?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115964687416938733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115964687416938733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115964687416938733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115964687416938733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-great-week.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115910930784884009</id><published>2006-09-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:48:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's as if I'm going back to studies, except for the fact that I will be staying in 'school'. Nothing else to do except to study, study and study. Don't think there's any other entertainment. And I don't think I'll get nights off. Please let these 4 weeks fly by. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking it's going to be so fast(it will be fast), but I just dread the feeling of going into Hillview Camp. I don't really like the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish all of you find happiness. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115910930784884009?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115910930784884009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115910930784884009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115910930784884009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115910930784884009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-as-if-im-going-back-to-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115857993521934663</id><published>2006-09-19T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:53:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in camp and suddenly I was told that I was supposed to be reporting for my GTC. No one told me about this. I didn't even know when the course would start. But anyway, this week would be an orientation week so nothing much. Shall report there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course would be starting on the 25th. Should be a one month course. Will be staying in. Hopefully I get to book out on every Friday, and that I get nights off. Meaning I could book out probably in the evening, and book in at night on the same day. Why would I want it this way? Haha. Since I live near the camp, I could get home for dinner, and probably meet friends for coffee at night before booking in again. I seriously dislike staying in. But it's only one month! Just another month, before I truely get back to my unit for on-job-training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess I will have to put my bballing thoughts aside for the time being. Was thinking of getting 2 new desktops, one for me and one for my sister. She kept complaining she has no computer to use, as the old one has crashed. Lol. And I want to change my broadband plan from Starhub to Singnet. Suddenly as if I have to spend so much money. So, studies shall be put aside for the time being too. Anyway, I can't decide what to study. And I need money for my insurance plans. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get the 10mps broadband from Singnet($68/mth), get a new desktop for myself and let my sister have this laptop. She's not a gamer anyway. Just need a computer to do daily stuff like surfing the net, uploading some photos and do her work. She's probably going to a polytechnic to study too. Might need a laptop for her studies so might as well save the money for her desktop first. If she does need a laptop for her course then get one when the time comes. And I want to change my mobile phone too. Should be getting a Nokia 6030. ARGH need to save ah. Money for insurance. Money for the Hong Kong trip(if there is one). Money for this, money for that. Not easy can. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having some casual conversation over dinner just now with my parents. I finished my dinner, and was feeling lazy today so I didn't wash my plates and stuff. I got back to my room and my dad came out of the kitchen and was saying that me and my sister was kinda spoilt by my mum. Thinking of what have I done that made my parents say this, I though probably because I didn't wash up after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lau! I only didn't wash the plates like once in a while only what. Like that only you all say I'm being spoilt ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad carried on talking and somehow got into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blah blah blah... Aiya, 'ren shen duan duan ji shi nian'(life's only so short...), blah blah blah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lau wei! I only never wash the plates for once you give me this DA DAO LI! What 'ren shen duan duan ji shi nian'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I have a weird father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115857993521934663?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115857993521934663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115857993521934663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115857993521934663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115857993521934663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-in-camp-and-suddenly-i-was-told.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115843716950713618</id><published>2006-09-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T04:06:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I should go back to bballing again. As in, training, playing for competitions, playing to win. I miss competitions. I miss making moves to fool opponents(though I think I had not been able to do that quite often when I was still bballing. Haha.). I miss the kind of feeling I feel for basketball. I miss the ZX on the court. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I've passed out from BMTC. You can say I've finished my chiong-sua life in my national service, for I'm starting work. It's my career! Let's hope I will get to be motivated for work for the next 9 years. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about taking up a part time degree soon? Getting a degree is like a goal in life. Something I've been thinking of doing since don't know when. What course should I be taking? Continuing in electronics engineering? How about taking up business? Shall focus on this some other time. Let's get things done one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to ShenZe. Play for another couple of years and see how it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard in my career. Save money for further studies. Save money for a flat. Save money to get married. Lol! Am I thinking too much? I'm only 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember weeks ago when my mother told me my father is going to sell this current flat. That is if he gets offered a high price for it lah. Which is not possible lah. Haha. Anyway, my mother was saying she bought a savings plan or something for my father, knowing that all my father has is the flat, and some shares in the factory. Nothing else. Perhaps not a single cent in his account balance. And the factory is not doing well in recent years. Which means my father would be out of job soon. Perhaps in a couple of years' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually life for me right now is not as bad as I've portrayed it to be lah. I think I just think too much. What do you think? I can still afford to spend a little here and there to enjoy and pamper myself. That's right. Life isn't all about work. We should pamper ourselves at times. You should too. Shall save some money for a possible trip to Hong Kong at the end of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115843716950713618?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115843716950713618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115843716950713618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115843716950713618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115843716950713618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-should-go-back-to-bballing.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115746210346880883</id><published>2006-09-06T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:15:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home. Nothing much I have in mind that I want to blog about but...I GRADUATE FROM BMTC LIAO!!!&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;&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POP LO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115746210346880883?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115746210346880883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115746210346880883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115746210346880883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115746210346880883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115529930453717104</id><published>2006-08-12T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:28:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels SO GOOD to book out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115529930453717104?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115529930453717104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115529930453717104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115529930453717104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115529930453717104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/08/feels-so-good-to-book-out.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115418096155445306</id><published>2006-07-30T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:05:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo yo yo!</title><content type='html'>3 weeks liao! Lol. Keep reminding myself that this BMT will pass by very quickly. 6 more weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th week - Field camp&lt;br /&gt;5th week - Back from field camp, National's Day, Live grenade throw&lt;br /&gt;6th week - SITEST&lt;br /&gt;7th/8th week - Deadline for SOC and IPPT&lt;br /&gt;9th week - POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not bad. Whiskey company is Welfare company. Lol! Not saying it has been very slack lah. But not extremely tough either. Food in Tekong is still okay lah. Hungry anything also eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to camouflage was fun. Range was lucky. I had to reshoot both the day and night shoot, but I think I managed to pass. And throwing the dummy grenade was not as easy as I thought. Field camp coming up! Guess this shall be the main event of the whole BMT. Shall share with you guys what I encounter again! Till then, take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115418096155445306?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115418096155445306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115418096155445306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115418096155445306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115418096155445306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-yo-yo.html' title='Yo yo yo!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115211047943875981</id><published>2006-07-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:41:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly. It's only 9 weeks. It's going to be fun. Time will past very quickly.&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;Alas. It's my turn. My turn to go through what every male Singaporean has to go through. A important phase in life, whereby people think it's a period a boy becomes a man. You exercise together. You eat together. You bath together. You sleep together. You work as a team. You take care of each other. You help one another. You get scolded together. You get punished together. You learn new things together. You have fun together. You learn the principles of life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was saying:" Boy ah... You grow up liao lah. Sigh. Still remember when you still small small..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though I saw her eyes turning red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haiya... Very fast will be over one lah. Sooner or later I still have to go BMT one what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to say things will be over soon. I guess only people involved will truely understand ba. Somewhere deep down, I guess I'm also feeling kind of...sad? Lol. I see my mum like that, my heart like cannot take it leh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 9 weeks. It will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115211047943875981?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115211047943875981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115211047943875981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115211047943875981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115211047943875981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-only-9-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115167519373847319</id><published>2006-07-01T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:57:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Kiss Her</title><content type='html'>"Why Don't You Kiss Her" by Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we share our secrets&lt;br /&gt;She knows everything that is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But lately somethings changed&lt;br /&gt;As I lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;A voice here inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Softly says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh im so afraid to make that first move&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch and we&lt;br /&gt;Could cross the line&lt;br /&gt;And everytime she's near&lt;br /&gt;I wanna never let her go&lt;br /&gt;Confess to her what my heart knows&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would she say&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would she just turn away&lt;br /&gt;Or would she promise me&lt;br /&gt;That she's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her (tell her you love her)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't u tell her (tell her you need her)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel inside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115167519373847319?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115167519373847319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115167519373847319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115167519373847319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115167519373847319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-dont-you-kiss-her.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Kiss Her'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115150104117194513</id><published>2006-06-29T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:35:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was told that my enlistment date has been changed. From 7th July to 6th July. Though it's only earlier by one day, but suddenly the day seems like so fast. Mixed feelings I have now. Oh well. I only can't go home for the first 2 weeks! And the course is only 9 weeks! Stay positive always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115150104117194513?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115150104117194513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115150104117194513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115150104117194513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115150104117194513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-told-that-my-enlistment-date-has.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115133553343537406</id><published>2006-06-27T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:25:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down...</title><content type='html'>Counting down. 11 days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115133553343537406?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115133553343537406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115133553343537406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115133553343537406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115133553343537406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting down...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115037853005587032</id><published>2006-06-16T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:35:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to disappoint you guys for I ain't got no pictures to share. Didn't take any on that day. Just simply went off to eat with my friends after the ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115037853005587032?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115037853005587032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115037853005587032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115037853005587032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115037853005587032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-to-disappoint-you-guys-for-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115010881369901011</id><published>2006-06-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:40:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Managed to borrow my father's car for Wednesday's graduation ceremony. The only thing is I have to send him to work before I report to camp. Which isn't that bad as his factory isn't far from my camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look so man, driving into the campus in a formal wear. LOL. Was even thinking of wearing a suit lor. But that will be abit too exaggerating lah. Too bad no one would be going to the ceremony with me. No one to share this moment of pride with. Haha. Hopefully will get to take some pictures, which I would definitely share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's McDonald's, not MacDonald's. Perhaps we're too used to saying Mac, Mac, Mac... LOL. APPLE PIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115010881369901011?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115010881369901011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115010881369901011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115010881369901011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115010881369901011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/managed-to-borrow-my-fathers-car-for.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115004028906320090</id><published>2006-06-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:40:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading through the letter sent from Ngee Ann to me regarding the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they mentioned that guys need to wear a tie on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. The only tie I have is the BPGHS's school tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tie = die? LOL. I want to eat MacDonald's apple pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115004028906320090?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115004028906320090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115004028906320090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115004028906320090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115004028906320090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-reading-through-letter-sent-from.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-115003588948147843</id><published>2006-06-12T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:24:49.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Pasir Ris for the formation's Life Run on Friday. Was drizzling but nevertheless, the run continued. Wasn't a long run as due to the rain they adjusted the distance. After which, took a ride from one of my colleagues to City Hall and took bus 190 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home throughout the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home throughout the whole of Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home throughout the whole of Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes yet another week. Work tomorrow. Graduation's on this coming Wednesday. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-115003588948147843?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/115003588948147843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=115003588948147843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115003588948147843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/115003588948147843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-to-pasir-ris-for-formations-life.html' title=''/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114969266305960657</id><published>2006-06-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:04:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember...</title><content type='html'>...when was the last time I shagged myself out in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy was that feeling good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to BPCC to play basketball after work. Today's Wednesday, so I reckon there will be lots of people there. ALAS! Only Kopi-O, Ah Seng, RongLie and company. Didn't get to play any games there, expect a 3 point shooting contest. 7 of us in total, and each will take a shot for 1 round. 5 pumpings for every ball sank in for those who missed. One would have to double the amount of pumpings should he make an air ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 10, 5, 20, 30, 40..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember how much pumpings I did. Start to feel the strain on my arms and shoulder. Then, the stakes increased! 10 pumpings for each ball made. I was the 2nd one to give up the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest continued, and kept increasing the stakes. 15 each, then 20, 30... Ended up with RongLie, Kopi, Ah Seng and one more whom I don't know. 50 pumpings for each! Was very exciting towards the end, whereby everyone except RongLie where all shagged out from all the pumpings. RongLie wasn't because he was too accurate. Didn't miss any shots since the stakes were increased to 15 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to block 478 to play. Full court games. I was pretty much useless in the games I played, as I couldn't even lift up my arms. Can't receive a pass properly, let alone passing the ball around, doing a simple lay-up or making open shots from under the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I did made a lay-up and sank in 2 shots. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogged home after the games. Super shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While passing by block 124, I saw 3 girls sitting at the void deck. Looked familiar. One of them even asked if I went for a jog. I was quite blur and so I just answered yes and continued walking home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had difficult washing my back when I took my shower just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was in the office, I had a sudden thought of going to the temple to offer prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why or for what? Don't tell you. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, WeiJie called and say there's a dinner last night. Sort of a Tori-Q's company dinner, but since I know most of the people working there, WeiJie asked me along. Went to Newton to eat and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WeiJie mentioned about going to the temple to offer prayers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going into Tekong on this Saturday. So wanted to offer some prayers and asked for a talisman. Supposedly was to go this afternoon, which I suggested to make it tonight so I can tag along. Ended up changed to tomorrow night as he had to accompany his cousin from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going for the graduation ceremony next Wednesday! Only managed to get a half day OFF from my officer. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to shop for clothes this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114969266305960657?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114969266305960657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114969266305960657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114969266305960657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114969266305960657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-remember.html' title='I don&apos;t remember...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114916709276461878</id><published>2006-06-02T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:04:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT.</title><content type='html'>Isn't this something new? Ha. I think I'm just not those kind who can just blog lor. Sometimes people can just type out what they feel or even the smallest thing they happened to encounter during the day. Everything just seem so normal to me everyday. I go to work. I come back home. I go out with friends. I go back home and sleep. I really need some excitment. Or even someone to make me feel that "Hey! Life ain't that boring cos you got me!" or things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know there are such people around me. Just that everyone is busy with their stuff(like in some University somewhere studying some animals), and they choose to not be bothered about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm being selfish right now. But then again, which human isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh it's not easy lah. You have to think of the things you say in front of some people, have to tell white lies to avoid misunderstandings. You think of this to avoid that. You do things to make people happy. Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haiyo. Why live your life for others? Do the things you like lah. Don't be bothered about what others think lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember always saying this to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life can be so simple, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all understand what I mean. How can I not be bothered about people around me? If so, I wouldn't even be typing all these. And it's for you all to read. See? I didn't do this for myself. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beginning to feel better from all the running nose and coughing. And getting myself in shape for a fitter me. I wish YOU would just call me up and ask if I'm feeling better already. Miss you lah! Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114916709276461878?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114916709276461878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114916709276461878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114916709276461878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114916709276461878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about.html' title='I DON&apos;T KNOW WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT.'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114877828114075367</id><published>2006-05-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:04:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad month...</title><content type='html'>Like what Ah Mao says this morning while I send him home. First, his dad passed away. Next, Eugene broke up with his girlfriend Michelle. A 3 years 8 months relationship leh. Suddenly Michelle just say she has no feelings for Eugene or whatsoever. Eugene's super sad. Had been keeping him company together with Weijie these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is this time that we brothers stand out! Had a few thoughts these days. Just wondering how come people can just simply change overnight. And knowing what has happened to me recently, WeiJie was saying he really wish that I would be able to get a girlfriend who really loves me and stuff. I wish for this too! But some things just can't force lah. I can only wait I guess. Like they said, if I'm a nice guy, nice girls will be looking for me instead of me searching. Maybe she hasn't appear yet. Or maybe she has. Just that I don't know? Or maybe I know. Just that I don't know what she thinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. I'll just leave things as it is ba. I really don't know what I should do. Come to think of it, I can't do anything can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I wanna go shopping! Muahaha. I wanna SPEND MONEY. BMT enlistment is around the corner. One more month! The only bad thing is I have to spend my 20th birthday in Tekong! STEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym twice this week. Shall keep this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-ing songs tonight! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114877828114075367?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114877828114075367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114877828114075367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114877828114075367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114877828114075367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-month.html' title='Bad month...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114786583287541586</id><published>2006-05-18T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:37:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY SAY SAY!</title><content type='html'>Go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for hard gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOO~! OKAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114786583287541586?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114786583287541586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114786583287541586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114786583287541586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114786583287541586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-say-say.html' title='SAY SAY SAY!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114760331590842624</id><published>2006-05-15T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:41:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one wants the video...</title><content type='html'>Anyway, watched Poseidon and MI3 last night. Nice shows. And I will not miss out The Da Vinci Code. Haha. There's a few nice movies in June too. Movies and more movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mao's dad passed away this morning. At around 2am. Hmm... Will be attending the wake later. And happy Mother's Day to all mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114760331590842624?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114760331590842624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114760331590842624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114760331590842624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114760331590842624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-one-wants-video.html' title='No one wants the video...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114708658008040533</id><published>2006-05-09T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:09:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my documents and found this short video that me and a few friends made for a mini-project back when I was in NP. It's about stereotyping, and we choose to remake a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercial was about this bad guy who wants to commit a robbery on road users. So, with his Honda vehicle, he disguised as a pretty woman, stopped by the road and waited for help. 2 guys drove pass and saw this 'pretty woman' and decided to help. But upon closing up to 'her', they realised the vehicle was a Honda, and thus sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercial was spreading the message that Honda vehicles don't break down. But we chose this commercial as it was somehow stereotyping that women get help much easier than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, none of us ever saw this commercial. I heard it from a friend, and we made this video based on what I've heard. The video is still with me, but I realised it's pretty embarrassing. And I don't know how to post it up. AND EVEN IF I KNEW I WOULDN'T DO SO. So for those who are interested, please come to me and ask for it. Shall see if I'm willing to share it! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend this week again! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114708658008040533?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114708658008040533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114708658008040533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114708658008040533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114708658008040533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114648021616045231</id><published>2006-05-02T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:43:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend!</title><content type='html'>Went to Peninsula Plaza's IRC to play DotA on Friday night. Didn't get to play for long as the waiting time took away much of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YewOnn (Ah Mao) booked out on Saturday and we met at night to celebrate his birthday. His birthday is tomorrow and he will be throwing grenades in camp. Haha. Well, we met in Balestier to eat dinner, after which we went to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday (Sunday), Sarah had her engagement in Chevron in Bukit Batok. Went over to witness the engagement, eat, and played mahjong. Super lucky! I didn't even get to win any game during the first 2 winds. We had 54 dollars of chips as our base, and my chips were all gone by the end of the 2 winds. But when the 3rd wind came, I won 96 dollars in 2 games. Ha! And from there my luck was good. Won 57 dollars in the end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Eugene(MockingBird), WeiJie(IronBird), Ah Mao(TweetyBird) and Ah Gum(LadyBird) at IRC again. Played games till this morning at around 7am. Went to eat before going home. We played 5 games and won all. Yeah! Bird team go! Oh... not forgetting me the ThunderBird! Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114648021616045231?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114648021616045231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114648021616045231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114648021616045231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114648021616045231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114606043340171404</id><published>2006-04-27T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:07:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay me back!</title><content type='html'>SAF clearly missed me out for my first regular pay. But they will back pay me next month lah. Plus my study bonus...!!! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye bags are so bad. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114606043340171404?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114606043340171404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114606043340171404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114606043340171404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114606043340171404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/pay-me-back.html' title='Pay me back!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114527751003708339</id><published>2006-04-18T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:38:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you...</title><content type='html'>Rest assured I hadn't been boozing like nobody's business because of her. Yes I was affected. But that has got nothing to do with me drinking and stuff. I'm glad you're concerned about me. Else you wouldn't be so pissed when knowing I'm not feeling well, probably due to me drinking too much. Haha. Like you said, let's not argue about this silly stuff anymore, alright? I'll take good care of myself. You too, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Work today was boring. Anyway I gotten my uniforms and all, but the name tag's not sewn up yet. So meanwhile I'll stick with civilian wear. This is the third week already. Like, 10 more weeks to go? ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114527751003708339?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114527751003708339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114527751003708339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114527751003708339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114527751003708339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-you.html' title='To you...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114519664748468903</id><published>2006-04-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:10:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick liao...</title><content type='html'>Went to drink again last night. And now my throat's not feeling well. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114519664748468903?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114519664748468903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114519664748468903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114519664748468903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114519664748468903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick-liao.html' title='Sick liao...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114504384708606590</id><published>2006-04-15T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:48:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments.</title><content type='html'>I knew I would see you at Obar. I don't know what to feel. I hate what you did in front of me, though there is nothing I can do. I hate myself for still being bothered about you. I don't know why am I like this. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish I can't feel anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114504384708606590?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114504384708606590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114504384708606590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114504384708606590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114504384708606590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-comments.html' title='No comments.'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114502167987743874</id><published>2006-04-15T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:34:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Went to 38degrees in Hong Kong Street last night. 6 of us(Me, Eugene, WeiJie, Loupee, Herman and YongLin), 2 bottles of Chivas. The pub closes at 2am, and after which the guys decided to head down to MOS. Like...okie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, 2 bottles of Chivas. I wonder how we drank so much last night. Saw Jasmine in MOS. Hmmm... Nair mind. Reached home at around 7 in the morning. Slept till 8 at night. Haha. Going Obar tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114502167987743874?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114502167987743874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114502167987743874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114502167987743874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114502167987743874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114484076361646995</id><published>2006-04-13T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:58:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm going to...</title><content type='html'>drink on Thursday, club on Friday, and drink again on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just did a little bit of editing of my current template. Nothing much. I'll just do with what I have. Not bothered lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO TAGBOARD for now. Don't like it. I like it more when I go opening up the comments page and give myself a surprise. Should there be any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait no more. Surprise me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114484076361646995?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114484076361646995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114484076361646995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114484076361646995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114484076361646995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-im-going-to.html' title='And I&apos;m going to...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114458057956685554</id><published>2006-04-10T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:41:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend...</title><content type='html'>Went to drink on Friday. Didn't drink much. Just hang out and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene's girlfriend, Michelle (we call her Mimi) called us in for house-warming on Saturday. At the condo at the foot of Mount Faber. Nice place. Met Louis (Loupee we call him. I want a nick name too. I remember my Literature teacher used to call me Tiong Tiong.) at HabourFront at 1pm. Had our lunch and went to meet Eugene and went up Mimi's place. Headed down to the basketball court. So happy. Haha. BASKETBALL!!! TianJin (Ah Gum) came and we headed for a swim. Went into the sauna too. SHIOK! Went to prepare for the bbq at around 5:30pm. WeiJie came with his girlfriend Winnie. Then came Ah mao and XinZhu. Had lots of fun. I kept eating. And kept getting teased by Eugene. And got fooled by Loupee. Haha. And Ah Wei came too after his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Boat Quay to drink again. My treat. Then went home to play DOTA. One whole week never play. Cannot tahan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was telling me about one of my cousin. And my Dad is unhappy about another cousin. And my uncle had his funeral yesterday morning. And...and... Nairmind. I think I need a template. Lazy to do. Or find. Maybe some kind soul would like to do a template for me? Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114458057956685554?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114458057956685554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114458057956685554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114458057956685554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114458057956685554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25363583.post-114424157510356185</id><published>2006-04-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:52:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz...</title><content type='html'>I came home this evening and the first thing I was told was that my uncle died an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of the accident that occured in the construction site? The one about 3 who died and 3 injured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of stunned. Even though I wasn't close with this uncle of mine. One thing is he isn't a Lim. He was given to my Grandma's brother. So he had my Grandma's surname, Luo. But still, he is my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about him. But he was nice. I had the feeling he was the good husband, good father kind of guy. He was the fourth son of my grandparents. My father had 10 siblings. And the third uncle of mine died in a construction accident too. And that happened a long time ago. I had never seen him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nair mind. Let's not talk about this already. I don't know what else to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was fine. Time passed quickly as I had things to do. And I got my own locker already so I can start bringing stuff like clothes and stuff in case I would like to take a shower in camp. Should be able to get my temporary pass and uniform by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to take my new glasses. Know those black rim, plastic kind of glasses? Those very nerdy kind of glasses? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekends to come. Herman you're right. When we start working 8 to 5 we just can't wait for the weekends to come every week. 2 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114424157510356185?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114424157510356185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114424157510356185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114424157510356185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114424157510356185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/haiz.html' title='Haiz...'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114415126882680673</id><published>2006-04-05T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:59:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>And the title says it all again. Right. I have to wait till July for my BMT in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work today was fine. I did had something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired as usual. Guess it's probably because I'm still not used to it. Woke up at 0545 this morning. Reached Nee Soon Camp at 0700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mervin. Chatted with him for awhile, then slowly walked to my unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably something to lighten up my mood a little. I should be able to get my uniform and my temporary pass by next week. Which means I get to skip the process of having to change for passes twice everytime I come in, and twice again as I leave the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be walking around in civilian. I'm super obvious lor. Everyone else is in either their uniform or the PT kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch IceAge2. Fairy you hear? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114415126882680673?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114415126882680673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114415126882680673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114415126882680673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114415126882680673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-25363583.post-114415065266960486</id><published>2006-04-04T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:49:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The title says it all. Back to blogging that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported for work at 0800 this morning. Met YongLin at 0645 and took a ride from his friend to Nee Soon Camp. Supposedly I were to wait at the guard house at 0755 for my chief clerk. I was there at 0705.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nair mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work was fine. Though I had pretty much nothing to do. Or should I say, I can't do anything. Everyone there was surprised that I got posted there when I haven even passed out from BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got orientated a little bit, went back to the office and 'work'. My unit's classified, so I can't say much about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People there were friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the day, I heard from my captain that he was asking if it's possible to send me to Tekong for BMT these few days. Think there's an intake this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LET ME GO TEKONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to waste my 3 months of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Causeway Point and got myself a second hand no-camera hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope to hear the good news tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25363583-114415065266960486?l=call-me-zx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/feeds/114415065266960486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25363583&amp;postID=114415065266960486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114415065266960486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25363583/posts/default/114415065266960486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://call-me-zx.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back_03.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>zx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07061375242205061513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
