<?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-18147265</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:37:13.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tWh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18147265.post-194601264386193493</id><published>2008-12-02T16:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:46:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanted to visit National Museum of Singapore today but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ended up losing my way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Oh btw, NUS students have free admission and haha.. i was thinking of exploring that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i was in the bus and I thought that bus would bring me right in front of the museum. I was wrong. I did manage to spot that iconic building from the bus but it was a few buildings behind. I hesitated in alighting as I thought the bus would turn here, turn there and ahha.. bring me to my destination! Well.. It brought me to Clarke Quay instead. Starting to panic, i alighted. I attempted to walk back along the bus route to where i last saw that museum but got completely misorientated. The maps at the bus stop were of little use. They showed that the museum is just beside the Asian Civilisation Museum but it was horribly WRONG!!! i found my way to the ACM only to see new parliament house nearby! Where the hell is my museum??!!! I kept walking, walking and walking... And trust me, it's really an agony walking in that area when you dont even have the faintest idea where you are heading. There are just so many buildings around and the road names are so unfamiliar to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I got myself to City Hall MRT station. I thought i should be very near.. but apparently.. I had drifted further and further. Fustrated, irritated, and pissed with myself, I decided to hit back to Douby Gaut. Yea.. i realised it's supposed to be near there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Douby Gaut, I was just about to start navigating my way to that museum when i received a sms. A sms from my boss. My spirit, already dampened, was further dampened. There's some work that has to be done and she asked if i could start work on fri instead of sat. Well.. I agreed to her request. By then, I had lost my sense of urge to visit the museum and headed back home instead... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;National Museum! I shall conquer u another day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-194601264386193493?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/194601264386193493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=194601264386193493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/194601264386193493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/194601264386193493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-1304239986124876230</id><published>2008-10-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:57:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mid Term Exams finally over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-1304239986124876230?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/1304239986124876230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=1304239986124876230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/1304239986124876230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/1304239986124876230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-term-exams-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-3798531390344106006</id><published>2008-05-15T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:12:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Holiday...</title><content type='html'>Things I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch CSI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more journals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend more gatherings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A short trip somewhere...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worr&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rrrrrk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan my modules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare assignments for my kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing(s) I'm doing &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Viwawa land&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-3798531390344106006?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/3798531390344106006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=3798531390344106006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/3798531390344106006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/3798531390344106006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-holiday.html' title='This Holiday...'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-3354245290497932356</id><published>2008-01-30T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:25:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in Jan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Sch Reopens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Finally back to sch! Was looking forward to go back sch during the holidays.. Got so sick of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few good lecturers this sem (and a few bad ones as well). Particularly admire this biochem lecturer - from harvard. Think he went to many other places for research studies as well. Just love listening to his life experiences that he often relate to us. He's someone who can really make 2 hrs pass without you realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found computing quite interesting. Heh.. Finally got to know how hardware functions in my PC, what to look out for when comparing computer specifications and blar blar blar... Will soon learn about the internet. Really like the feeling when i learn new knowledge from a different field. Yea.. though i was cursing and swearing at my maths module last sem, was quite suprised to find that some of concepts was applied in my chem module this sem. That's the way science works... always interconnecting here and there, always amuses me when i probe further and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. still contemplating if i should sign up as OGL for the coming sci freshmen camp. Think it's time to have some life... I'm practically going through this study-work-study-work cycle. Can drive me nuts sometime. But i hate the cheering part that OGLs must do lar... Really makes you so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Driving Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of postponing.. finally took my driving test on 21st Jan and yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. think i was lucky that day. Wasnt driving at my best form and the tester could have just failed me for all the nitty gritty faults i've made... In fact, i was more mentally prepared for a fail than a pass. Back in the briefing room, really thought i'm doomed when he started ticking all over my assessment checklist (i didnt know some boxes don't carry demerit points then). Yea.. My heart sank further and further with every tick he made but somehow i was still praying for miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened! Haha.. was overwhelmed with relief and joy when he scribbled the word '18' behind, followed by a tick in the 'PASS' box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;YUP! I'M LICENSED TO DRIVE. WAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. really yearn for a personal car but haha.. think i can carry on dreaming until i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my birthday in the lab extracting DNA - think the whole experiment was a flop. The whole DNA just disappeared as we transfer it from one tube to another. Happened to many groups also.. SO I HOPE IT SHOULD BE ALRIGHT &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(keeping my fingers crossed)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really grateful to my friends who bought me the book vouchers as my gift. Thanks a lot..! Really wanna read more, get exposed to new ideas, and most importantly, improve my english proficiency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Achievement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea.. think it's an achievement for me this month for updating my blog with a decent entry. Cheers! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-3354245290497932356?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/3354245290497932356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=3354245290497932356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/3354245290497932356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/3354245290497932356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened-in-jan.html' title='What happened in Jan...'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-2728338943012637789</id><published>2007-12-26T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:13:30.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>Just as i was thinking i can have a two days well deserved break from work this christmas, my flu ruined everything... Literally spent my christmas in a dreamy state laying on my bed. It's perfectly fine if i can just plong on my bed and sleep through christmas, but what pisses me off is that i just keep drifting in and out of my sleep. And my bugging headache just add misery to my Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting a little better today.. But headache still refuses to go. Really hope i can concentrate when i get back to work tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next long break??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jan... Praying that the day will come SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-2728338943012637789?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/2728338943012637789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=2728338943012637789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/2728338943012637789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/2728338943012637789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2007/12/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-2579103371802655326</id><published>2007-09-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:27:39.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the breakthrough</title><content type='html'>Yo peeps! i'm making a point to write something today so that i can end my six month of entries drought... yeah.. can't believe i've neglected my blog for sooo long!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dun think i'm going to dwell on what so ever had happened to me for the past eight months. It's already history la... So no point looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just giving a quick update... for the benefit of others who still dun know.. i'm majoring in life science now in nus. yeah.. changed my decision somewhere in april. hmmm... feel quite lonely there at times i admit.. cos most of my buddies are in ntu. Ha.. think quite hard to mix around unless you are staying in some hostels or joining some happening cca. most ppl tend mingle with their old friends i guess... Anyway, thank goodness i joined the orientation camp. at least have some orientation friends to crap around during lectures and study together. if not it's so damn demoralising passing time in the big campus alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. that's all! And.. i'll try to update my blog regularly &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PROVIDED&lt;/span&gt; if i have the time. Ha.. but i doubt so.. AGAIN for the benefit for others who still dun know... i'm still working in the same old company on Saturdays... so my weekends are always quite burnt... Heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-2579103371802655326?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/2579103371802655326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=2579103371802655326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/2579103371802655326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/2579103371802655326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2007/08/breakthrough.html' title='the breakthrough'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-116965226159494889</id><published>2007-01-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:24:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>Watch this space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates coming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soOOON...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-116965226159494889?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/116965226159494889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=116965226159494889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/116965226159494889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/116965226159494889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2007/01/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18147265.post-115537765514525301</id><published>2006-08-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:14:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Finally... the moment that I have been waiting for has arrived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;TAN WEI HAN IS PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HE'LL BE OFF FOR OFFICIAL DUTIES IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SOUTH AFRICA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;FROM 13th AUGUST to 29th AUGUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH YEAH!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-115537765514525301?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/115537765514525301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=115537765514525301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115537765514525301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115537765514525301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/08/south-africa-notice.html' title='South Africa notice'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-115365056996589948</id><published>2006-07-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:29:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chao kway tuay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kind of feel cheated when i went to Tiong Bahru hawker centre with a few friends last Thursday. i was walking around in search for some good food when this chao kway tuay stall with a long queue caught my attention. well.. think i was quite naive to have the assumption that the longer the queue, the tastier the food. got that plate of chao kway tuay some 20mins later and eventually find that it's actually quite sucky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the colour is not there, the texture is not there, the taste is not there!! Pui!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;freaking hell... the chao kway tuay at the coffee shop near my house probably taste better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-115365056996589948?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/115365056996589948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=115365056996589948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115365056996589948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115365056996589948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/07/chao-kway-tuay.html' title='chao kway tuay'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-115114628688615360</id><published>2006-06-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:51:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Betting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORLD CUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Find myself frequenting the Singapore Pools at this world cup. Haha.. initially didn't have the intention of betting at this world cup cos the idea of soccer betting didn't really appeal to me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was until&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more and more people in my bunk started betting. Haha.. think they were quite accurate in their predictions and seeing their happy faces during their wins really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;lure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me to become part of them. Anyway, dun get the wrong idea, my friends are not some hard core gamblers that u find in coffee shop.. think they only surface at Singapore Pools during this world cup (like me!) just in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, find that betting really changes the way I watch soccer matches. Before the betting, I dun really have much reaction when someone misses a goal or some tom, dick and harry scores a goal. But after betting, wow... I find myself wanting to screw whoever who misses a goal or mis-passes the ball. In fact, think I find myself jumping up and down at times through the match for the team that might help me win maybe $2.25??? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had set a budget for this little indulgence of mine during the world cup. Juz hope to win a little money or at least break even..  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-115114628688615360?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/115114628688615360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=115114628688615360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115114628688615360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115114628688615360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-betting.html' title='Soccer Betting'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18147265.post-115114588168086582</id><published>2006-06-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:45:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Think it's more or less confirmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be flying off to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOUTH AFRICA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in August!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH YEEEEAH!!!! My unit is involved in an exercise there and apparently, they decided to bring me along. Gosh.. this will be my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;furthest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trip away from home! Heard the climate there is quite harsh with freezing temperature like around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. (I'm already freezing in my office when the air con temperature is like only 23 degrees!) With the kind of body fats percentage that I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'blessed'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;with, think I gotta end up relying on layers and layers of thermal wear to prevent my enzymes from getting deactivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... but how cares man??!! I juz wanna go have the &lt;strong&gt;OUT-OF-SINGAPORE&lt;/strong&gt; experience, immense myself in the safari and the splendid scenery during the R&amp;amp;R at the end of exercise! YIPEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-115114588168086582?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/115114588168086582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=115114588168086582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115114588168086582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/115114588168086582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/06/south-africa.html' title='South Africa'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114993707270557158</id><published>2006-06-10T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:57:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Find a need to clarify this matter before I find my 'respect points' continue plunging and getting condemned. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the clarification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, my seventh quality is meant to end the entry in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;light hearted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;manner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I don't have the single intention to turn my wife into a sow producing children for me k!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think I really got blasted big time mainly becos of this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;C'mon... Even if I really find a wife willing to produce so many children for me, I may have to do some 'brainwashing' on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raising a child in today's society is by no means an easy job. Cliché but true. The cost of upbringing is freaking high. And moreover, with the education syllabus changing, changing and changing, parents got to crucially involved (haha.. tt's my philosophy) during the child's elementary and primary education in order to gear his child for the future educational challenges that lies ahead of him/her. This requires time from both parties. And this ultimately boils down to the point that I wish to bring up... Raising a child into the world is simply not what I want, or what she wants. It's what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;want. It's something about how much we can give to the child, about how much are we willing to sacrifice for the child. To me, both sides have important roles to play in order for the young to have the right values, right quality, right qualifications to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... that's all for what I wanna to say for 'producing children'. Think i still got lots to say but I'll end here for good. I dunno wanna turn this entry into some GP essay. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114993707270557158?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114993707270557158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114993707270557158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114993707270557158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114993707270557158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/06/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114932555341810473</id><published>2006-06-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:09:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tagged! By Qinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been tagged by Qin ning so is here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Specify the gender of the perfect lover: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. List down 7 qualities of the perfect lover: (not in order of preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Thrifty! She's gonna save me lots of money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Places family over career. (Becos think I'll place career over family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Shorter than me (this is god damn important!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. Respect her parents, respect my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. Able to enlighten me when I'm LOST / Disillusioned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. Loves me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unconditionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. Super Productive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Must achieve my plan of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;N + 1 = 1st Child&lt;br /&gt;N + 2.5 = 2nd Child&lt;br /&gt;N + 4 = 3rd Child&lt;br /&gt;N + 6 = 4th Child&lt;br /&gt;N + 7.5 = 5th Child&lt;br /&gt;N + 9 = 6th Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Where N denotes age of spouse at marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Tagged 7 person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chee Keong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wei Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeng Hian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ling Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Li Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eh... Can't think of 7 ppl who got blogs at the moment. just do with 5 will do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, the ppl who were named by me gotta to do the same thing as me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CRACK YOUR BRAIN NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114932555341810473?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114932555341810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114932555341810473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114932555341810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114932555341810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114872169756643785</id><published>2006-05-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:21:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Present from my tutee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Present from Tutee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got home freaking late last night due to some work to do in camp. But den, I saw something on my table that kind of brightens me up a little. It's a present from cousin - she asked my dad to pass it to me on behalf of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this note that she taped it around the present and here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You! Wei Han for teaching me. I got Band 1 for my maths and science.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Trina&lt;br /&gt;To: Wei Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After reading the note, I really felt a sense of achievement. Now I finally understand why some teachers would teach for like 2 - 3 decades -- perhaps it is this sense of accomplishment and the gratitude that they received from students that motivates them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to preparing my cousin for PSLE is still a long one (she's only P4 now). She still has quite a number of weaknesses to be addressed. And by reading the note that she wrote to me for a second time.. &lt;strong&gt;I think I got to do something to improve her English for now. &lt;/strong&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114872169756643785?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114872169756643785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114872169756643785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114872169756643785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114872169756643785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/05/present-from-my-tutee.html' title='A Present from my tutee'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114829915126126658</id><published>2006-05-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:26:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 1921</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalet 1921&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Think I really sleeeeeept a lot at this chalet! Haha! For the past two nights at the chalet, I had been succumbing to the lure by the 'Z' monster, often ending up to be one of the few who turn in the earliest. Guess the chalet must have been too cosy.. or perhaps, I've been really burnt out by the hectic schedule for the past week. Anyway, this chalet really gave me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much needed break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We ventured out to the beach on the 2nd day to have some beach games - the guys played sambal soccer. Haha.. the game was quite aggressive.. or maybe I was too aggressive. I guess I kicked my friends' legs more time than I kicked the ball. Haha.. result? Had some swollen, aching toes to nurse after the game! Anyway, the game only lasted for a short while. The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blazing heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the pain from our leg kicking really tire us out and we decided to take a break. We never got back to the game. Heh.. JC and I sneaked off to take a dip in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfect activity to cool ourselves under the sun and to get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dip was indeed relaxing. The two of us were like lazing at the edge of the pool, chit chatting, catching up some of our lost time. Coming to think of it, it has been really months since I last saw JC in ASLC. Didn't really keep in contact after he got posted out. Found that so many things had happened since then. Haha.. anyway, think we stayed too long in the pool. And I ended up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After some washing up after the swim, it was time for BBQ preparation. Think time passed really fast! 1 1/2 days over just like that!! There was a small commotion prior to the BBQ all thanx to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; sudden disappearance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of our Conducting Officer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah Kau!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abandoning us at such crucial time when we needed someone desperately to tell us our BBQ pit no.! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And HANGING UP OUR CALL SOMEMORE...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha... Before we could recover from panick, a second bomb came dropping on us during a check with the receptionist. We were told that we didn't book the pit at all before hand! Haha.. luckily there was an available pit.. if not, I'm gonna make sure our YH swallow all the raw chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;The fire starting was much more fun filling than expected. I've always dread starting fire. To me, it's such a long and tedious process and it's always something few ppl would help. CCK was the main fire stater this time round, supported by many helping hands. All thanx to CCK, think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burning passion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for SZ managed to get the charcoal burning within a short while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOLALA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In order to get the heat evenly spread out, the guys really did some furious fanning. At several intervals, 3 guys would stand in front of the pit, fanning in unison with all their might. It was really a hilarious sight! Soon, the fire was ready and different chefs took turn to whip up some good food through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; woke up rather early on the 3rd morning. (haiz.. turning in early last night again!) Together with PS, LM, LH, we took a stroll along the beach and did some group photo taking. PS and me managed to source for some good shooting locations and took several shots featuring the four of us. Things were going fine until it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LM's turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be the photographer. As she did not had any breakfast in the morning, she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;single handedly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; drain out the energy in the batteries in PS camera for her breakfst! No wonder the battery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went flat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; shortly after the camera landed into her hand! In the end, we had to activate YH to bring extra batteries for us. Haha.. but den we didn't really take much group photos after that. LM continue to waste more batteries by taking more useless photos, think YH and PS ended up looming ard the beach while LH and me had some chatting on a big rock. We made our way back to chalet some time later for checking out, officially wrapping up CHALET 1921...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reaching home, I looked back to our chalet and had some thoughts and reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To me, I think this chalet has served as a gentle reminder that we are growing up and soon to be stepping into our next phase of life - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adulthood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. From secondary school days till now, think we have organized 'n' times of chalet. But, it is this chalet that I experience clear indicators that we are soon embarking on our journey into adulthood. Below are just some of my findings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One, liquor has made its first appearance in our chalet! And we finished like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 1/4 bottle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; WP finished like half of it) of Bombay Sapphire! I was quite surprise by how well some girls can drink. Bet some can drink better than me. And well, think the presence of liquor also got quite a no. of ppl to be 'drunk' on the first night. We should get a video to film how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS was that night. Haha.. and perhaps this might be also the reason explaining to my sleepiness that night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we can see more friends bringing their partner to our chalet and see how sweet they were to their sweetheart. I could see CK rushing to rescue his beauty when she got forfeited. And..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How CK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROBBED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my blanket that I was sharing with him in the middle of night so that he could share it with his darling. Thanx ah.. Haha.. Den I could see how I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;denied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bathing in the other room when WP's girlfriend came. He occupied the whole room so that he could give his err... surprise to his girlfriend. And den, I could see how SH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;meticulously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;steal away food painstakingly cooked by JC and me, and then presenting it nicely on a plate, waiting for him to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;come so that he can savour the food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ewwwww.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Notice that I've been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;victimized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in all the 3 instances stated above??!! Haiz.. Poor mE!! But come to think of it.. when did these kind of things ever happen in our previous chalets before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last but not least, guess our external commitments also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;increases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as we grew older. This is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the first time I find myself really doubting if I can make time for the chalet. And I believe that YH also had a harder time in confirming our attendance (esp the guys) compared to the previous chalets. it's really getting harder to get people to stay throughout (or fully committed) the 3 days of chalet. People like me had instances whereby I almost couldn't attend half of the chalet because of army commitments. Then I could see some people leaving for a short while on the 2nd day due to their commitments. And den also, some people making it only on the 2nd night itself. Gone were the days whereby an 'OK' reply given by someone for the chalet means that he or she can guarantee to stay for 3 days. And I think because of this trend, some games that were planned for the chalet had not been carried out and quality time spent among us during this chalet have somehow been compromised a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really leaves me pondering if these growing commitments of ours will somehow eat more into the quality time spent in the time to come for future chalets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nevertheless, I still appreciate the fact that everyone has turned up in one way or another. Think although we have organized countless times of chalets since our secondary school days, I have &lt;em&gt;never once&lt;/em&gt;, and I hope will never, grow tired of it. Each chalet, to me, has it's own significant moment. Really thank YH and his team for putting such great effort into this chalet. Hope there will be more to come.. and to all who've attended this chalet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114829915126126658?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114829915126126658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114829915126126658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114829915126126658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114829915126126658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/05/chalet-1921_22.html' title='Chalet 1921'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114579174140820652</id><published>2006-04-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:31:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darn... probably had one of the most embarrassing moments in my life last Thursday!! I was doing reverse parking with my land rover in front of my unit. There was a saloon car parked on my left hand side and guess I steered too much to the right when reversing. I was concentrating too much on my left and before I could turn my head over to check my right, &lt;strong&gt;the entire front right wheel ended up in the grass patch&lt;/strong&gt;!! Worse till.. those people who were waiting nearby to load onto my rover were making such a din!! The din really attracted a lot of unwanted attention!!! It seems for that moment, everyone around my unit were staring at me! Anxious to get out of the shit that I'm in, I tried reversing out of the grass patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before the whole vehicle could move,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the engine stalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argghhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the din grew even louder this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ignoring everything, I started the engine again and start to reverse again though doubting if that's the right move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unlucky enough. It stalled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn... in the end, I engage forward gear, ram onto the accelerator and finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M OUT OF THE SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114579174140820652?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114579174140820652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114579174140820652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114579174140820652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114579174140820652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/04/darn.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114507057290839581</id><published>2006-04-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:09:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Arghhhh... think i wasted my good friday yesterday. wanted to chio a few friends to take a walk at orchard but the idea of travelling all the way (how i wish i had a car!!) there simply just dampen my mood of shopping. and.. to make things worse, it started raining around noon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peRRRRfect weather for slEEEping!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. dunno y..had been sleeping alot since i started serving NS, seems like i've been making up for the sleep losses i had during JC days. lol.. anyway.. needless to say.. i ended sleeping away half of my friday and the other half lazing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114507057290839581?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114507057290839581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114507057290839581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114507057290839581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114507057290839581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday.html' title='Good friday'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114476058476038533</id><published>2006-04-11T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:03:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yet another one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just completed my 2 days of security course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; IT'S ULTIMATE BORING&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the lecturers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are super long winded -- some of them just keep rattling on and on about the same point! haha.. think most of the time, my mind is like thinking 'what i gonna have for lunch later??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heh... but den, think this course is a great escape from my unit. had so much fun crapping with my senior at the back of the classroom until it brought the attention of one of the lecturers. he's like questioning us why do we keep smiling at each other halfway through the lecture. haha.. we just gave back a guilty smile and he didnt probe further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;phew... close shave!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114476058476038533?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114476058476038533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114476058476038533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114476058476038533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114476058476038533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/04/yet-another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114449387686674230</id><published>2006-04-08T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:03:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***TP***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha.. should have put this up a week ago.. but couldn't find the time to do so. Anyway, I've just graduated from my driving course with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1st pass in my TP test!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The test was spilt into two days and I was allocated to the second day, taking the Kranji test route. On the test day, we were all speculating who our testers would be and how challenging is our test route. The testers on the first day were quite friendly and ubi test route they were taking were very familiar to us! As expected, the passing rate was extremely high! &lt;em&gt;11 out of 16!&lt;/em&gt; Haha.. those belonging in the second group were damn envious of the 11 passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first tester soon arrived during our briefing and the sight of him nearly smashed all our hopes of passing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S MR TAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A tester who is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notorious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for being demanding and making things difficult for trainees. Quite a no. of trainees '&lt;em&gt;died&lt;/em&gt;' under his hands during the oral theory test. And now here he is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt; all of us couldn't believe our damn luck!! Things did brighten up a little when 2nd tester appeared. He's the one belonging to other extreme. A friendly person, I would say. Think all the trainees were secretly praying that he would be their tester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Two trainees were sent out for TP while we waited for our turn. They returned -- and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOTH FAIL&lt;/span&gt;. Even the one taken by the good tester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew nervous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another two went out. This time 1 failed (Mr Tay), 1 passed. This kind of affirm our beliefs that Mr Tay isn't really generous in passing trainees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, however, the passing rate began to rise. Even Mr Tay started passing people!! Haha.. It really added some glimmer of hope to the rest of us who were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, as the rest of us were waiting, we began our own &lt;em&gt;'intelligence gathering'&lt;/em&gt;. All thanx to the failures, they began sharing with us what faults they have committed and which area to look out for. And I think it really helped us a lot. Through discussion, we kind of realized Mr Tay is more concerned if you are a safety driver rather than a skilled driver. As my turn drew closer and closer, I began to realize that Mr Tay will somehowbe my tester eventually. The long wait, however, seems to calm my nerves down by the time it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, he's the one. I sat down in my driver's seat, buckled up and asked for permission to move off. Err... and I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;rewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by him immediately!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"LOG BOOK HAVEN'T WRITE WANT TO MOVE OFF AH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha.. I was stunned momentarily. How could I have forgotten such a thing?!! I flashed a silly grin at him, followed by a quick apology and began penning down details in the log book before setting out for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my driving, I tried my best to be as a &lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt; driver as possible. Think my vehicle was moving damn slow and I checked the mirrors more than I did before. (I had this bad habit of not looking at the mirrors) Haha.. but somehow, he still managed to catch me not looking the mirrors at times when making a turn and scolded me for it.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded throughout the scoldings even though I was a little &lt;em&gt;'bui song'&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.. but I was reminded umpteen times never never show ur bui song face in front of the tester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was rather light on the road except for some parked heavy vehicles by the side of road. Lane changing was done with ease and it really boosted my confidence a lot. Haha.. my lane changing always sux during normal practice. But then, my clutch and accelerator control was rather poor that day. The biting point for the test vehicle was so different from my training vehicle! There was once when the whole vehicle goes &lt;em&gt;'horse riding'&lt;/em&gt; after moving off from traffic light, and haha... he gave a disgusted &lt;em&gt;'tsk tsk tsk&lt;/em&gt;' sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was turning left and right around CCK as instructed by him. Think time passed quite fast and before I realized, I was on a stretch of road back to my reporting area!! No major mistake so far.. chances of passing should be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I was instructed to do a reverse parking (that means you will most likely to pass if you dun screw up ur parking) when I returned. Getting into the lot was easy because the lot was extremely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Haha.. my instructor even commented before the test that it's huge enough for one big elephant to go in. my vehicle was a little bit slanted when it was inside the lot and i thought the tester wouldn't realize it. Trying to &lt;em&gt;'throw smoke' &lt;/em&gt;at the tester, I turned to him indicating I'm done with my parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. this was the reply I got from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MOVE FORWARD AND ADJUST THE VEHICLE AGAIN LAR!!! WHAT U WAITING FOR??!! TRYING TO ACT BLUR RIGHT??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shit...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he found out!!! Think there's no way you can bluff an experienced driver. Haha.. I apologized immediately and adjusted the vehicle while blaming myself quietly for my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off the logbook, he passed me my scoresheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took over the scoresheet and saw a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; big 'P'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; scribbled in front. haha..!! think i was grinning from ear to ear when i saw that 'P'!! i really couldn't hide my happiness at that moment! it's like pouring out from me!! all my 5 weeks of hardship has been converted to a green license and i had not let my instructor down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 demerit points, 0 major fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THAT'S PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT I HAD IN ARMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114449387686674230?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114449387686674230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114449387686674230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114449387686674230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114449387686674230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/04/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114215621795211731</id><published>2006-03-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:36:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Off onto the ROAD...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a week of intensive training of driving land rover in circuit. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;OFF ONTO the PUBLIC ROAD!!&lt;/span&gt; Driving on the public road was a whole new experience for me. For two decades, I've been always the passenger, not really bothering what-so-ever happening on the road. Only after I started driving do I start to appreciate the importance of lane markings, road signs, traffic lights blah blah blah. And more importantly, the mental alertness that is required of a driver.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of didn't expect that the traffic lights will pose me lot of problems when I first hit the road. Always been a bit retarded in interpretating what the traffic light is trying to tell me whenever I'm driving. My instructor always end up 'screaming' at me to GO GO GO!! Or TURN TURN TURN!! whenever the light goes green. And I hate turning into filter lanes! Cos I always got to look out for the lights, and somehow come up with a conclusion whether there would be any oncoming traffic. Luckily... I somehow improved with more practice. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;Got a chance to experience night driving too. The lightings all around me just makes the atmosphere for driving so different from day driving. Dunno why also. Oh, and my training area is always so crowded with Bangra workers at night!! They are always jay-walking or riding bicycles around making more challenging to drive.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. next week will be my third week into the my driving course. Gotta wash hands off land rover and hands on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 tonner&lt;/span&gt; liao. Really dunno how it feels to drive a big truck on the road. How am I going to turn, how am I going to turn safely into filter lane without hitting kerb, how am I going to make a successful reverse parking??? Think all the answers will start surfacing to me by end of next week. yeah.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114215621795211731?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114215621795211731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114215621795211731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114215621795211731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114215621795211731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-onto-road.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114093153894399360</id><published>2006-02-26T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:25:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had a run with my unit at kent ridge park on fri. it was my first time there.. and i was quite capitivated by the scenery there. the starting/ending point was at a hilltop overlooking the sea. anyway, the hilltop was where some fierce fighting took place during Jap occupation and one malay hero was stabbed to death by the japs. haha.. well.. the organisers kind of incorporated some national education into our run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and oh... the run was SHAG!! had to run dunno some freaking steep uphill and think many ppl were crying out in despair as they struggled their way up. haha.. as for me.. i was walking all the way up the steep slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;btw, i was quite suprise to see NUS so near to kent ridge!! all the while.. i had this impression that nus is located in some urban environnment. think the nus students shld really go there if they wanna to have some destress therapy. the jogging route is also not bad..&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;less the stupid steep uphill&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114093153894399360?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114093153894399360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114093153894399360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114093153894399360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/114093153894399360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/run-had-run-with-my-unit-at-kent-ridge.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-114093018077576086</id><published>2006-02-26T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:07:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's Coming... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The coming new week marks the start of my driving course. Somehow, as the day draw closer... my excitment and anticipation has been converted to worries and 'dreadfulness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to report to some camp that is ultrafar...&lt;br /&gt;My five days week has been converted to some 5.5 days week.&lt;br /&gt;No more TV in my bunk..(shit.. there goes my campus superstar!)&lt;br /&gt;No more crapping with my senior..&lt;br /&gt;and blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. think army somehow helps to toughen up my adaptabilty. Been constantly on the move for my past 1.2 years of service. now, i'm bringing my barang barang again to another camp &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.. on the bright side, it's gonna one month only..! time will fly and in no time i'll report back to my unit again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;WITH MY DRIVING LICENSE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! =) YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-114093018077576086?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/114093018077576086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=114093018077576086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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one got any idea how to correct it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, juz follow the below equation to get the correct date and time for time being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n+1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where n is the date shown on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t-8hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where t is time shown on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113997840463397544?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113997840463397544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113997840463397544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997840463397544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997840463397544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/wah-kau.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113997733681320827</id><published>2006-02-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:25:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nearly fell off my sofa when I was watching news yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the news:&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are required to pay SG100 for every entry into casino or SG2000 for one year membership.&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners are admitted free.&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the amusing part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THIS INCLUDES DOMESTIC MAIDS AND OTHER FOREIGN WORKERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Erm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113997733681320827?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113997733681320827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113997733681320827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997733681320827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997733681320827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird-news.html' title='weird news'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113997709967670798</id><published>2006-02-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:42:42.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A day for couples to reaffirm their love to each other.&lt;br /&gt;A day for guys to the muster all their courage to ask for a date.&lt;br /&gt;A day for singles to reflect on what they've achieved so far.&lt;br /&gt;A day for students to express love to their classmates thru some handmade gifts&lt;br /&gt;A day... where I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; eat KFC becos of some freaking LONG queue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I really felt the Valentine's Day mood as I was walking around at JP though I had a disappointing experience at KFC yesterday. Think all the couples practically flocked into malls and parks yesterday. There were so many lovey dovey couples at JP! Just goes to show how influential s'pore V day can get. Couples were holding hands, whispering to each other, fully immersed in their own world. And.. most gals were like holding bouquets of flower, beaming happily as they chatted with their counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh! Anyway... just to sidetrack a bit.. I saw one couple who was quite exceptional yesterday. The gal was like frowning and the guy giving a straight face. Two of them were walking side by side with such a BIG distance apart that I could find myself fitting perfectly between them. Haha.. guess the guy screwed up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.. ya.. yesterday's V day just made Spore turned into some romantic country. I mean u wouldn't really get to see this kind of scene (not referring to the exceptional case) daily. Most of the time, I just see more ppl rushing here and there rather than couples strolling around. Could really feel the romance and love in the air yesterday. Heard that Paris (or is it Italy?) is some romantic city. Is that the kind of atmosphere you will feel everyday?? streets all filled with couples strolling, all taking a little time off their work everyday just to spend it with one another. Haiz.. but think the hectic work schedule in s'pore dun really allow this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. anyway, if couples were to seriously love each other more everyday just like what they do on Valentine's day... More people will be getting married, divorce rates will be decreasing, we'll see more babies AND less worries for gov! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113997709967670798?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113997709967670798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113997709967670798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997709967670798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997709967670798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113997672619347133</id><published>2006-02-15T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:12:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no WorK</title><content type='html'>No woRk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'VE GOT NO WORK!! YES... I'M COMPLAINING --- "I'VE GOT NO WORK!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things seem to get VERY bored ever since I returned to my unit from my course. Basically, I'm just rotting in my office everyday, showing my face for the sake of showing. Think my boss also has no idea of what to do with me. He has been practically treating me as if I'm some non existent creature.&lt;br /&gt;And becos my boss is not making full use of me. Others started to. Just rmb doing a lot of unrelated stuff for the past few weeks. Sometimes, It just seems that I've got degraded to some int clerk or storeman. With another course coming up for me at the end of Feb, think I'll be still experiencing the same thing for the next few weeks before I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113997672619347133?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113997672619347133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113997672619347133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997672619347133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113997672619347133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-work.html' title='no WorK'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113922590546662965</id><published>2006-02-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:40:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream phone</title><content type='html'>You are the ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh... You're the one!! my target has been locked on!! Kind of attracted to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SE W900i&lt;/span&gt; phone and think I'm GONNA TO LAY MY HANDS ON IT! haha.. The design is cool and the functions are damn attractive. Having that phone is just makes a MP3 player redundant, and the camera is 2 MP somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed date of ownership? heh.. Feb-Mar 200&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I'm actually not allowed to carry that phone into camp! Can actually try sneaking it in into camp BUT I'm also the security spec for my unit. so got to conduct regular checks on ppl to see if they possess any camera phones or what so ever. Can't possibly have that phone around with me while I go around catching ppl. Just doesn't make sense.. ha... and besides, the price is simply too ex. Waiting for some time will make the price go lower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's gonna be long wait.. but hey... I'm going to be patient man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113922590546662965?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113922590546662965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113922590546662965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113922590546662965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113922590546662965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/dream-phone.html' title='Dream phone'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113922569488616560</id><published>2006-02-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:42:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CNY gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Had a great time having dinner with a bunch of old friends on sat. The dinner that night was by far the most special one! It's some 8 course dinner k..! Oh, and the drinks were sponsored by some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;noble guy&lt;/span&gt;! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the starter dish was 'yu sheng'. Ha.. that poor alex got yu sheng all over his hand becos of me. Then the follow-up dishes were shark fin (had almost 3 bowls in order to finish it!), steamed tonic chicken, steam fish (which quite a no. of ppl avoided eating), some pig trotter(gosh.. that's sinful!), baby abalone, REAL ABALONE(haha.. think that was the best), and ice cream to wrap up the dinner. Haha.. the overall food was average but think that was a rather good exp. And think it's quite worth it.. we were all so bloated by the time dessert was served. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner activities were held at the playground at yh's house. We had the usual crapping but we introduced something lame this time round. We set up a court scenario with ppl playing roles like defendant, prosecutor, judge, witness etc etc.. Haha.. and the main character is the defendant. He/she is usually the one who takes the centre stage and handles all sorts of personnel questions bombarded to him/her. And well, the rest will just throw in some rumors to spice up the whole interrogation process. Huiteng was the victim that night and we managed to dig quite a lot of juicy stuff from her. Oh yeah... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. muz really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt; lh for organizing and sz for finding lobangs to make the gathering such an eventful night. But hey.. I wanna to make a suggestion! pls find a place near the toilet if we wanna stay outdoor for a long time k! find myself walking(or rather running) &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LOooNG&lt;/span&gt; distances to the gents for the past few gatherings!! Also got to wait for a long time for ppl to return from toilet. Think our gathering will be PERFECT with that problem solve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113922569488616560?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113922569488616560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113922569488616560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113922569488616560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113922569488616560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/cny-gathering.html' title='CNY gathering'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113887875444868393</id><published>2006-02-02T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:45:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>Had been rather busy for the past few weeks, so trying to make use of my precious free time to update everything in one shot.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;INT SPEC COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... my INTELLIGENCE SPECIALIST COURSE has finally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt;! Haha.. got some love and hate feelings for this course man...&lt;br /&gt;This 4 week course has made me realize how horrendous the workload of an int spec can be. Your work got to be neat, tidy (we always got nagged by our instructors for untidy presentation) and be fast and accurate at the same time. Sometimes, you really have to multi task in order to get ur work done. And becos of producing work in time b4 another task come knocking on ur door... you got to work &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVERTIME&lt;/span&gt;!! That's nightmare.. working continuously from 8am to 10pm(1030 sometimes!) isn't a joke man. Think I always do a lot of silly things when I'm too mentally exhausted - like realising that I &lt;em&gt;forgot &lt;/em&gt;to bring in my towel after I finished bathing is an example. Duh...&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. but on the flip side, think I gained a lot from this course. Both friendship and knowledge. All my teammates are crappy guys. Think we had a lot of fun and laughter as we were sloughing through the night.&lt;br /&gt;This course has also changed my perception of SAF. Back in SISPEC days, SAF was just a load of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt; to me. Trainees just chiong blindly according to instructions. Most of time, the things tt we were doing just looks like we were on some suicidal mission for war time. Completely lame and no sense! Heh.. but now, I've got a clearer picture on how battles are fought. Haha.. cos our branch are the ones who study the enemy and OPS plan are actually derived from our work! Those analysis of enemy and terrain are quite brain stimulating. Haha.. and spore map looks 'different' to me now!&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo.. the end of this course also mean tt I'll have to return to my unit le. No more booking out as and when I like and also, facing my superior who might be hounding me for the long over-due physics electromagnetic research tt he asked me to do. Just hope that my work can meet up to his expectation and &lt;em&gt;stay out of trouble&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TONNER COURSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just as my finished my int spec course, there's another one already lining up for at the end of Feb. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's a driving course!!&lt;/span&gt; Haha.. actually wanted badly to go for this course initially but tot I wun have the chance. Of course I was super happy when I knew I got selected for this course, but think morale dampen a little when my friends started warning me tt I got to do more shitty tasks when I finished tt course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be learning to drive &lt;em&gt;rover and tonner&lt;/em&gt;! Haha.. it's a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5 tonner&lt;/span&gt; man! Never imagine myself driving that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big, gigantic lorry&lt;/span&gt;. Praying hard that I'll able to maneuver it well and pass my military driving test for the test time. Failing the test will mean tt I'll have to prolong my stay in tt ultra far SEMBAWANG camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. but I actually see gaining experience as a more impt thing. Believe that this will definitely serve as a platform for me to perform better when getting my civi class 3 license. Wanna pass it once and for all when I take the civi test.&lt;br /&gt;Make it &lt;em&gt;SWIFT and DECISIVE&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;20th BirthDay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Celebrated my 20th birthday not long ago. Seriously, there isn't any celebration. Juz had dinner with my family, eating my mum home cooked &lt;em&gt;BUDDHA JUMP OVER THE WALL&lt;/em&gt;. She spent like 50 bucks to learn how to cook this dish at some community center. Yeah.. she always has this passion in cooking. Haha.. but think I dun really know how to appreciate that dish. It's more like sea cucumber in thick gravy. Nothing special though there are some abalone and some dunno what expensive ingredients. Dunno why ppl spend so much outside eating tt dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah..Can't believe I existed on this earth for &lt;em&gt;2 decades&lt;/em&gt;. Think it's like a milestone for me. Actually spend some time with myself trying to formulate some 10 yr plan on paper. Hee.. juz something on what I want to achieve in the next 10 yrs. Believe that this kind of goal setting will somehow steer me into the correct direction and make my life more fulfilling. Dun wanna to find myself looking back when I'm 30 and realized that I've achieved nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that, I got one longing wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that my height will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more proportional&lt;/span&gt; to my age. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113887875444868393?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113887875444868393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113887875444868393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113887875444868393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113887875444868393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113606487907540665</id><published>2006-01-01T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:34:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1st post fOr 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... think there's something wrong with this blog skin. gonna change it soon le. the pictures i uploaded didnt turn out the way that i expected it to be. Nvm, this aside... haha.. it's A NEW YEAR now!! wah.. can't believe 2005 passed so quickly and almost a year of my NS is gone! yeah...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.. juz to let u ppl noe.. i'm actually blogging at PS house. Just had a new year celebration at his house and a few of us stayed over. heh.. and right now, those 3 pigs(ws, ps, alex) are all snoring behind me. Guess they are all shag out by the whole night of celebration. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think we got a lively celebration. haha.. all thanx to the games master, alex. One game that was particular memorable to me was the guess ur 2/5 classmates game. haha.. can't believe we actually forget quite a few no. of classmates in our sec 2 class. and that linghoong.. duh!! she can't even rmb those ppl who were from 2/5 studying in her same sec 3 and 4 class with her lor! haha.. actually didnt fare well for this game too. especially those low profile one. muz start flipping thru my year book le. :)&lt;br /&gt;And! The phycatrist(spelt like this?) game made us erupt into laughter for dunno how many countless times. haha.. cant' believe we actually dig out so many juicy gossips from juz one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. really enjoyed a lot in welcoming the new year with those old buddies. hope it will be a smooth sailing year ahead of me. haha.. ambitious hope i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway, wanna take this opportunity to wish everyone a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hApPy New yEaR&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113606487907540665?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113606487907540665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113606487907540665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113606487907540665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113606487907540665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-post-for-2006-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113599265477774877</id><published>2005-12-31T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:37:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone</title><content type='html'>Sony Ericsson or NOKIA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually thinking of getting a SE K600i phone in feb next year. But.. hearing comments from my friends kind of influence me to make me reconsider my decision. Most of the friends I asked were not very happy with the SE phones tt they are holding. Of the 6 to 7 of my friends who were holding SE phones, around 3 ppl lamented tt their scroll up-down button are not in gd working condition. 4 ppl also complained that batteries sux. Haha.. there's one of my friend whose K750 battery can only charge up to 3/4 full every time and there was once the phone even black out!! Complaints on lousy ear piece are also frequently heard. But I've to admit their phone designs are at least one grade better than nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think nokia scores in terms of quality and durability. But the design is like always so big and bucky leh. And their slim, stylish phone normally belongs to the high end prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. go for the design or the quality??? Beats me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113599265477774877?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113599265477774877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113599265477774877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113599265477774877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113599265477774877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/handphone.html' title='Handphone'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113599236550166394</id><published>2005-12-31T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:35:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid MozZies</title><content type='html'>Stupid MoZzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mosquitoes in my bunk really piss me off!! Wah kau.. I'm like sleeping in jungle every night lor! There are dunno how many countless nights that I woke up becos I can't stand the itchiness! Wrapping my whole body in blanket doesn't help cos those mosquitoes will just concentrate their mode of advance to my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;! and every morning, I'll wake up to find myself with a swollen ear/swollen forehead/swollen lips or swollen cheeks. arGh!!! I wonder when the camp will start to do some serious fogging on that area to get rid of those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOOD SUCKING&lt;/span&gt; creatures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113599236550166394?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113599236550166394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113599236550166394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113599236550166394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113599236550166394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-mozzies.html' title='Stupid MozZies'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113577841239991896</id><published>2005-12-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:02:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOing CRazy</title><content type='html'>GOing CraZy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...! I can't believe my superior is telling me to do research for him! so sian lor.. aND it's about PHYSICS somemore!! aND my physics really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUX&lt;/span&gt;! still cant forget screwing up for my experiment in A lvl. Now i got to research on EM waves, operations of radar, UHF, VHF and blar blar...!! so DRY and CHIM..! i practically burnt 2 out of 4 days of my leave researching on all those stuff that only engineering students will touch on. OMG, quick send me for a course and get me OUT of this shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113577841239991896?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113577841239991896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113577841239991896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113577841239991896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113577841239991896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-crazy.html' title='GOing CRazy'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113577758048393602</id><published>2005-12-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:58:11.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frUitFuL chRiStmAs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/happy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/theguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/theguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A frUitFuL chRiStmAs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay...! think this year christmas eve gathering is undoubtedly a sucessful one! The attendance was &lt;em&gt;far beyond expectation&lt;/em&gt;. everyone I could think of attended the gathering, except for our dear kok wee, who was err... busy entertaining his galfriend!! SOME FRIEND HOR!!! haha.. but nvm.. u are forgiven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the gathering mood is a lot livier than the previous year. . Last year was like a bit gloomy. Guess everyone thought that we would soon be enlisting or going to uni and wouldn't have time to have such a celebration again. But hey!! Didn't we MAKE IT this yr??! We all got together to spend christmas- once again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the interaction b/w the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;boy gang&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;girl gang&lt;/span&gt; has made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VAST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; improvement?? the boys were playing their card games while the girls were engrossed in theirs inititally. Then unknowningly, groups started to form with guys and gals in each group playing cards. Think the last part was the best. Everyone just started gathering together to play some chinese language games and err.. games tt think only CHILDREN will dare to do!! haha.. All thanx to lh and her gang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift exchange was another highlight of the night.. Thanx to sz revolutionary ideas, think the gifts we receive were more meaningful. haha.. but oops.. think i bought the gifts far before sz mentioned her ideas to me &amp; WS ended receiving kind of a unisexual gift from me. heh.. so paiseh. Hmm.. as for me, i got a door tag from limei which i think i'll be hanging it in my hostel in the near future. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe gathering ended quite late. In fact, VERY LATE. kind of suprise the gals can actually stay out till so late. it was 3am when the remaining 7 survivors started packing up. No bus, no mrt and kind of reluctant to get a cab, we WALKED all the way home! and tt poor ps, got to walk for dunno how many km.. haha.. 'gd mental training' ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. here.. muz really thank u guys for giving me such a meaningful night. u guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photots&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/the%20chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/the%20chef.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/gamblingden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/gamblingden.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/confused.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/idoexisthereok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/idoexisthereok.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/lookoverlah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/lookoverlah.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/thegifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/thegifts.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/keepurmindalert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/keepurmindalert.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/skillfulcutting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/skillfulcutting.0.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/1600/allhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5283/1768/200/allhappy.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113577758048393602?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113577758048393602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113577758048393602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113577758048393602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113577758048393602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/fruitful-christmas.html' title='A frUitFuL chRiStmAs..'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18147265.post-113531039438041125</id><published>2005-12-23T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:06:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wELCoME!!!</title><content type='html'>heiyo!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;welComE to my BLOG!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha.. u guys muz be wondering why such a weird name for my blog. heh.. actually couldn't think of any special names for my blog when i was told to set one. Then.... there's this packet of ntuc tissue paper in front of my table that caught my eyes. haha.. so i juz name my blog after tt brand! come to think of it.. i LOVE shopping at ntuc!! haha.. there's one near my house and i always &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to go there when i've a craving for snacks. so think this blog name kind of suits me! haha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. really sorry if my page looks &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;DULL&lt;/span&gt;. still figuring out how to operate this bloggy thinggy. thinks like tag board and dunno wat blog skin. THEY LOOK SO COMPLICATED TO ME!! so pls.. give me time to figure out all these while i keep u guys updated to things that are happening ard me!! oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18147265-113531039438041125?l=ntucman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/feeds/113531039438041125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18147265&amp;postID=113531039438041125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113531039438041125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18147265/posts/default/113531039438041125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntucman.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcome.html' title='wELCoME!!!'/><author><name>tWh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06857736418324193009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
