<?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-16348766</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:40:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16348766.post-115364295935915101</id><published>2006-07-23T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:22:39.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privileged</title><content type='html'>You just won’t know how great it is unless you managed to go up yourself to take a look at it. Over the privilege boundary lies an exclusive corner where you get to witness just about the best of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above anyone else, on the 65th floor. You see what the privileged see. The great sight aside, it is the feeling too. For a while, I am one of the privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny how we(Sheng, Fahizul, Alaric and me) managed to get up to the 65th floor of Swissotel The Stamford yesterday. Those who know probably know that the highest anyone without the proper access card is the 59th story. And there wasn’t any fabulous sight at all here at this level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk out the elevator. Walk around through the circular corridor. No window panels. No shiok view. Only a cleaner’s greet(Heh, though the greet was enough to make me feel rich already though.) That’s exactly how we explore level 59 with a tinge of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianded, we proceed to the elevator again hoping to get to higher floors. I was thinking if we should take the stairs especially since we can’t go on any higher liao by the elevator. Lucky we didn’t, we took the elevator and already within it is some guy who is probably some company’s high-ranking staff or something. He was heading for level 65. I tried to press level 66 but the light on the floor selector won’t light up(Abit paiseh because at this point of time I still do not know one have to has a access card to slot it in order to access higher floors.. but I pretended it lit up lar haha). So we pretend pretend to go along with the guy. No wonder he looked at us with this bewildered look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about he was getting off to level 65, we tried to make comments to look as if we weren’t free-riding him(though we actually were. lmao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey he say is at the 66th floor”, one of us said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl, who’s the “he” and what is at 66th floor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the rich guy couldn’t care less about us and made his way out when the lift door open. We also exited lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I assure you the feeling was damn song. We walk for a short while before entering a soulless gymnasium. Inside the gymnasium there’s a balcony located just behind a full-length glass slider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated to open lar, just in case it triggered some alarm or something then before you know it a few burly-sized security guard trained in the most powerful form of martial arts armed with the ultimate security weapons appear and drag us away by our arm. Alaric was prompting us to open the door especially since we have it hard to reach the particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Open it, the best of Singapore. In front. Just open”&lt;br /&gt;My mind urged me to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alaric, on one side,&lt;br /&gt;“Open lar, just open, open leh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck care lar, die also die lar, don’t want to waste the chance. So we open the door and enter the Balcony. Woooooo.. what a sight to behold. Chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overlooking the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Up there, although a pity didn’t managed to enjoy the view to the max because the feeling was like, 1/3 trying to take as many pic as possible, 1/3 still song‘ing’ over the fact that we managed to get up there with the last 1/3 scare that the few burly-sized security would really appear. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The amount of things you can cast your sight on is almost ¼ of the whole of Singapore. Maybe lesser lar. But really still a lot. Level 65 leh. Mai siao siao. Well, for those who take flights often probably won’t receive the same amount of impact the view had on me, a virgin on flight. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esplanade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Up there, everything now appeared very minute. The esplanade as big as durians. The cars resembling ants scurrying for food. And the people(I didn’t really even see any people) like sand. Given more time, I would have appreciated the sight even more. But as for now, I will try to take as many good shots as possible for later viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you looked down from the balcony, even the strongest heart would experience a shot of fear, a fear of falling down and disintegrate into many pieces upon impacting on the ground. You know, like when you smash a glass sphere onto the ground. Ok, I don’t know whether the human body is that brittle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Notice the miniature size of things?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even me, whose legs don’t usually go all wobbly because of height sense the wobbliness in my legs. I shall save on someone’s maluness of having his leg felt like jelly at the moment of time lmao! Kudos to Sheng who claim he felt no fear(which I highly doubted actually lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/GoodView5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the three of them. With the spectacular backdrop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There’s no everlasting banquet. A saying in Chinese, how true eh? Just a while more, a lady(probably someone working there) enter the gym, requested us to leave in a very polite manner which is so ironical for me had been thinking about the few burly security guards who would probably had demanded us to leave in the harshest tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, instead a very polite “This is a exclusive area which you should not be here”, “Besides, you all took pictures already” and “Thank you for your understanding.” While the first two sentences might not sound very polite from the way I typed it out here, but it was expressed out in a very pleasing manner by the lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic service. Although I would expect nothing less from someone who’s job include meeting the many distinguished guests who dawn upon Swissotel The Stamford every day from around the world. But to us? A few curious teenagers who free-rided their way up? She still showed such politeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although we had to be “escorted” to the lift and were made sure that we took the lift back to the ground level by the lady in the end, it is still ok lar. We understand, her job mah. One fine day when I make it big, I will thank her personally if I ever have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;65th floor.. Woooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115364295935915101?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115364295935915101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115364295935915101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115364295935915101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115364295935915101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/07/privileged.html' title='Privileged'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115278608438608647</id><published>2006-07-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:59:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Extreme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The long-awaited cousin's dinner finally occurs 2 weeks ago on Sunday. I took very long to come up with this post so well, yea 2 weeks ago lol. But then, not everyone turned up. Four of us went. Ken, Ming, Qiqi and me. Sad huh? We can never had a proper full reunion outing. It has been planned for very long liao leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened one fine day in sec3 or 4 when I meet up with my cousins. We then plan an outing/dinner/gathering so as to update with each other or something. Ken, ming and Qi pretty close to me actually so we also know what’s up with them about their recent on-goings. But not the others. Some of my cousins I see like once a year? During Chinese New Year? Where one long-time-no-see cousin will sweep our money away. . Haha. My luck these years S.U.C.K. Totally. Probably should stay away from gambling next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I was saying, then the outing just drag on. A year passed. Then a second. Before you know it, it’s ancient already. This outing is like always resting at the back of our mind, then when sometimes we do see each others, the thought would jolt back again. We would then ask each other when’s the outing. Then maybe we will choose some days when we thought we are free. But after that, it is somehow forgotten again, and the idea of the outing slumbers back to sleep. Sleepmode. Occasionally, we would really feel like having the outing planned swee swee and go around asking but the timing is always not right. Always clash with somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Sunday last week, Kenner suddenly cannot wait anymore. So he asked my through msn in a wtf-wait-so-long-still-not-there tone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey when is the outing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we invited a few others(just so happen that quite a number of my cousins were online) into the convo. A few crappings around, some harmless quarrels and someveryfunnywayoftypingwithoutspaces(Sorry, I can’t remember if QIQI typed like this during the convo, but I think of her, I think of this, so I might as well include this lmao). By the end of the convo, we settle for the dinner at that very night. Lightning fast. Something in planning for eons just settled in a 1-hour-convo. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the last-minuteness of this whole outing, cannot quite blame those who cannot make it. One is working when I msged him and he has to work till 10pm. So he’s out. Another have a test on the following day. You see, really always clash with somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we chose between Satay Chooloot or Marina’s Steamboat. You heard it right, the Satay chooloot we all see in Malaysia and almost never in Singapore. But while on the MRT, nearing Cityhall, I think I asked are we all sure where’s the place. This got us panicky. Ok, not exactly panicky, but abit worry lar. I also don’t feel like taking any risk by going to the Satay Chooloot’s place where we thought where it is only to find nothing in the end.(Btw, it is opposite Paradiz Centre. Checked the place a few days ago and now we are sure where is it liao. Plus the price is right and the food seems so too. Probably will try that sometime I hope) Then, only when we have no choice but to go Marina’s Bay, it will be damn sian liao. Besides, while still hesitating whether to go Satay Chooloot, Cityhall is nearing liao. So I suppose that we thought might as well alight here and cross over to Marina’s Bay where the many steamboats places are definitely there. They just don’t disappear overnight yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/TheThree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Qiqi. Kenner. Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So add one more Chong Pang experience to my food adventures. It was the first time there with my cousins. Hope with the first time embarked, we will go for even more in the future. The food there this time is a 5.5 out of 10 for me. Slightly wee bit higher than average. Being able to eat what you cook(bbq etc) yourself add to the total points. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/SoManyPrawns.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can challenge Sheng's record lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Food which I eat without me thinking, “What crap is this?” are usually 4 to 5. 6 is above average. 7 is good food. 8 is delicious. 9 is heavenly. 10 bo wei kong. I don’t think I have come across any food reaching 9 yet. Much less 10. Lol, sounds like a food connoisseur. No lar, just Qing’s own humble opinion nia lar. Of course, I must still persevere on to work hard for big money next time for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/CamelNeck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Moggle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/CreepyHand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fireboy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The thing with buffet is that if you are a big eater, si bei wu hua one. Though it does not necessarily mean a good thing for the operators lar, see people sit down there for some good hours eating away food almost non-stop. If everyone does that, it will be strange if the place don’t pok. I guess it is lucky not everyone eat like some glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/Chopstick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Qiqi.Typinglikethisissodamncool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For me, I can’t exactly sit down at the buffet place and just chiong the food throughout. I must have a break or something in between. Let my stomach rest awhile. Then it’s food time again! This is where Marina Bay has an advantage. With the recreational activities(arcade, bowling among others) situated swee swee around the vicinity where we had our food, any time we feel like it, we can just make our way down to the arcade or something. Of course, a few must still stay back to look after the things lar. It’s just a break afterall. Not an ending lol. The arcade in Marina’s Bay is kind of underused I will say. A rather big arcade, with machines that is not super-dated. There’s even Drummania, what more can I ask for??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But like I say lar, it seems to be under-used. I mean, it is quite a sad sight if you go in the afternoon. It would usually be very empty. Easy life for the cashiers there arh? Then the bowling also. Few people plays there in the afternoon during weekdays. No wonder it is dirt cheap. $1.50 per game there nia. The equipments and lane there is not really in prime conditions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the lack of customer is due largely to the fact that few people go for buffet in the afternoon(which I suppose made up the bulk of the customers. Eh wait, the buffet is not even open for business in the afternoon) plus the fact that the place is rather far. Far as in, you have to go to Marina Bay which is at the end of the orange line(can’t remember what name, but I usually refers to it by the colour.), then you have to take a bus which will then bring you deeper in. Machiam a forest/park with the amount of flora there. Depends on how you look at it, it can actually be a pleasant place especially when it is situated pretty close to the CBD area. A break for the working people perhaps? But I don’t think they have the mood to go for a stroll in the park during break in between their hectic working hours lol. Also, it also make quite a nice place for a family day I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I recommend this location with the steamboat and more to those who have not been there yet. Not bad a place, budget too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/BackHomeHome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115278608438608647?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115278608438608647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115278608438608647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115278608438608647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115278608438608647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/07/shining-extreme.html' title='Shining Extreme.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115271974523006774</id><published>2006-07-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:55:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Championship Manager</title><content type='html'>World Cup is over. Hmm, the next one would be 4 years later liao. Abit wasted that the siaos didn’t watch the final together. Buay steady leh they all. Though, it was still an enjoyable experience tonning at Fahizul’s house which saw Zidane headbutting people. Oh not forgetting the day when I went Kenner’s house too to watch the 3rd/4th placing match between Germany and Portuga. But then, I slept just minutes before the match start. And when I woke up, it was already some half-a-day gone lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, went to Kenner house on Saturday night after a afternoon with him and another cousin, Ming. Went to play pool at first. This session was fun. Fun as in, my passion for pool is re-ignited. Really, my hands are so itch for another session of pool. Gonna ask Alaric or my cousins again for another session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after pool, we went over to citylink and I bought a new pair of slipper. The one I was wearing is very slippery until it malu-ated me earlier the day when I almost fell while alighting the mrt. I am sure a lot of people see it. Though when I turn around, everyone just pretend pretend. Must be laughing like what in the heart. Now the new slippers super good. Powerful grip even on wet surfaces. Now I can finally walk without looking as though I am skating or what. At night, went over to Kenner’s house to stayover for the world cup match. But I was really tired for the day and cannot dong. Lousy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the next day’s match, my take on Zidane’s headbutting is that it is utterly pity to see someone as great a player as Zidane exiting the soccer scene in this manner. Such unglorified manner. To think it was his last match of his career and he exited like that. Just imagine he lead France to become the champion for the prestigious event and after that then he left. That would have been the best outcome seriously. There was a lot of speculations and lip-readings that suggest just what was said to provoked him. That brings me to something. You have something against someone, confront him upfront and aim him only. To drag one’s family in is actually just a fucked-up way of saying “I am a fucking ccb”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is quite funny in a sense when you see the headbutting. I mean, at least something like a push in retaliation would have been much less uncool then what? A headbutt? Alaric and me were laughing mad when the incident happened. Ben too. Fahizul just.. slept through. Aiya, Alaric and me anything also can laugh. Barthez oh Barthez LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccentricity = 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the good thing watching a match with a group of friends. It can be really fun. The atmosphere we watched in is pretty good too. Total darkness with only the light from the TV plus a power air-con and a rainy night. Laughter filled the living room. I hope we didn’t disturbed Fahizul’s family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I support Italy for if they win, that would means that I am a packet of seaweed and Pringles richer. Not forgetting I am already a kfc-meal richer. Lol. France open the game with a goal which was quite a sianded factor for me. Luckily it was quickly equalized. Actually France had a team which I thought wasn’t really that good at first and was already lucky to be able to make it into final. But while watching them play in the final game especially in the second round(prior to that, I never watch any of the French-played game), I must say, they are a quality team. I respect them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the tournament is over. 4 years shall it be for the next soccer craze.&lt;br /&gt; 1460 days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115271974523006774?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115271974523006774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115271974523006774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115271974523006774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115271974523006774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/07/championship-manager.html' title='Championship Manager'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115186374607022493</id><published>2006-07-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:09:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onion Roti Prata</title><content type='html'>Finally the Medical Checkup is over on Friday which I went with Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my CLA test because of it and I don't know if I should be happy. No exam song lar but kinda feeling incomplete leh. I mean, you don't get the satisfaction of completing the block test with one test still untake and the fact that you will still be retaking anyway some other time. Meaning, at the end of the day, I will be the last one to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles needles and needles. Took the pricks and blood test on the Medical Checkup. Most who know me well know I fucking hate needles. K lar, I have a fear in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my name was call for the prick, I knew I had to do it. Wouldn't have wanted any delay as it will only prolong the whole thing. LOl, turn out, not very pain leh. The blood test too. The pain is nothing at all. But what irks me is when the needle go into my skin. Not much pain sure. But no thanks anyway. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/1600/DSC00137.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I may have a deficiency in my blood call G6PD-deficiency or something. The NS people couldn't be sure so they will mail me the result some other day. But the thing is, all along from young, I never once had any allergy. My health booklet didn't register that, neither have I had any allergy to anything. Not any that I know of. I only scare need me to go back for a second blood test -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tiring morning on the checkup day since I woke up early. Went home liao just sleep. And woke up still feeling sleepy actually. But that shouldn't actually be the case because last time in secondary I also wake up that early. Older = Lazier. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Alaric asked wanna watch soccer that night. Sure thing lar, so we started asking around see who wanna meet and go his house to watch. In the end, Ck, Ww, Yy and me went his house to see. Long time since I last ton at my friends' house. Actually, we were much more interested in the match between Argentina and Germany. It turned out to be boring. Goals from both sides were pretty stringy eh. I wanted the South Americans to win too but they didn't. The host country won. Nvm lar. Watch watch see see, no need take seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00137.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me trying to do a candid shot. Opps, Ck saw it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first match ended, we went down Alaric's house to a 24-hour restaurant to grab a bite. That's why if we all live same area best. Anytime of the day hungry, just call and we can meet up anywhere to eat or even just talk cock. Maybe next time when we have car, it will be possible. But for now, it's hard to meet up when some of us live different area and our "go-home-time" is dictated by the public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi you say? I would rather walk home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/ActCute.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheespie lar. Mai act cute leh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/ActingCute.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Michael Wong. Or is it Ah Yoke? Or Yokie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the meal, we went to play soccer. Lol soccer craze. Alright, they played, I didn't. I just watch nia. I only watch and don't play. Like I always say, I cannot play for fuck. So no thanks. The field below Alaric's house is very good. Big with a lot of sports facilities. Basketball, soccer court and even a toilet lol. Though the lights were not switched on at that hour. But at this hour, there's no people there also. Quiet. Except for the few occasional cars moving past and our noise. Pretty much "our" place. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/ActingCute2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Captain Lam! And sleepy Ck. .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played until well into almost the end of the first half of the second match between Italy and Ukraine before we go back his house. Well, not interested in that match. Italy won 3-0 which isn't to anyone's surprise. But we watch nonetheless the full match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us almost buay dong liao by then. But the Winning Eleven on Alaric's comp kept those sleepy awake by taking turn playing. Again, not me, I don't really play computerised soccer as well. Lol, those playing seemed more interested in the game than the match itself. Ww after playing his turn on the comp almost wanted to lie on the bed to sleep liao. Lucky never, or else we all probably will be sleeping liao leaving out the opportunity to see sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we wanted at first to go down his house to some place(haven decided at that moment of time) to see see watch watch sunrise. But almost didn't make it since a few already want to sleep liao. Haha, lousy. Luckily we still went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance from Alaric house to Lower Seletar Resevior isn’t exactly what you will call near. We walk for sometime, eventually thinking that we will miss the sunrise. That was what probably prompted us to jog so as to faster reach there. The air in the morning is really fresh while jogging. But surely look very stupid as I wasn't wearing any sport apparels. Great huh? Complete that with a slipper, a very slippery slipper and you get a funny-looking-guy-trying-to-jog-in-a-funny-outfit. Heng it was very early in the morning so I suppose it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something eerie while on the way there. While walking one stretch of road into the reservoir with trees beside us, we suddenly sniff a fragrant smell from the forest. Nice smell out of nowhere suddenly?? Ok, shall stop about that here since I am typing this in a lightless room in a midnight now. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reach Lower Seletar Reservior and so we began our wait. CK was burying his head in his hands trying to sleep while the rest of us were busy taking photos and crapping and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/OnReaching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On reaching Lower Seletar Reservior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/Waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting . . Ck sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/Stillwaiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still waiting. . Ah Yoke also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for very long until light appeared in the sky and brightens it. Even after the sky totally brightens up we still see no sign of the Sun. Knn, surely we waited at the wrong place liao lar. Now to think of it since we were not exactly in the east also. Only until 7.30++ when we finally caught glimpse of the Sun hiding behind a big patch of cloud up above us. Best lar, wait so long for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guniang lar! Still waiting. Ck already woke up liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/Decidednottowait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forget about it -.- Shall take photos instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/TheSun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You want the Sun? There. The small red bright dot in the middle -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly nothing. We did took photos. A lot. Lol. Something we would dread to in the past. Ya, that's about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/400/DSC00192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siaos'06&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115186374607022493?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115186374607022493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115186374607022493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115186374607022493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115186374607022493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/07/onion-roti-prata.html' title='Onion Roti Prata'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115151278275317556</id><published>2006-06-29T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:06:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AA type</title><content type='html'>kns lao ku ku sia. Just now while chatting on msn with Siying and doing that just ONE example of maths, my calculator show signs of no batt. WTH sia, it has to happen just when tomorrow is my Maths' Block Test. I reckon that tmr sure no batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky can one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started seeking from my friends. Lucky Kelvin has an extra battery(of unknown type) and he asked me to check what battery model my calculator is using. So I quicky checked and wahha, it actually accepts "AA" battery. For those seriously suaku one, AA. Commonly seen as the 2nd member of the battery family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one big big round like tube one - which I call the big member of battery family&lt;br /&gt;Then the thin one though longer than the shorter one - I call the 2nd member of battery family&lt;br /&gt;Then the shorter thin one - small member&lt;br /&gt;Then a lot others smaller ones which I don't care. Unless I need them to play Digimon =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(I wanted to use "brother" for the word "member". Then I notice subsituting the word member for brother sounded pretty unglam. Even more so when u see how I describe them lmao. So ya, "member")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, feeling enormously relieved. I intended to head to the nearest 7-11 near my house which is still some walking distance. Then an even luckier thing happen, the mama shop near my house, is still open. So I felt even more heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so unlucky afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shall talk about post-physics, pre-maths period. Today(wednesday) no school for me because I have no test. That said, I didn't study yesterday, not even today, until around uhmm 2 hours ago? But I did some constructive stuff lar. In my view that is. I played with the dusty organ safety kept at one corner of my house and began playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with such grace, such skill.. Yea I lied. i just anyhow did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to play part of the corus of Otherside with BOTH hand. my left for the bass and my right for the guitar. You know, those electric organs can imitate those sound. I felt very proud of myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I told people before how great it would be to be able to play piano, organ or something. With that many pianos strategically positioned in my school(ok 1 only, but enough), if you have the substance, surely you can produce the "wow" effect. Haha, I am such a sucker for showing off. But I don't have the stuffs, so no use -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lar, my teacher taught me to be humble. And humble I am haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to crap already. Time to go for the last spur on Maths. With the help of junk food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-Script: This is not the entry I thought I was intending to post during the previous entry which I said about the entry being 35% completed. It's completed, but I suppose it can wait. Sorry for using Mr Darius Oh's name hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115151278275317556?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115151278275317556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115151278275317556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115151278275317556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115151278275317556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/aa-type.html' title='AA type'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115131121952054642</id><published>2006-06-26T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:46:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft 1.</title><content type='html'>Ok I am getting all excited over the next entry which I am going to post, now 35% finished. But I still have to show my friends first to correct any historical errors, accuracy and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I dunno, I might just decided not to post it given my fickleness in postings, which will then become an unfinished piece of work saved under .txt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lar.. hint hint* Mr Darius Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115131121952054642?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115131121952054642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115131121952054642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115131121952054642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115131121952054642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/draft-1.html' title='Draft 1.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115122039069350010</id><published>2006-06-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:32:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No cinnamon please.</title><content type='html'>The clock shows 8.45pm. I knew I only had 2 days left before school starts and block test begins. So I switched off my computer(for I have nothing else to do with it, or I would probably continue to use), reached out for the Maths file all along just in front of me, under my keyboard. At least there is still some interest for Maths within me. Physics? Uh, I would love it if all of it is about Quantum Physics(because it is the only chapter which I have the best understanding about). But sadly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Maths file in my hands now, I thought I would want to do some serious studying. Until, my cellphone rang, it showed Zul on the caller-id. I picked up, thinking maybe it is Zul wanting to ask about phones since he is buying one, but still contemplating, in his own words, about which models to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Qing, I was thinking if you wanna come out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orchard" - just then, Fahizul cut in: "Hi Yongqing" - "Yea hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I supposed I would rot at home anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROT. What a word I used. And to think just awhile ago I was thinking about studying. How is that for rotting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, enough of the narrative stuffs. So I went down to town to meet Zul, Fahizul and Ben to chill at Starbucks. I thought I would want to study also. So I brought 3 subjects down. Maths, Physics and CLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Qing, are you sure you wanna make your way down? You are supposed to study me.", Maths asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics rebutted: "Study? Oh please, you should be glad that he is even looking at you. Look at me, he doesn't even bother to LOOK at me, am I that unappealing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted reply "Ya", but after considering that it would probably hurt Physics a lot, I decided not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLA then shouted "Just stfu you two, he is going to study me. I am poetic. He is poetic. We are poetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaya.. and I am popiah" silently mumbling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArgHhhHH! I am going crazy. These voices are within me! LOl. K lar, we couldn't find any places to seat in Starbucks and we settle for Coffee Bean in the end. I did managed to study abit over there. Even hoping to complete my maths syllabus for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there until 12, then make our way down to the mrt station to catch the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The four of us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, let me amend the last sentence. We stayed there until 12, then make our way down to the mrt station to catch the match between Argentina and Mexico. Ben didn't went though. So the three of us make our way to Northpoint Mac at around 12.45am. Because the match commence only at 3, that means we have to wait for some time. Got study abit lar. Left with S1 and S2 for maths before switching off. While there also, we also asked those living in Yishun and are into soccer one if they wanna come down and join us. But buay steady leh, Jasmine don't want while Alaric got assignment to chiong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00070.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you I studied in Mac. Random Variable.. Arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the match itself, the first 10 minutes or so was quite exciting. Everyone was watching intently, ok exclude Fahizul. Then it comes to a stalemate. Both side were not scoring anymore and the whole game became draggy. I supposed sleepiness also kicks in here. I was getting drowsy. So can't exactly say the match wasn't interesting. But the 2nd goal for Argentina and the last goal for the match was beautifully scored. Really swee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the match ended. Bth. Upon reaching home, I fall flat on the di lum and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post come to an end now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, to the right of the table, suddenly shout to Qing, "Please, at least even look at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing can't be bothered. "Well, later."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115122039069350010?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115122039069350010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115122039069350010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115122039069350010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115122039069350010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-cinnamon-please.html' title='No cinnamon please.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115099513109642120</id><published>2006-06-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:52:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Mee Goreng</title><content type='html'>Instant noodle is once again part of my life. These few days while watching late night soccer matches, instant noodle is a must. Don't know why but the thought of instant noodles always makes me hungry and the next thing I know, I will be waiting patiently for the noodle to be ready. Ok lar, sometimes is my mouth itch I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth itch &gt; hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, the noodle cakes will end up in my stomach. Junk food. But I don't care. Food is something so wonderful and I hate to compromise on that. Although, sometimes money cost are to be considered seriously. That's why instant noodle are very economical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap + delicious(abit exaggerated, but some flavours of instant noodle really power).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is also partly why earning good bucks is a goal of mine. Because earning big money enables me to have a good life. And it just so happen that good food makes up a big bulk of "good life". Haha joking lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I divide instant noodles into 2 types. Packet ones and cup ones. Somehow, it always seemed that cup noodles' noodles are more "Q" or ermm elastic. The bite feel is very much better than packet ones. At least that was what I THOUGHT. Now I realize packet noodles' noodles are actually quite "Q" also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you cook it the right way. I seemed to be cooking it wrongly all the while. I mean, the instructions always say "put into boiling water for 3 minutes" or something. All the while I presumed it means putting the noodle cake inside the bowling water while the water is still boiling under the god-knows-how-high-the-temperature-is fire for a good 3 minutes. This almost always results in the noodle being soggy afterwards. This was why I dislike packet noodles. Recently, I tried switching to another method. Immediately after putting the noodle cakes into the boiling water, I switched off the fire. Letting it cool down with the noodles in it for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Much "Q"er noodles. And the fact that I am not suffering from any aftereffects from this method of cooking suggest that this method of cooking is feasible. Hah, try it people. Wait, or is it this is how you all cook all the while? Am I WOLS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am just eating instant noodles like I used to in the past. Those times, there was no soccer matches. But my late night hunger have to be fulfilled nonetheless so I turned towards instant noodles. Then I also dunno why, my consumption of such undesirable food suddenly decreased quite a bit for awhile. Like maybe a packet a fortnight or even lesser. Until recently I am hook to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must stop this unhealthy habit very soon. Heard that they actually waxed the noodle cakes(to preserve it or something?) with a kind of food wax. It is advisable to have not more than a packet in 3 days because our body use 3 days to digest it? But from what I am seeing it, it is like a 4 packets in a week. I probably gonna die of an overdose of instant noodles or commonly known as instant-noodlelly-death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. A post on instant noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115099513109642120?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115099513109642120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115099513109642120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115099513109642120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115099513109642120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/instant-mee-goreng.html' title='Instant Mee Goreng'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115047737190578600</id><published>2006-06-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T01:02:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairs of Suntec</title><content type='html'>It was supposed to be a class outing yesterday. My secondary school class that is. But funny leh, only 11 turned up. Out of this 11, like 7 are my friends from yj which are basically the siaos. Pretty much OUR outing. lol. Even the one who sent email to us asking for the outing didn't turned up. Strange. Add to it, it seemed like it was us enjoying ourselves, the others were.. hmm I also don't know what to say, not talking much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Marina Bay's Chong Pang steamboat-bbq-buffet. Quite alright considering that we didn't go there for some time. Last went was half a year ago I believe. We started eating at 6++ ending off around 10 something. Ate quite a bit. But then, won't gain weight = won't gain weight no matter what. Like wtf. But meeting the old classmates once in awhile is still quite cool although, well..  not many turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, the real outing of the siaos. Everyone on the stone of siao'05 were present. We started the day with waiting. Waiting for the usual late-comers that is -.-". But the good thing is, we are used to it so I guess, it eased the pain of waiting lol. The first stop for us was Queenway's Shopping Centre. But no, we are not going there to buy shoes like what we usually do in the past. Instead, we went there to look for bags. Well, the two cousins wanted. But they didn't bought in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went Bugis to settle some miscellanous stuffs. Alaric wanted to buy Jolin's CD while Sheng wanted to install Visual Radio into his phone or something. I supposed we went there to settle for our dinner too. We originally wanted to go Marina Bay's steamboat again. It was the original plan, but we did so yesterday. The class outing, remember? I guess most of us were just too sick to see all the seemingly whole lot of different chicken/mutton flavours. So we scraped the plan choosing Pizza Hut at Suntec after a very long decision-making time. We are really very nuisance man, to the public especially. Haha, the traits of the Siaos no doubt. How else do you think the name siaos was thus named? We just sit down ANYWHERE we feel like it and start being a nuisance. And please, do not ever let us listen to some very "impacting" song. Or you will definitely feel the impact of us reciting(yes, not even singing) the melody of the song. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always go by "You dunno them, they dunno you. So dun care" mentality. I supposed this is why we were able to be this impervious to the public's eye. The combat games of OPSS, the dari kiri in the streets, the "ErrrrHHhhHH" in YJ are just some among the infinitely many others. But as nonsensical they may be, there is no harm done to anyone one lar(I hope!). Haha. And that's what make us. At least that makes some good memories next time down the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story, after the dinner at Pizza Hut, we are chatting about how nice if we have had photographic traces of our secondary school life. That said, it meant that it would really be fantastic if we were not that photo-shy in the past. Whenever we takes photo usually very reluctantly, it would always be some not-enthu face and whatnots. It was very hard to take a good photo of us. Sheng even commented that he had to resort to candidly taking photos of us just so to have a photo. The zoo's photo for those who know. Actually if I am right, those 2 photos of the Zoo during sec 1 when we had to do a project is probably the only few, besides the class group photos which even then, our not-so-enthu face is almost always visible, that we had in reminisce of our secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, after our dinner, we took photos. Many. Lol, the number of photos we took in the very short time of just a few hours just now is already dunno how many multiples of the number of photos we took during the entire secondary school life. Pity we weren't able to keep track of our growth throughout the years last time. So I guess it is time for us to do something about it. CK mentioned about bringing his camera out next time for our future outings. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to outside Bugis Parco there afterwards thinking of watching WC match between Argentina and Serbia and Montenegro. There is a big screen showing the match. Latest news?(not that the latest actually lol) Argentina won by 6-0? Wahha.. power. Anyway, we didn't watched the match in the end as there is too many people. Took the train home. With yet more photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess today shall be remembered, for sure. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115047737190578600?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115047737190578600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115047737190578600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115047737190578600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115047737190578600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/stairs-of-suntec.html' title='Stairs of Suntec'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-115013224986093808</id><published>2006-06-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:10:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I just there's something funny with my eyebrows. Whenever I take photos, they almost never align with each others. Sibei pai kua leh. Alright man, must try to be conscious about that next time I take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am really thinking of changing my phone. I reckon if I were to recontract/contract with either of the 3 telcos plus trade-in, the phone which I wouldn't cost too "unattainable". I thought about w700i, w810i and well k750i. This series of phone is still going quite strong. But it is strange to buy back a phone which I once owned. Then some other phones which got me interested either have not reached our shores yet or very ex or combination of both. Don't know lar, plus soon I will be marching around liao, it would mean lesser time with the new phone. Of course, if I were to change, I still have half a year(enough for me to play with the phone enough) before enlisting. Otherwise, kinda waste for me to hang on with the current line since it has already ended so long liao with me seeing no incentive to continue using the same line. C'mon m1, offer me some vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an update of the things going on recently, drama, friend's birthday, jamming sessions after a long break. I guess I would not post them here since most are being accounted for in my friends' blog. Just hope that next time I am in the mood for reading, I will not forget the blog address of them. Nevermind, there's always the linkings. The links are ever-powerful really, you can link from anyone to anyone seriously. But abit on the jamming sessions, just had two sessions last week. Very fun. So long since we last jammed. so la si si si si la si la so~ Even Mr William was in some very hyper mood during one of the sessions. Haha, fun. Nevermind if we can't exactly play like pros, it is still FUN. So are we in for this year's Teacher's Day? haha. I will make sure that Darius Oh don't go dozing off -.-". Otherside.. woooo how long how long~ will I slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/band-133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A pic by Fahizul. Very well-done. Band133.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up? World Cup. It is really quite enjoyable to allow myself to catch on to the world cup craze. Although I suck at this game personally, I still enjoy the matches. Quite nice to watch. But actually last time I don't like to watch too like Fahizul and Sheng. I bet the two of them were bored to the max that day on the drama's peoples' outing with a small part of it at J8 open garden(?) watching a live match between England and Paraguay. After which we went for a late night show of "Bencewarmers". Comedy, not bad. But I want watch Cars, or maybe The Omen leh. Guess most likely not possible. So I am hoping HBO will show it sometime soon. Eh, I stray too far off from World Cup liao. Whatever, that's about it for what I have to say for this World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with the story, I just watched Troy on HBO. Still managed to make me sit through most of the show despite me watching before liao. Impressive battle scenes. But surely is computer generated one. Wonder what's Alaric's view on it? Lol, not good? Bro, find some time we ask the siaos out watch soccer la kopi talk-cock also can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With that, I end off my post with a picture below. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siao'05 30/12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-115013224986093808?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/115013224986093808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=115013224986093808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115013224986093808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/115013224986093808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/06/gus-bus.html' title='Gus Bus'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114831226114079618</id><published>2006-05-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:37:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peirce house. My house.</title><content type='html'>Floorball interhouse just came to an end earlier just now. I am quite happy with the results I must say. Peirce team 1 make it that far considering how we just barely scrape through on Saturday with a 3-man show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday first, after so many people didn't turn up and some issues here and there. In the end, only Zawlin, Marc and Me represented Peirce team 1. 3-man team is seriously very tiring, no substituting, no nothing, no anything. We played 3 matches that day. Against Admiralty Team 2, Rodney Team 1 and Canberra chronologically. The first two game were both a draw causing us having to go through the sudden death(penalty). Like shit lar, I simply cannot fucking aim the ball. It just go wayward. If not for the penalty goals by Zaw and Marc and the fact that we only have 3 people somehow adding to our advantage, we would have been out early in the quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last match was Canberra. Even though they were already out of this competition before this last match as they lost their first two matches, they put up a fabulous play nonetheless. We got thrashed 3-0. But we were lucky for the first two wins had saved us and warranted us an advancement to the semi-final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, no longer was the 3-man team, Sheng(Not my 3S writer friend lol) turned up. We played against Admiralty team 1 and Seletar. The first game was played with us getting a penalty early in the game. It looked like a good start. Only thing was that it was shattered just moments later when Admiralty was awarded with a penalty too. They score a goal just like how we did earlier on. Stalemate now. Lucky we manage to lead them by scoring yet another goal with a good pass by my teammate resulting in me sweeping the ball in scoring this decisive goal. *Whistle* We won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we know, we were contesting for the 1st and 2nd position now. Against Seletar. A very power house. Players there are very good. Now for this final game. The first goal was sadly scored by Seletar. But luckily we were able to equalized it with almost the same kind of ball  scored earlier on against Admiralty 1. But Seletar just won't stop, very fast after we score our first goal, they scored their second. Fierce. Now it seemed quite doom for us. the score was 2-1. Seletar winning. Somemore almost the whole hall was cheering for Seletar. Nb. Haha. But just before we know it, our second goal was scored by none other than.. me! I happened to recieve the ball with no opponent in front of me. So I brought the ball towards the goal post and give a slight push. Lip liao. Very nice feeling lar. I never even score before during floorball trainings somemore and this time round, I achieve that in a competitive level. True, during the trials, I think I put in some goal, but you know lar, definitely not as fulfilling as the goals scored during the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just who will win now? Peirce or Seletar? That was probably the question in the spectators' mind. I was just as curious too. . . But sorry for Peirce-supporter, we lost. The final score was 3-2 with Seletar winning. Unstoppable. At least draw mah, then can play penalty haha. On second thought, maybe not. Would only have embarrassed myself more with my lousy penalties. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Peirce 1 secure a Second Position with Selectar being the First. Admiralty team 1 Third and Rodney team 1 fourth. As I said before, I am happy with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should worry whether I will be representing my school team for the coming floorball competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114831226114079618?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114831226114079618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114831226114079618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114831226114079618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114831226114079618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/05/peirce-house-my-house.html' title='Peirce house. My house.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114753707941048732</id><published>2006-05-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:18:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorro</title><content type='html'>I will just blog whatever come to my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, got a haircut today. Nice leh, I kinda like it. But then usually, whenever I feel that, there will always be people saying that my hair not nice. Bleh. The hairdresser quite friendly also, even got tea served. The price over there is also pretty much the same any other saloons charged, at $10(I stopped frequenting barbers for god know how long). Good service plus good price equals more visits from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, must thank Alaric for introducing a golf online game to me. It is call "Pangya", heard of it? Basically a golf game thrown in with some special shots and all. It is something quite fresh apart from the usual hack-n-slash, point-n-shoot and aim-n-fire kinda game. Something which can really eat away your time when you are bored. However, it is also because of the time-consuming nature of the game that is abit turn off. 3-holes which is what I usually play is still alright, usually taking up 10 minutes or so per game but more than that(6-holes, 18-holes even) it becomes draggy. In fact, even 3-holes something feel quite long already. But the feeling when you holed a ball through some impressive means like from some good yards away is quite satisfactory really. Maybe that's what keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straying away from golf, now I talk abit on Floorball. My cca now since last year when I first enter YJ. Actually, I also dunno why I pick this sport. I think it was because during last year CCA orientation one of my friend wanna check out Floorball, so the siaos tag along and tada, all of us are in it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball in YJ is actually not standalone. Rather, we have to play Hockey too if we wanna be in Floorball. But the Hockey in this school have deteriorated to such a state now that I would feel that it is better off just scraping away this whole counterpart to Floorball. Not letting us train in school even during CCA days is just.. just weird. Let me ask you, how do you feel having to train right under a void deck huh? I admit this game can be quite dangerous if misplayed and that not letting us play without the supervision of a teacher is still quite acceptable but making us train under a void deck? Wtf ok? But since Hockey season is already over, I shalln't make a fussy out of it. But for the betterment for future cohort, please, my dear Principle, please do consider scrapping away this whole part of the cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Hockey is quite a fun game. Minus the risk of getting injure, it is quite enjoyable. Executing the various shots successfully, also, like pangya, give you a sense of satisfaction. Plus, able to participate in the Hockey "A" division is quite a good experience too. Especially when I never once got any chance to participate in the school level. Speaking of which, something Mdm Shelia warned me about a week ago is quite sad to hear. She said something about if I am not able to improve my grades, I won't be able to participate for Floorball tournament. Guess what I replied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nvm lar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it now, I dunno wtf I was thinking back then lar. I probably feel that not participating for floorball also nvm. But I regret it now. Really, just when I feel that my passion of floorball is growing, this have to happen -.-". So if I really never get selected for Floorball I can also blame no one. Mdm Shelia could just say something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I warned you before, but you gave me this kinda attitude, so nah. You are not gonna represent the school. Face it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe the interhouse game is the last chance which I can play at a competitive level. I feel that these few days practising at home with my Floorball have improved my skill for it abit. At least I play much better now imho. So hmm, I shall perform during the interhouse game. I hope lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck then, for the Floorball interhouse compy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114753707941048732?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114753707941048732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114753707941048732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114753707941048732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114753707941048732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/05/zorro.html' title='Zorro'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114647898478743971</id><published>2006-05-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:23:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Cue</title><content type='html'>Lousy start for May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling interhouse compy this morning and I can only say the experience abit embarrassing. Di di lip long kang. Maybe I put it this way, I can play better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while playing halfway into the games, the bowling lane go cock up causing most of us having to wait for some time. It was bad enough that I have to wait so long for the lane to go back to normal, my hand still itch and decides to play pool beside the bowling lane and before I know, so many eyes(the other competitors) were on me and Zul playing. Nevermind if I played decently, I miss cue so many times, aiming machiam shoot bird, force on ball weak at times, fouled like mad and the ball even flew out of the table once. What can I say, I wish the thought of playing pool never come across my head then. Si bei kay kiang. Maybe the lack of pooling sessions caused all this nonsense, but then again, I just played yesterday leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding the time back to yesterday, I met up with Alaric, Kelvin, CK and Kaiheng for some pool action. Yes played POOL. But still played so badly this morning. Nb. Whatever, it had been some time since the group of us go out. Alright, some also never turn up. Sheng went to SLS with his "Dear". Ww with his "No thanks". What else? Kelvin then, with his usual complain about not enough people. Lol, I gonna make sure I bring one-million-three-hundred-and-forty-six-thousand-three-hundred-and-ninty-two people out for the next outing next time. Overall, the outing still ok lar, rather short though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding the time yet 24 hours back more, it was Saturday. 29/04/06. What can I say again? Happy Bday Ben! Make sure you win me when you retake your napfa hahaha. GOLD muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot more on Ben's bday but I am running out of time.. It's dinner time! I am out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off at 18.22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114647898478743971?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114647898478743971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114647898478743971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114647898478743971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114647898478743971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-cue.html' title='Miss Cue'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114580071659823363</id><published>2006-04-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:08:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 11</title><content type='html'>I see a spoilt clock showing 7.14pm, 7.14am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water bottle in the 2 o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty pepsi bottle in the 4 o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CLA notes in the 4 o'clock too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though nearer to me than the pepsi bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fan running at speed 3 in my 5 o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock showing 9.27pm directly behind me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what happened 365 days ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drummania 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post of numbers from 1 to 10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be off to study to get A1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114580071659823363?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114580071659823363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114580071659823363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114580071659823363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114580071659823363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/04/number-11.html' title='Number 11'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114494245406240378</id><published>2006-04-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:26:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anomalous</title><content type='html'>The night sky tonight is very spectacular. I guess the moon can really do wonders to illuminate the sky really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you have the time, just look up into the sky. It's amazing sometimes. You might even spot UFOs, I bet you will make news if you actually saw one. To think I actually believe that I saw an ufo when I was young, in primary three. Hah, even diligently doing a sketch on the "UFO" i saw because that was what I was told from a book, to do a sketch or film or photograph the ufo. Then when others told me what I am seeing is not what I am believing, I get pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nine years down the road, I also feel that what I saw was not what I had thought. Maybe as one grows, his thinking differs too. But then again, as much as the possibility of the object I saw being a true UFO is extremely low, even bordering on the impossible line, it could still be the real McCoy. Who is to say it is definitely not one? Unless you happen to be looking at the very object, at the very same day, at the very same time and you know something about this "object".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, is it not a UFO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114494245406240378?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114494245406240378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114494245406240378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114494245406240378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114494245406240378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/04/anomalous.html' title='Anomalous'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114477160239092737</id><published>2006-04-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:06:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex Number, or human?</title><content type='html'>How do I go about for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During gp lesson, I was kinda wondering and in fact hoping that our new classmate would come and join us. But never. LOl. Well, it adds to some fun factor for gp lesson with the presence of this new classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these few days math lessons is quite alright, I am paying attention. Why? Cause I have done quite a considerable amount of questions for the math tutorial. Complex number best. I like. Been some time since I am feeling such enthusiasm for maths wahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the school hour are just just about the same as usual. Nothing interesting or what. But I ain't stopping my post here, there's more to come. After school, Ben, Fahizul and I decided to grab something to eat while waiting for maths night classes to come. So we went over to KFC at Chong Pang to settle our sub-dinner. We talk, talk quite a lot at kfc there. But what struck me as something "worth-mentioning" was when as we walk back to YJC, we talked about our class, then Ben went on to talk about us, the guys in the class, actually not being as close as the girls in the class are. Well why? We seldom shares about anything really classified. From his word that is. Let me put it this way, I would refer to it as communication. We guys talk. Sure. But nothing really that personal. Some jokes here, some craps there. That's about it. So I jokingly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, ok we share secret now, what you wanna know?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Secrets eh? Sure I would share, who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point is, what Ben says is quite true I think. Communication is a really great tool. Friends are really suppose to have almost no restriction on what they should be talking about, expressing freely to each others about their point. What friend is that when you are always so polite to one another? Says nice things about each other for the sake of well, trying to be nice? Merely aquaintances strictly speaking I would say. Of course, I would still consider those to be friends, but "just friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to YJC, today's maths night class wasn't as fruitful as it was last week. Wasn't paying much attention for some part of the lecture. But still, I must applaud Mrs Kwang for taking out her time to actually have this night classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the maths classes, the same three of us went for dinner again at Mac, and more talks we had. More things we know about each other. Time passed by quickly as we speak. Finally reaching home at 10.30pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, is numbers really that complex? Or is it the interaction among humans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114477160239092737?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114477160239092737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114477160239092737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114477160239092737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114477160239092737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/04/complex-number-or-human.html' title='Complex Number, or human?'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114441996881840037</id><published>2006-04-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:33:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaweed</title><content type='html'>Ruay sou sou si dou si&lt;br /&gt;La sou la si si si si la si la sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone need to play the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let me introduce something good today. Everyone should try "Tao Kae Noi"'s Japanese Crispy Seaweed. Some nice snack seriously. In fact, it seems like it is selling so good that some shops had no more stock of it. There's the hot and spicy flavour, wasabi flavour, tomyum one and original. My vote goes to the Tomyum one though. My sis and I had been eating and buying this brand such that the shopkeeper below my house thinks that we are addicted to it. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114441996881840037?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114441996881840037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114441996881840037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114441996881840037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114441996881840037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/04/seaweed.html' title='Seaweed'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114395908975318150</id><published>2006-04-02T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:24:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medal of well, bo liaoness?</title><content type='html'>Just seen CK's post about the outing yesterday. Generally what was done was mentioned in his blog. The fun we had, the dirt we kena, the rain we had to endure. Probably something which is going to be in my mind for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to add on something. I calculated that we walked/trekked some 16km yesterday. That's three times the distance covered during YJ's jogathon earlier this year. While it doesn't seemed much numerically, the distance we covered is more than enough if you started walking straight from YJC to Plaza Singapura. In fact, with enough excess to still do a 2.4km napfa run. Wahaha.. I don't know if it means that we are that bo liao with really nothing nothing to do for walk-trekking for so long a distance or whether Singapore is indeed really small. But then again, I am so proud of this rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just let me brag for this once alright? It won't kill to let me right? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114395908975318150?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114395908975318150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114395908975318150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114395908975318150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114395908975318150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/04/medal-of-well-bo-liaoness.html' title='Medal of well, bo liaoness?'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114372855444634445</id><published>2006-03-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:22:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metroid Prime: Hunters</title><content type='html'>I have finally laid my hands on MPH on Tuesday's night. Shall give some thoughts on this game after some time of playing. Take note though, I have not really played this game for long, so any comments made now are subjectable to changes in the future when more quality time are allocated to this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I must say the controls for the game is really fresh. It was partly because of this control system where you control with the stylus such that I find it interesting enough for me to spend some money on it. It sure shares some resemblance to the WASD/mouse combination of PC, but it does takes time to get use to. Afterwhich, I shall rock muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline seems acceptable enough such that I would love to see how the story unfold. What the octoliths and such. Pretty cool. The idea of introducing other bounty-hunters besides Samus herself to compete for the octoliths is a nice idea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic-wise, I think the effect of playing, watching too much games with fantastic gfx have really taken its toll on me. That is not to say the graphic in MPH is substandard. Maybe I put it this way, the graphic didn't really wow me. Although I won't make a big fuss for this since I didn't anticipated much in this area. A bit maybe, but not to the extent where the graphics would have determined whether I would buy this game or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reserve my thoughts on the sound department since I have not been paying much attention to the game sounds while I was playing these few days. Then also, more or lesser "oomps" would not have make a hell lots of a difference for me considering its just a portable device. Frankly speaking, I wouldn't hestitate to volume down/turn off the sound if needed to. But so far, the sounds didn't suck and sound awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the wifi feature whereby you competes with players all over the world. Very nice I would say. Sure, I didn't like the feeling where you can't just connect to the net and find anyone to battle with all options available(battle modes, etc), but I guess I can live with that. They make it such that only with another player's so-call friendcode(The rival thing I am still not completely sures of how it works) can you play and chat with them without restrictions. Maybe I should commend on the developers' effort too for trying hard not to allow unwanted situations from happening(Now tell me, how many times have you been cursed or well, have cursed while ingame, in an online game?). Though I still feel that a complete and unrestricted internet experience would have been great. However, like I say, I can live with that. The wifi features also spur me on to train in the game to compete with players all over world. Just imagine getting pro in the game and starts owning everyone making everyone fear of and heard of your name. But as of today, I have only played one online game, and got owned pretty badly, but just some time is all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for my early thoughts on the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114372855444634445?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114372855444634445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114372855444634445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114372855444634445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114372855444634445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/metroid-prime-hunters.html' title='Metroid Prime: Hunters'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114347106966024160</id><published>2006-03-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:56:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Per Hour</title><content type='html'>Outline of these few days starting from Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;27/03/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Official school after 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-Some of the results are back.&lt;br /&gt;-Sucky as usual.&lt;br /&gt;-Surprisingly, some comments on my chinese language paper really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;-Really hope my CLA literature paper wouldn't be badly done. Still left CLA and Physics test yet to be given out.&lt;br /&gt;-Got back my ds.&lt;br /&gt;-Guess it would only be a matter of time before I get MPH.&lt;br /&gt;-But should I?&lt;br /&gt;-Still wondering if its an impulse decision.&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever, the wifi feature is just too cool to allow me to make a rational decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;26/03/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A day at home.&lt;br /&gt;-Read a lot on Metroid Prime: Hunters's reviews and related things.&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling very Metroidish. I am gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;-Vital Sign as usual. Usual mix of owning and owned.&lt;br /&gt;-Took out SW:Kotor to play again.&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling the heat of school for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25/03/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Swimming with the siaos. And siao we are.&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch at some prata place at the location which I am always said to refer to as "Old Nee Soon"&lt;br /&gt;-Buying of shoes(CK's turn finally) yet again in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;-Nice shoe I would say.&lt;br /&gt;-Went popo's house afterwhich to meet Mum and Sis.&lt;br /&gt;-Played Gunbound there. Still faring not bad.&lt;br /&gt;-Quite fun I would say especially after a few centuries of not playing it.&lt;br /&gt;-Helped my cousin earn some 8888 gold in the game. Believe it. As exact as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114347106966024160?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114347106966024160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114347106966024160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114347106966024160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114347106966024160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/miles-per-hour.html' title='Miles Per Hour'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114330412090710463</id><published>2006-03-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:28:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilma</title><content type='html'>Handphones's integrated camera are really getting better and better each day. It would not be long before vga camera are gonna be extinct. 1.3mp ones getting quite obsolete. Heck, even 2mp ones might also be getting quite outdated within some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera phone these day are really getting better and better by the day. I dare say they actually come close to some of the older digital cameras. Well, at least that digicam of mine. Cannot make it really. Quality it produce is erm.. But what to complain, freebies for signing something up more than TWO years ago. So well, yea no complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, pics taken by phones these days are really good. k750i ones was and are still quite amazing now imho. Actually, the first 2mp I know are the Mitsubishi M900(yes they do not only make cars and fridge) I think. It takes photos which made me "wow" for some time until SE K750i came out. I heard there is some crazy-digit mp camera phones out there in the market. But well, never really seen/use or even heard enough of them before. So I gonna reserved my opinion on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now SE is coming up with 3.2mp camera phone which they are even gonna use the cybershot name on it. With the standard SE have set for 2mp phone like the k750i. I am actually quite interested in this new 3.2mp camera phone. k800i and k790i I think. With the former being a 3G one while not the latter. Though 3.2 mp phone have already existed for some time. Notably Sharp V903SH. Have seen photos this phone takes. Nice man. But it isn't easy to get one in Singapore. So I probably won't even think of getting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I won't be surprise if they announce tomorrow a camera phone which is as good as a top end digital camera today. Really cool in that sense. Just imagine phones taking such detailed photos. But in the meantime, what really catches my eyes now is Wilma - k800i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am not forgetting that NS don't allow cam phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114330412090710463?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114330412090710463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114330412090710463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114330412090710463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114330412090710463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/wilma.html' title='Wilma'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114321164829968216</id><published>2006-03-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:21:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things to come</title><content type='html'>Quite a lousy day for me come to think about it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Physics block test in the morning was atrocious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MCQ was not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;-Paper 2 like go in waste time nia.&lt;br /&gt;-Not even AO pass I am quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jamming in the afternoon was fabulously-lousy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jammed lousy.&lt;br /&gt;-Hand/leg coordination sucks totally today.&lt;br /&gt;-Even worse than last week's jamming session.&lt;br /&gt;-But I'm growing more and more fond of this song.&lt;br /&gt;-Brings back the othersidey feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Food cooked just now cannot make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bacon aglio was not appealing.&lt;br /&gt;-Too much honey tomatoes really spoilt the food.&lt;br /&gt;-Not really satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;-Nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Part and parcel of my life. So no hard feelings lingering for the incidents indicated above. Dissatisfied, dissapointed, unhappy or sad at that particular moment is inevitable but no longer than that. You see, good things can happen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Physics Test scoring the 90 odd percentile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song.&lt;br /&gt;-Finally able to prove my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jamming session is fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drums like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;-No song too hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;-Performing on stage. Wooo all the limelight we will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mum striking big prize for toto/4D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More money.&lt;br /&gt;-More money for her means I get a little share too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Material need fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vital Sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reaction bloody fast this fine day.&lt;br /&gt;-Go in own people.&lt;br /&gt;-Top frag every round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Weighing myself on the weighing scale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-60kg&lt;br /&gt;-Fantastic. No longer the skinny one that people refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there's like so many things that are likely to happen for me to be happy. Though an equal amount of undesirable things may be threatening to happen anytime. But whatever the case, just think on the bright side and be optimisstic. *Whistle* "always look on the bright side of life *Whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if only so easy as it seems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114321164829968216?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114321164829968216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114321164829968216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114321164829968216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114321164829968216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-things-to-come.html' title='Good things to come'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114303181617567903</id><published>2006-03-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:50:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who invented the TV?</title><content type='html'>Anyone watched "Chuang Shi Ji" before? I think the english name should be "At the Treshold of An Era". An old HK drama show I would say. But by old, I don't mean its aged actually.It was made some good years ago, like 6 years? Maybe 7 years back. Nonetheless, great show still. Still remember when it screened at the cable tv then, my whole family was practically addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently, it re-screened the show again. Power, now me very into the show. Didn't managed to catch it today because I was at my granny's house. The storyline is good, some scenes can really linger in your heart just like how you would keep on thinking about it. I am actually quite fond of watching those drama serials last time when I was young. HK ones, Singapore ones too. But Singapore ones these years story almost all is the same imho. About a typical family where problems surfaced among each other or otherwise it would be some drama serials that you are going to be watching for the next few months every 7pm -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holland V was not bad to begin with, but double happiness was kinda weird. It's like they are trying to give the story a dark storyline while trying to be very light-hearted. You can see from the previews of the episodes everytime. Not a very good idea i would say.  Aiya, all those "ancient settings" ones, actions one also dunno go where liao. The only good ones I can remember made recently by Singapore would be "Yin Cha Yang Chuo" Nice show man. At least something which is different but still very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't even give chances to these drama serials by Singapore by not staying close to its story or not even watching it totally. But it is only because I don't really see the need to, or rather, these shows don't really interest me. Some part of the show sometimes would still make me stand still on the ground trying to see what would happen next. But most other time, I would rather be doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, better zhao already to do some physics revising. But before I go, BoA is really chio man. But Hebe still better. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114303181617567903?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114303181617567903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114303181617567903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114303181617567903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114303181617567903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-invented-tv.html' title='Who invented the TV?'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114249902943646103</id><published>2006-03-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:55:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.P is fun. LOl</title><content type='html'>Haha.. While revising my maths today, I took out my maths file and read through some of the tutorials I have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I notice something very hilarious. You see, whenever we have a tutorial to do when we were in J1, after we finished it, we would have to do a so-call reflections on the last page of the tutorial. It was suppose to be a summary of sort where you list all the formulas and techniques of the tutorial and about problems particularly hard to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the funny part came. My first ever tutorial, my reflection goes like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"AP(arithmetic progression) is fun. I learn a lot about it but some&lt;br /&gt;questions are really tedious."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"GP(Geometric progression now) is hard. Although I have not really grasp the&lt;br /&gt;full knowledge, but I believe with perseverance, I will someday master it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the fact that I was already doing a wrong reflection for that tutorial and I got a big question mark "?" for it(since the second reflection was suppose to be on A.P but I did one on G.P, that means the first one also suppose to be a wrong one lar), I still gave such lame comments LOl. Funny sia.. what "with perseverance, I will someday master it". LOl man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my reflections marks got a cool 1 mark out of 5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114249902943646103?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114249902943646103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114249902943646103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114249902943646103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114249902943646103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/ap-is-fun-lol.html' title='A.P is fun. LOl'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114226697051540614</id><published>2006-03-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:22:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raijinou</title><content type='html'>I just managed to come across this Anime's opening theme once again, more than 10 years after once upon the time when I was so in love with this anime. I was primary 1 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I once said about a cartoon series "Lei Shen Wang" and its fabulous opening theme and ending theme? Well this is it. Fond memories yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three robots combining to form the superduper one and defeating whatever unwanted entities. Lion, phoenix and a small humanoid robot. I particularly remember one episode when another evil minion the real evil have brainwashed had  to sacrificed himself. This evil minion is  a superhero with a funny name. "Guan Xian Shi Chao Ren" literally translates to the minding-everyone's-else-business-superhero. Actually, it was only a innocent superhero who loves kaypo-ing around. But after being affected by the real evil to become the evil of that episode, it challenge our hero raijinou(I think the name of the Lei Shen Wang) and as usual our hero defeated it. But in the end, I think the kaypo superhero reverted back to the good one/either that, or it stays being the evil throughout(can't really remember exactly). But nonetheless, it sacrificed himself at the last moment. I don't know why, but this episode is very deeply imprinted in my mind. I like the story then. Now still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say the other episodes are not worth mentioning, but memories here are failing me, my re-collection for those aren't as good as the "Guan Xian Shi Chao Ren" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zettai Muteki Raijinou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's Raijinou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114226697051540614?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114226697051540614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114226697051540614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114226697051540614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114226697051540614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/raijinou.html' title='Raijinou'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114217826294135652</id><published>2006-03-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:44:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakeman</title><content type='html'>My interest for Rockman was once again revived a few days ago, after listening to some of the series' stages' themes. Brought back the good old memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This caused me to take out my gameboy once again and started blasting away. For your info, there's 5 Rockman games made for the gameboy and I have just re-completed Rockman 3 this afternoon. Busted toadman in Rockman 4 shortly after and murdered another 2 boss in Rockman 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun playing this series again after so many years. I just love the stages' theme and everything. Still remember my first Rockman game which also happens to be my first gameboy game when I bought them when I was in primary 2. Mustafa Centre. 1996. 10 years. Willy's Revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Yup, 10 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114217826294135652?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114217826294135652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114217826294135652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114217826294135652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114217826294135652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/snakeman.html' title='Snakeman'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114173517571837185</id><published>2006-03-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:39:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn that Mozzie</title><content type='html'>Damn that Mosquito big time man. Been disrupting my sleep for so many nights. Nb, my blood so nice meh? I swear the buzzing sound it makes is by far the most irritating noise ever, not even the girls' "unccclee" come close to it(It is still irritating though lol). Fuck, my hand and leg now look so taiko man -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/ist2_91754_vector_stylized_mosquito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I don't know whether it is just one little Mosquito or a big group of them residing in my house, but ffs, just leave the crap out of my house lar. Seems like nothing can be done to make it scram, not even using the insecticide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I had been checking with the general office for so many times to see if anyone had returned my stuffs. But so dissapointingly nope. Then I went to the bookshop to check if they might still have some stocks of the Physics TYS left, but nah, the publisher have not managed to get the rights to it. The new publisher is coming up with the 5-years-series instead. This is what I heard lar. My heart almost sunk at that moment. What crap lar. You see, at least the CLA notes is still not that hard to re-zap but the TYS is a pain man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Fahizul who finally managed to find my stuffs at the tables by the basketball court there I think. I have no clue why it ended up there. But nonetheless, kudos to Fahizul for this great favour. Wahha. So bloody nice to get back something you have lost. Yea, I will probably get the things back from him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me back to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red pail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114173517571837185?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114173517571837185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114173517571837185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114173517571837185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114173517571837185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-that-mozzie.html' title='Damn that Mozzie'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114164844209314932</id><published>2006-03-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:34:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day lar</title><content type='html'>Nao hia. It just seems that I am so fucking prone to losing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prize for guessing it right, yea, lost some things yet fucking again. This time, its my Physics TYS and and CLA notes of last year. Freak man, I really am not really optimistic about finding it back. Seriously hope I am wrong lar. Or else I gonna have a hard time getting all the notes back, not to mention the almost extinction of TYSs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost extinction of TYSs. How nice does that sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114164844209314932?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114164844209314932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114164844209314932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114164844209314932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114164844209314932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-day-lar.html' title='What a day lar'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114148957913206298</id><published>2006-03-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:26:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>A physical day today indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for the hockey training at "The Cage" this afternoon. I don't think that the place is a nice place for hockey. Besides not being able to play well there, the fact that 90$ an hour just to use the place(not that I paid though.. but still) is abit ex, the tiring journey under the blazing sun just to reach there, I mean, the place is not really suitable for playing hockey. It is, well, just for playing soccer like what it is intended for. Not hockey definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we basically went to the nearby foodplace to nua for an hour or so before we decided to leave. And so we(only Wenwei, Kelvin, Ck and me left by now) reach one part of AMK where there is these fitness corner where we continue our hockey madness(and well, some other nonsense too) Dinner was not fulfilling, in fact, didn't eat much today. Sucks. I still need to buff myself up very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we walk all the way from AMK centre back to Yishun. Not that we never tried that before but it was as tiring as before. I kinda like those long walking session, as tiring as it can be, we all had a nice chat(at least for me) and ya, crap. Talked about OBS, army and alot more. By the time we reached Yishun, it was already 9++ nearing 10pm liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding that it was still not enough, we went to yet another fitness corner near 800+ Yishun there to well, crap and all. Not forgetting some hockeying too. Finally 11+ then we left the place for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a physical and tiring day today lol. But fun nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114148957913206298?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114148957913206298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114148957913206298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114148957913206298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114148957913206298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114130487797240673</id><published>2006-03-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:07:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vvrooom Vrrrrrooooom</title><content type='html'>Alright, isn't it cool to have one's own car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imho, I guess having a car is really convenient. Not only will you not squeeze inside the mrt anymore, but you will also save on your ez link fares. . Well, the ez link is a joke since Singapore's car don't come cheap actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, imagine not needing to fret over when's the last train, last bus gonna go, not having to wait for the public transport, the ease to go wherever you want, whenever you want(provided that you have to know Singapore map well enough) and the sense of "don't have to share the public transport with the public" when you have your own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I seem quite keen about cars, I am actually not very good with the car terms, car brands etc. I have seen a lot of people who can rattle off names of the cars, what parts they using very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until maybe up till recently when I finally get to know some names of some very common cars which just happen to be those that anyone else knows it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I didn't intend to get a car last time. Well, not in the foreseeable future at least. I thought that having a motorbike is better. You see, as I mentioned earlier, cars don't come cheap. Then, having a car is imo, quite inpractical then. A bike is better, two seats. Just nice. Throughout my study life, army or just started out working, wouldn't it be just one person? Or at most, 2 person? Not mentioning one bike cost so much lesser compare to a car. Having a car would mean having the extra seats wasted coupled with the tremendous cost of the car. Inpractical, at least what I thought then. I have this mindset that at least when I have a family, more capable financially, then I will get a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I now incline more towards car. Maybe because my mum strongly disapprove bikes. Maybe also because I also think that actually having a car isn't really that inpractical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, after I turn 18 in a couple of months, I can officially go and take up driving liao. But then again, it is not like I have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" level still the priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114130487797240673?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114130487797240673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114130487797240673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114130487797240673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114130487797240673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/03/vvrooom-vrrrrrooooom.html' title='Vvrooom Vrrrrrooooom'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114018298281819223</id><published>2006-02-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:29:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camerrrra</title><content type='html'>Well, still have not bring back the red pail which I left in school last Saturday after CVD. I just keep forgetting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I so missed my k750i man. Compare to the pictures that my current phone takes, it is like heavenly lar. Wonder how is it now? Still can remember that fateful day. Maybe I should do more good things, who knows? Perhaps tomorrow the police will call me say someone had return the phone. Wahha, wishful thinking, impossible lar. Like I said before, not fated means not fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I should get a good phone when my plan ends, probably soon. I don't know, but since I am going NS next year, seems like no point getting a good phone, well, one with camera since army don't allow it. So yea, I will see about it. Maybe I will consider smartphone which can run applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some time down the road(probably not in the near future), I might get a real camera I hope considering that photography seems to appeal to me more and more. Those pictures taken over at clubsnap are fabulous. You see, isn't it nostalgia and very nice when you dig out all those pictures taken ages ago and then you compare it with now. Just recently I went to my Granny house and found a family portrait taken probably more than 30 years ago. Black and white ages. Classic. Didn't know my uncles and aunties looked like that of the photo last time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I probably won't make a good photographer since I have shaky hands. Lol, tripod maybe. But look funny arh bringing a tripod around. Sounds professional hor? Like going to be a pro photographer like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be a pro photographer. Casual maybe. Not realistic in my humble opinion. Was rather impressed by the Russian guy who came up with a technique to take colour pictures back in the days of the Tsar. 1910s. Like wow, even just taking photos then nia already is quite hard and this guy develop a technique to produce pictures like what they are suppose to be like. I saw a few of the photos. Power, looks like they were taken with cameras made maybe not so recent, but still not that distant ago too. Vivid colours those photos were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures(well, photos in this case) can express a thousand word. How true that it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114018298281819223?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114018298281819223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114018298281819223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114018298281819223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114018298281819223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/02/camerrrra.html' title='Camerrrra'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-114001128252596039</id><published>2006-02-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:48:04.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Chelsea</title><content type='html'>Before I start, wth is happening? My previous entire post on "My future?" is gone. Literally. And I have not a slightest idea about what's happening -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, check out "Chelsea" by Mest. Nice song introduced to me by Zul. Although the lyrics isn't all that about goodness, I mean, wtf is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think about was your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;If he only knew the things that you've done and said&lt;br /&gt;And that you were lying here with me in this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy the girl, already having a boyfriend, is erm, lying in this bed with "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that apart, the tune is pretty catchy and has this ability to stay inside your brain such that you find yourself singing it subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I hope that you miss me tonight Chelsea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's CVD is fun, very. All the dunking and splashing was madness. Water plus flour equals ownage. At least, the worse senerio didn't happen whereby I am sitting and staring blankly into the air. Quite a lot of people patronized us. Yea, not bad. Thought we made a lot of money that day. But found out that others made even more money than us. Wow. One even reaching thousand over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, suddenly remember I still have a red pail in school which I brought for the CVD and forgot to bring back. Maybe bring back tomorrow. but looks pretty stupid carrying that big pail around leh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, bye lar. Nothing more to type liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-114001128252596039?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/114001128252596039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=114001128252596039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114001128252596039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/114001128252596039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/02/tonight-chelsea.html' title='Tonight Chelsea'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113957883071536988</id><published>2006-02-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:40:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiki</title><content type='html'>Wikipedia is really cool really. Lol, spent hours in it these few days just looking around reading up on various stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my school's Celebrating Values Day. My class have decided on doing the dunk thing. It actually looks like fun. Especially when the balloon burst and water come down on the guest-of-honour's head(well, more like the victims' head actually) . . . but too bad we are not the only class doing it. Two other classes are also and it just so happen that one of the classes is like just beside us. Rofl, imagine the awkwardness tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already tried our self-made dunking machine today on Ben. The result looks satisfying but I bet Ben have "wax" his hair literally, water just won't stay on his head roFL. Just hope that there will be people patronizing us. I don't want to sit down staring blankly and look all so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, don't want to sit down staring blankly and look all so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113957883071536988?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113957883071536988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113957883071536988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113957883071536988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113957883071536988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/02/wiki.html' title='Wiki'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113941814138678816</id><published>2006-02-09T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:05:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>Felt kinda satisfied and relieved at the same time since I am trying to and is clearing some of my homework just awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I mentioned not liking to have naps in the day in the past until recent years in my previous post? These few days I had been napping hard. As in, having naps extending to almost or even exceed 3 hours. It's quite long by my standard. If I didn't took the nap earlier on, I would probably be sleeping by now, or if still awake, just barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I was doing my gp newspaper article just now, not that it is very complete, at least I have cut out quite some articles which I am going to do probably tml during the long-like-**** thursday break. Yup, tml's break is very long. With no tests(which is almost always the case up till now), lessons will only commence at 11 with Maths. Afterwhich is gp, but since the teacher had went for a course, the only lesson effectively on Thursday for the past one month is just Maths, just that one-hour time slot. Seriously wondering if it's good, probably yes if I am doing something constructive during that 3 hour. But definitely not when I am rotting my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I like this feeling of relief and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, signing off here liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113941814138678816?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113941814138678816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113941814138678816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113941814138678816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113941814138678816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/02/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113897788271838158</id><published>2006-02-03T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:44:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythmic CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;CNY is over. Hmm, as if the previous few years weren't bad enough, but it seemed that this year is even worse. As in, the number of people is getting fewer and fewer with each year coming. The festive spirit just isn't there. But something which I have not done in years which was done this year was quite fresh and interesting. That is, staying over at my granny's house on the second day of CNY. Long since I stayed over at any of my relative's house. Quite fun I must say, but lousy the few of us not able to stay up throughout the night haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My gambling quest this year is well, fantastically lousy. Not much luck in just whatever game I played. Blackjack, in-between, daidee, poker among others. How does getting some shitty digits for blackjack feel? Or kena double payout for not once but a few times for in-between feel? So bloody not nice lar. Maybe tml will go and recoup some of the money back. Haha, hope so lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, also went bowling during the few days of CNY. Not bad, at least something I am proud to type out here. Scored pretty well, for my standard that is. Finally getting back the "feel" of bowling since dunno when I lost it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The few CNY hols ended quite fast I say. To think exactly just a week ago, I was having the lau hei session with my group nia. Now its 6 days into CNY liao. Let's just hope for the years to come, it will be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School have since reopened and the boring school life commenced once again. This morning we had the CNY-celebrations-cum-jogathon. 5km run, came in 37th. Lousy. But no hard feelings lar considering it is also my fault for spending quite some time walking -.-". Bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch was nice at Thomson's kampong chicken rice. Been sometime since I eat out there. Actually one of the places which offers good food in Singapore. Not bad. But as nice as the food were, I wasn't really having a great time. Really thanks to the splitting headache I had. Terrible. Luckily it had subside now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the lunch and some lazing around Thomson Plaza, I went off to meet Zul and Pras for a jamming session. Actually I had some thoughts for the jamming session considering how good a guitarist Pras is. He sure can plays well. Was rather afraid that I would make a fool out of myself for the newbiefied drumming skill I have. But all went well, Pras is quite friendly and alright. Can really feel the "band experiences" he have. Like how he tried to get the timing right and tight and all. But it should come as no surprise considering he really had performed in front of the limelight before. I also felt that I can played the drum better than when I just started out last year when we were preparing for the teacher's day audition. However, I guess I still have a lot to learn. Overall, today's jamming session is nice and we are going again on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, so much for the rhythmic day today.. That's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113897788271838158?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113897788271838158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113897788271838158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113897788271838158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113897788271838158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/02/rhythmic-cny.html' title='Rhythmic CNY'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113842911888447785</id><published>2006-01-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:56:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck luck..</title><content type='html'>Bloody shit that Wenwei is so lucky hahhAHA. Imagine calling to the radio station for the first time ever just to try your luck if you gonna get the whoever's album, *insert digit* dollars prize or whatever and you get through. Now, not once but twice. Yup, our foulwenwei just got so lucky yesterday night. Playing for fun, we all called in to see if anyone of us could get through. This guy, for the first time calling, just get through. Like that. The first one was S.H.E's "Once Upon A Time" vcd. But this one, when he got through, he pass the phone over to Sheng . . . Tada, Sheng is now one vcd richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that the kick was not enough, we tried to call the radio station for a second time for the $33 giveaway. Rofl, the group of us were practically bia-ing the hotline to the station to see whether the $33 would land into anyone of us's hand. And.. fww(trying to type it out is hard -.-), get through for a second time. Like wtf.. So bloody lucky. $33 now in his hand liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is probably this guy's year man.. He should ride on his luck and go buy 4d, toto whatever he can. Shit, must bug him to give a 4-digit number when school reopen. ROfl. Imagine striking the first prize(Just in case you all don't get the joke, look, I don't dabbles in such gamblings and I was just joking all along.. well, maybe when I have the financial capabilities to do so then it will be a different story wahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I should believe in luck anyway. You see, the probability of striking the toto's grand prize is like sooooo small but there's still some people becoming instant millionaire overnight. I guess luck really plays a part here. But then again, the idea of probability is like quite untrue for me. I believe everything is on a half-half basis. All the huge amount of digits attached to a probability is kinda untrue if you look at it in another way. Examples include gambling, people often says of how the chances of winning something is veryy very small. But for me, it is either you tio the big prize or you don't. 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for exams, some people will go like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess the chances of me getting good grades is very small."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, look at it this way, it is again either you "score well "or you don't score well". 50-50 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example I will give is this, imagine playing a online game, a rpg one would be better for this example. With bosses(you know huge creature often implying superiority over the minions, you can call them "king", "lao da" if you wanna) respawning randomly. One player would often tell another player looking all ready to set off for the bosses clading in shining armor and riding a fantastic steed and hopefully hopes to bring back some fabulous loot when the boss is slayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the convo would probably goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player 1: "Wooooo, I have the L33teST ArMOR and BeST SWORD and I gonna KiLL thE darkterminadragonwitch(I have to make the name sound power enough)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player 2: "Forget it, you won't see the boss, he is too hard to find"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hard to find? It is either "you kill" or "you don't kill" the boss. So again 50-50. Off you go, My Probability. I know the last example makes quite no sense especially if you don't play games. But the previous two examples carries my idea well. This idea appears to hold true for any other situation you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However like I say, my idea "appears to hold true" nia lar. This is just warped reasoning intending just to give a laugh haha. If everything really 50-50. You go buy two toto tickets. Then you sure tio liao. 50-50. This one you don't tio. The second one will. Now this is not possible. If it is, then everyone steady liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I believe in luck? I dunno, but fww is definitely one hell of a lucky guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113842911888447785?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113842911888447785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113842911888447785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113842911888447785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113842911888447785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/luck-luck.html' title='Luck luck..'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113819825352411142</id><published>2006-01-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:16:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Alright man.. Today went out with the group trying to get Kelvin's shoe. Spent like the whole afternoon seeing a myraid of shoes which threatened to give me nightmares tonight. Rofl. Ask him choose a pair of shoes machiam choosing a wife like that. Haha, so funny. And so in the end, he got(the usual "no prize for guessing") nothing. In the end, it was Kaiheng who got a pair of shoes. Probably going for a second round tomorrow after school. Ok lar, at least it is better than having nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously been going for lots of shoe-shopping since last year. Almost always, Queensway Shopping Centre, Penisular Plaza/Shopping Centre and more recently, town area. But then again, it is easy to find tonnes of shoes, but the one that will really appeal to you is like finding a needle in a haystack(omg, I am so learned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, the first shoe adventure with the group started last year before JAE intakes enrol into their new school, well for me, YJ. I forgot if it was out of a sudden or what but we started hunting for shoes. If I am not wrong, our target then was sports-kinda shoes. So we went down Queensway, there is seriously a lot of shoes over there plus quite some stuffs for youngsters. It was really hard to pick a shoe. In the end, I think only Wenwei and I got our shoes. Both are Nike ones. I don't know what's mine call but it cost like $60 odd I think. Looking-wise, maybe not that attractive lar, but still quite trusty lar. I am still using it till now. Kelvin got his new balance one way early before our first shoe-outing. Sheng could not get any over at Queensway Shopping Centre. In the end, he don't know buy from where. But one thing for sure, he's a heavy-user man. The shoe he have bought is a goner liao. Power sia, like less than a year man, mine's still going strong wahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second shoe adventure happened somewhere in the middle of last year. Happily(well, more or less) settled in our school and becoming a floorballer, we decided that we still lack the touch to be top-notch players. Well, I meant we felt that we can't just do with any shoes to play floorball, only soccer-type ones. So hmm.. this time, we went down Queensway again. After a tedious period, I finally settled on a Nike Totalissimo costing something like $60 odd again. Kelvin got his adidas soccer boot on the same day with me too. Wenwei got his predator sometime later while sheng refused to get one. Actually, the buying of the soccer boot is rather wasteful for me. I have used the shoe as many a time as I have been handing up my homework on time. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second outing, I have been out on a few miscellaneous oones with my cousins. Flip-flops and gaigai shoes. Wanting to get a flip-flop since my one died on me awhile ago. Been using the very slippery lousy replacement which I have been wanting to change. Nabeh, I even fell down wearing it just a few days ago. So bloody lucky no one saw. Then there's gaigai shoe. As the name implies, this kind of shoe is solely bought for going out purposes. This kinda shoes lagi hard to get the one that really stands out. The price can be quite a turn off too. $400++ for a pair of shoe? Crazy, not for me definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third outing is probably the one today liao. Too bad Kelvin didn't really take fancy to anyone the we saw. But lucky there's still tomorrow. After that second round tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of shoes for the moment please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eh wait, before I end off.. Shit Ben for impersonating me around -.-"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113819825352411142?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113819825352411142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113819825352411142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113819825352411142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113819825352411142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113802237319897057</id><published>2006-01-23T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:19:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling oh bowling</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I last bowl. Maybe I will talk a lil about bowling. Pardon me, but I am just sharing my very amateurish views on bowling, feel free to discuss with me your better views on this sport if you deemed so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling is a great indoor sport I would say. Got into this game from my cousin's introduction almost 2 years ago. For those who somehow simply don't know what the hell I am talking which I highly doubt. For short, this game goes like this. You pick a ball, bowling ball people call, weight ranging from 6 pound to 16 pound and size roughly bigger than a coconut but smaller than a soccer ball. With the ball, you roll it down an oiled lane with pins at the end of the lane and which you are going to knock down as many as possible(ten total per frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it might sound easy. And the fact that just rolling the ball straight down the lane to knock down SOME of the pins is not that tedious too. But, that's not where the fun of the game lies, at least, to what I think. Notice I wrote "some"? Yes, it is pretty hard to achieve a strike(every pin falls), again, what I feel. It is like, when you release the ball swee swee with a almost certain feeling that it will knock down the centre pin and score a strike, very often, one or two(three or even 4 if you are chao suay type) will remain standing upright. Kinda frustrating. But this is nothing compare to when however hard you try to roll straight(yes, not trying any fanciful hook), it will just go down the drain. Yea, lip longkang. Ever tried getting some really ridiculous low score for a game of bowling? Well I do. And well, I assure you that it will spoilt your day. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the fun in playing bowling is when you achieve good score of course with a healthy mix of strikes and spares and not less than 100(ya 100 nia, what you expect, me to write something like 200? out of 300? siao). Not only that, you have to get the feeling of bowling. The bowling ball smashing into the pin sending them off in every direction. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on deeper into the game. There's a lot more. Starting with the stance(the steps just before you release the ball). Yup, 4-step approach, 5-step or whatever lar. These stance are pretty cool if you can actually execute it well, or at least.. fake it. Haha, wondering if I belong to the latter, I can play with stance swee swee, but my score is almost always CMI compare to Zul, the real pro. Ok, you can count Fahizul as pro too if you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's how you roll the bowl down the lane. Straight down is what most newbies do. There's other style of playing too. Namely, cranking, hooking and helicoptering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranking is when just at the moment you are about to release your ball, you bring your thumb to the side of the ball i think resulting in the ball rolling in a curve manner to the sides of the lane almost into the drain but hey hey, curving back on track and smash the head pin. Now, this is really a sight to behold if you execute it really well. People will go wow when they see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooking is almost like cranking but just with less curvage. Sorry, "almost" is an overstatement. I will call hook, the little brother of crank. Curving less, not that much wow factor, but still nice if you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there's helicoptering. This style is quite popular in Taiwan I believe. Something I have been trying to achieve for quite some time but never seem to be able to. This style is very cool, when you release the ball, you bring your thumb to the top of the ball, imparting revolutions to the ball such that it spins straight down the lane. Yes, it goes straight down, but spinning like a helicopter while spinning down. I like this style best, most power one I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, there's actually a lot more to the working of bowling. But one thing not really appealing of this sport, it is rather costly(usually nearing 3 bucks a game). One of my friend even commented its like throwing coins down the lane. Quite true lar, lucky I don't play much recently liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would love to have a game anytime especially since I have not played for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113802237319897057?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113802237319897057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113802237319897057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113802237319897057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113802237319897057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/bowling-oh-bowling.html' title='Bowling oh bowling'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113776523573208262</id><published>2006-01-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:54:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Did I tell anyone how much I like CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why there's people who don't like CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "Sian, CNY is nearing.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? You don't like?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, as chinese, we should really see the Lunar New Year as something very significant. I do. From young till now, the only one occasion that is pretty much really important throughout the year is the CNY in my family. Not even our birthdays. Reunion dinner.. Festive spirit.. Atmosphere.. Gambling.. Angbaos. Hmm, I really look forward to the reunion dinner. Although I have no idea why. I was even quite piss off when my mum suggested not attending my paternal grandparent's side's reunion dinner. Like wtf ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not attending reunion dinner is a big NO to me. Putting the good food we gonna had on the reunion dinner aside, the main reason is the feel of reunion dinner. I sounds funny. But really. I like the feeling. Only thing regrettable is the fact that my relation with my paternal cousins aren't as close as that in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the times when we would gather around the trusty TV in the living room of my grandfather's house and play games. With nes being the oldest, next came the megadrive, then the playstation before we seldom meet up and finally don't meet up anymore. In fact, we so seldom had a chance to see each others now such that the only time that we really meet up is during CNY. But even so, the duration is often short and the feel is different. No longer do we talk freely and laugh madly. We now become quite reserved choosing what and whatnot to speak. I can go on and talk on and on about the good old times. I am always thinking about how nice it would be if there's really a time machine able to bring me back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky my relations with my maternal cousins are still going strong. So yea, looking forward to the gathering at my maternal granny where gambling sessions will commence muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, this year is also quite a bountiful year for me. Got a few apparels although I still sorely miss getting the shoes. Only realize the nearness of CNY when my cousin called me just now. Then I notice I still have not gotten myself a pair of shoes. shit. Should have gotten more things on the trip to Johor. A very nice place with lots of fantastic and cheap food and a lot of things to buy. Long time since I last went to Johor. The last time went before this was probably a year and more ago. Recent talks of the rising crime rates must have really scare a lot of people off. Heh, now I won't be "rotating" shirts I wear throughout the week liao since I have just that wee bit more shirts to wear now. How true is my cousin when he says we often wear the same shirt for a few days in a week though on different days like having a rotation like that, while we seldom see a girl wearing a same shirt twice for like 2 months. ROfl. The fairer sex really live up to their name man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, new year, festive spirit and atmosphere. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gong Xi arh Gong Xi, Gong Xi tio to to!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113776523573208262?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113776523573208262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113776523573208262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113776523573208262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113776523573208262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113756817366156849</id><published>2006-01-18T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:09:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.44pm</title><content type='html'>School ending early doesn't necessarily mean good thing man. Mine just ended around an hour ago. But I stayed on in school for awhile more just now since Sheng said that there might be something to do for CCS and needed my help. But in the end he also don't know whether will I be needed anot and so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, 2.47, sitting behind the comp, writing this entry and fretting over whether there's anything to do later on instead of rotting the time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV - nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Games - nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep - Thinking of but still deciding whether there's anything else to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Net - Aren't I using it now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat - Eat what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming - Abit bo liao to swim by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowling - Ownself bowling ain't that fun either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study - Hmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do homework - Not now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading books - No books leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously can't think of anything to do. The whole school is going to be doing CCA in awhile's time. Should have stayed in school for the physics thingy. At least there's something to eat away my time. But I choosed not to. So too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113756817366156849?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113756817366156849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113756817366156849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113756817366156849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113756817366156849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/244pm.html' title='2.44pm'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113741559564588360</id><published>2006-01-16T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:46:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpleasant day</title><content type='html'>Bad day. Have not had a very pleasant or even fine day to say the least for a very long time. But today was particularly bad. Kinda ticked off by the physics teacher about my work. Ok, I must admit I am at fault. Been thinking a lot about my studies these few days. Sheesh, I am feeling really uncertain about my studies. My foundation and understanding for Maths and Physics is really jia lat man. I am thinking how nice it would be if I can at least run at the same part where the rest of my classmates are. I told one of my friends, the situation now is really dire man.. Like running on a track, where the 1km finishing line is the end - A level. I reckon my classmates are most probably at 550m liao. Halfway through to the end. Nb I still at 250m or even lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even foresee that the coming block test will be one which I would not want to remember next time in my life. Seriously man, all of my friends are like so hardworking. And here I am, taking out the lecture notes one moment but put it away just the very next moment. I really cannot bring myself to study. I don't like to be slacking. I don't like to be arrowed every lesson. But it just seemed that way. Nothing seemed to be able to enlighten me. All the talks about setting up big business and making it big last time now just settle at the very back of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am typing now, I have this urge to study later on. But my eyes are not obeying me, threathening to close any moment. I really don't want to be a failure next time. Not being able to support and provide for my family is the worst kind of situation. I want my family to enjoy life. My parents to enjoy old age. My wife not having to suffer anything. My children happily growing up. I too wish to have a good life. Making big bucks making it into Forbes magazine's list of richest man. I have great dreams. I want it to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the unpleasant part, maybe I will talk a lil bit about stuffs worth mentioning today. Had a really nice hockey training today. I scored. And yes, that's something to rejoice considering I seldom if not ever scored. Fun hanging out with the group of us. All the crap, all the ERhHHH and all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K set lar, I going to study later after I have a bath. Steady no changes liao. Must achieve something tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it's rather a blessing when you don't see, don't hear and don't know anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; Not by Qing, but Qing definitely agrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113741559564588360?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113741559564588360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113741559564588360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113741559564588360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113741559564588360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/unpleasant-day.html' title='Unpleasant day'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113715912417641882</id><published>2006-01-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:32:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Moon is really magnificent tonight. Shining brightly and illuminating the dark sky which holds the countless stars. Reminds me of many nights before when the Moon was equally fantastic. Maybe even better, with spirals circling the Moon as if trying to emphasize that the Moon was the star of that night. Indeed, even shaming the numerous stars which appeared so minute and nothing compared to that real star of the night. I am thinking. Maybe yearning. But hestitating. While doing nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a few days of extreme coldness with tears rolling down from the sky constantly. I am relieve to see that the sky has cheered. The previous few days had been very terrible. Each time I took the shower, it seemed like I am going into the freezer(maybe not that jia lat lar.. but still..) Still wondering what's going on with all this since this is the first time in my life the sky had been crying so bad. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't care lar. Just stop the non-stop raining can liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113715912417641882?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113715912417641882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113715912417641882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113715912417641882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113715912417641882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/full-moon-night.html' title='Full Moon Night'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113706978867542208</id><published>2006-01-12T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:43:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchid Park Secondary School</title><content type='html'>This post shall be very Orchided. I gonna talk about the four years in OPSS back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the incident that lead to the friendship with Sheng. Well, it all started even before my secondary school life occasionally starts. It was a day of rain. We were queuing up to buy books for the coming secondary 1. Being the new birds, all of us have this bewildered look on my face. Just then, my stomach decided to be angry, probably for me not feeding it enough. So I looked around for the toilet to relieve it. Eh, why the hell am I talking about this? Sorry, back to topic, yup, I get to know Sheng through Yokie. They are cousins, that's why. Still remember Sheng complaining about OPSS(It is the distance if I am correct) and even asked me to transferred school to Yishun Sec. Maybe I can say luckily we didn't or else we would have missed so much action in OPSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sec 1 officially started. My only friend that really came up to me to OPSS from Jiemin is Wenwei and Yoke Yong. Hmm, maybe I talk a lil bit about them. Wenwei is a nice guy, kinda considerate too. Hah, even got himself a very loving girlfriend now. As for Yoke Yong, he is also not too bad, if you can actually tune in into the same frequency as him =X. Then I subsequently know the others. Kelvin(kungfu guy), Chengkok(the disiao guy), Alaric(dua paikia) among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, I can still remember me being still quite hardworking when I was in Sec 1. Doing all the homework. Heck, I even seem to be the only one listening attentively to history lesson then out of the whole class. My results was probably at their prime then too. Even the Principle praise me on the report book muahahaha. But I was a total nerd then. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhh.. then there's Mass Chior. I was in it, luckily again I would say. Or else I would have wasted the first year. This mass chior is so orgainize because to celebrate our school official opening in 2001. Wah.. 2001.. its 2006 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2002 started with the founding of ECS being one of the more prominent event for the first part of the year. The setting up of ECS or Elite Commander Squad was deemed necessary by the group of us because we were.. uhh weak.(ever tried getting a nil "award" for napfa?) Really, I am such a weakling then. Can't even handle pushups. Omg, dun say liao, I am blushing. But one thing funny yet at the same time abit irritating., the honorary ECS was kinda always being made fun of out by the class. Even our science teacher then joked that its a Elite "Condom-collecting" Squad. Nb LOl. Basically, the trainings of ECS included all the physical activities which we feel will make us Hercules. I think I will skip the combat games part. I don't want to embarassed myself and my friends here by talking about it. Those who know will know what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also sec 2 which lead to soccer being the main game for the few of us(not really for me though, I simply cannot make it in this game). I think it all started because of the world cup. Man, time really flies. 4 years have passed liao and this year world cup is on again. Oh yea, one of the many kuku things we have done included trying to somersault. This also happen in sec 2. We would go to the one side of the school, feeling it is quite deserted, we will pull out our stunts. Trying to do hand stands and somersault. Hah.. lame us. Seriously very kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sec 3 starts. Wearing long pants is cool lol. The group of us except Sheng stayed. All thx to Kelvin that Sheng was transferred to another class.. No lar, joke nia. I think I only enjoyed secondary school because of sec 3 and sec 4. It was fun. But, at the start of sec 3, I still cannot do pullups! NB! Loathe the PE lessons for sometimes have to do in front of the girls. Soooo paiseh lar. But through me and ck's perserverance, we finally manage to do some at the end of the year. By hanging diligently at the pullup bar almost every recess without fail even though we can't pull ourselves up. Also remembering fondingly when we would go to the SPC mobile station behind our school to eat instand noodle by a void-deck table before our usual chemistry extra-lessons starts on thursday. To think we always complained when we had to stay up to very late in school for that one day. Compared to now, almost everyday is a long and tiring day. Let's see, in 2003, the stunts we pulled off have advanced, no longer were the somersaults and all. We were now playing with gymnastic. Flipping in the sky while jumping from one area to another, timing ourselves to see who's the fastest for the own obstacle course we have some up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 liao. The important year. O level. Hmm. Let's see for this year what happened. Our stunts fully emerged into professional ones liao muahaha. Especially after the setting up of the real obstacle course by the school. We were practically honing our skill after recess at there everyday. Monkey really. Playing around like Tarzan, running around like mad. Even imparting some of our skills to the junior who was amazed by our skills haHA. But now to think of it, I guess it is really lucky that nobody got injured and we have since dropped this dangerous activity altogether now that most of us are in JC liao. Heng arh. And yay, I can do pullups liao.. omgsohappy. But by now, I have become really lazy. Homework pilling up, not doing any and always kena arrowed in class. Sian man.. Lucky I still managed pass the 'O' level and achieve a grade which allows me to be YJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in JC, everything seem so different. No longer the same class with any of my group. No longer the stunts-pulling crap. This year is yet another important year for me. 'A' level. Time is still not showing signs of slowing down. Probably I would soon be compiling on stuffs which happened in YJ in a few years time which will probably come before I even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is quite true that the friends you made in secondary school life will be those that ARE your friends."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113706978867542208?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113706978867542208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113706978867542208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113706978867542208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113706978867542208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/orchid-park-secondary-school.html' title='Orchid Park Secondary School'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113688745067580021</id><published>2006-01-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:04:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my K750i</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my k750i. Lost my phone on the fateful saturday. Made me so depressed over the weekend. Ccb lar. Lousy me misplacing the phone despite repeated reminders by my Mum over Kaymond's case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am not fated to my beloved k750i. Since I laid my hand on it, nothing good have really come out. First, there's the battery problem which caused my phone to be service for effectively 3 weeks. Then now, not even one month since it came back to me, this fucking thing has to happen. Argh. So now I am back to the square one. 3120. Great. My sis was still telling me that the phone should have be hers in the first place so none of this will happen. Come to think of it, I will rather the phone really be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had so much hopes for the phone then. 512mb mspd. Endless hours of songs in it. Wonderful phototaking. This blog is even so named this partly because of my phone. Now, no more pictures, no more songs, no more k750i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years to come, I will surely remember this fateful day. 07/01/06. CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113688745067580021?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113688745067580021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113688745067580021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113688745067580021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113688745067580021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/dedicated-to-my-k750i.html' title='Dedicated to my K750i'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113638677718111999</id><published>2006-01-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:59:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>From Before to After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM 2005 TO 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM J1 TO J2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM 133 TO 228&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM 20- TO 20+ people in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM C9 TO A4-whatever-number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Mr Tan TO Mr Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Mr Yeong TO Miss Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Mr Heng TO Mrs Guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Computer-cum-free GP lesson TO Pretentious GP Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Occasional irritating GP lessons TO Probably very irritating GP lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM The four musketeers TO Two pathetic jokers at the back of CLA class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM Interesting CLA-history-cum-a-lil-bit-talk-cock lesson TO As-interesting-as-a-rock CLA lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM happy TO sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113638677718111999?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113638677718111999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113638677718111999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113638677718111999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113638677718111999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113613174004126425</id><published>2006-01-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:15:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My music chronicle</title><content type='html'>I am now listening to a few English songs. Last Kiss, Come Home Soon, The Reason. Otherside and The Zephyr Song. Just a year ago, this would seem quite amazing for me to listen to such songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact with music was a rather interesting one. When I was young, music didn’t seem too appealing for me. I even find my sis irritating when she sang. Of course, some artistes did stand out leading me to liking their songs. I would take out an empty bottle of Yakult and sing with it as though it’s a mike. Rofl. If I am correct, I was only primary one. There is this singer called Zhong Han Liang from Taiwan who has this song, which goes like this “O Ah E A, Ah E A Ah”. That’s probably my first encounter with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, maybe I am wrong, there’s other music I like too. Cartoon music. Yea, how could I forget them? Still remember there’s this cartoon call “Lei Shen Wang” which has opening and ending themes which I was madly in love with. I can still remember the tune now. Let me talk more about this cartoon series. It’s about 3 students who control 3 robots, namely a lion robot, a phoenix robot and (I forgot the last one) which will combine to form a megaultraduperrobot. Lol, I still remember I really wanted a toy of the robot that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Digimon entered my life. “Mugendai na yume no ato no” If anyone knows, it is a part of “Butter-fly” lyric. Erm, I meant the first opening theme of Digimon Season one. The whole Digimon craze started when I was primary 6 I think and fully blown when I was in secondary 1. Then, Digimon would broadcast every Sunday at 9 in the morning. Still remember I made my tuition teacher come at 7.30am then just so it would end at 9 allowing me to catch Digimon exactly. Bad me. That tuition teacher was a nice one. But I sort of bully her last time. Bleh, don’t blame me. I just can’t find any reason to like tuition then. Back to Digimon, Digimon season 1 and 2 is the cream of the series in my humble opinion. Tamers is a letdown while frontier is weird. The fact that Digimon 1 and 2 are linked which means that characters from season 1 would appear as grown-ups in season 2 is very cool. Tamers just lack the feel. The merging of Digimon and their trainers was a rather weird idea in Frontiers. Eh wait, Tamers is season 3 while Frontier is season 4. Wonder would there be season 5? Ok, so while the tv series are not so wholefully awesome, their songs are. I can proudly say that I know how to sing 90% of all the Digimon songs. Just to name a few, “Butter-fly”, “innocent” and “Moving On”. Love them. I might sound abit tad childish. But this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, up next would be S.H.E. I believe my first encounter with this wonderful girlband would be the first time I heard “superstar” on the television. Immediately hearing “superstar”, it was very pleasing to my ears. Due to my bro also liking S.H.E, I get into contact with this band often. Subsequently, before I know it, most of S.H.E’s songs are deeply imprint on my mind. Sort of “Always on my mind” heh. The disc in my discman then is almost always one of the S.H.E’s album. The latest album “Once Upon A Time” is very nice. Hold a special meaning for me too. Yea. Maybe my liking for S.H.E is not as strong as last time, but nonetheless, wherever I hear one of S.H.E song being broadcast anywhere, my head would tilt towards that side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the deal with English songs then? That would be this year.(Ok, I meant last year since today is the new year -.-) I guess it all started when Zulfiqar introduced to me “Otherside”. Fantastic song. Even rising to one of my all-time fav positions. Well, Zul introduced me this song because we were thinking of performing this exact same song on the Teacher’s Day. We jammed hard for it. I was supposed to be the drummer but I decided that my drumming skill cannot make it. So I switched to become one of the vocals. Oh man, a terrible mistake. My voice even more so cannot make it. I told myself I probably won’t be singing to the public from then on. Speaking about drumming, it all got started after Kaiheng’s introduction of the percussion freak to me in June. A great rhythm game. But also a bad introduction since I had probably throw a lot of money into that drumming machine -.-“. Ok lar, no regrets though since knowing to drum is one of my greatest breakthroughs of last year. I had stopped drumming for awhile since the audition ended(which we also never got through anyway). Hope to resume it when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that is my music chronicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113613174004126425?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113613174004126425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113613174004126425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113613174004126425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113613174004126425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-music-chronicle.html' title='My music chronicle'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113602261512044915</id><published>2005-12-31T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:12:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you like to have good dreams? I wonder how should I go about defining good dreams? Ok, how about this? Any dreams that won't leave me waking up in fear, won't makes me "pray hard that I won't dream of it again" and actually "makes me wanna dream of it again" are consider good dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, sometimes, it ain't so easy to classify a dream as being a good dream because more often than not, dreams appear to be ridiculous. Like dreaming of riding a motorbike, with a frog sitting behind you only to realize you aren't riding on the road. Well ermm.. "riding" in the sea. You get my point. They are rather lame, aren't they? Funny, I wonder if anyone really have a proper dream before. No wonder there's so many services and articles that helps you to "interpret" your dream. Dream might occur when you are thinking about something too hard during the day(yea, from a chinese proverb). So when you are thinking about a lot of things in the day, you will dream of what you have thought in the day altogether. This might explain why dream are sometime so ridiculous and kuku(and yet complex at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good dreams are fun and fulfilling while you are having it. Being the richest guy making into Forbe's top ten richest list, having a happy family and erm eating a delicious ice-cream etc. But what happen when you wake up? And so, are forced to face this more often than not, harsher reality? You will feel depress. Wanting to go back to the dream again. But not being able to, you will stare hard at the ceiling, suddenly remember today is Monday(or Saturday or whatever) and that you had a tiff with your loved ones/had a bad day the previous day/lose soccer bets etc. Now, so does dreaming of good dream really pays off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, while good dreams are just dreams and not real. I kinda like it though. I would go to bed every night and hope that I won't get some retarded dreams and instead dream of good dreams. How irony, when I was young, I often think that sleep is a bloody waste of time and I advocated by this "Sleep late, wake up early, mental-being well" statement. Yea, so you probably won't be surprise if I tell you I hated to have naps in the afternoon and would be so reluctant to have one because I believe the time could be better utilised elsewhere. Watch cartoons, play games. But now, when I have schools in the morning, by the afternoon, my eyelids would be very heavy and threathen to close any moment. Sometime upon reaching home, I would immediately head straight to my bed to sleep. Well, do I consider it a "bloody waste of time" now? Nope, I believe it is only necessary to have the nap so I can better do work in the later part of the day. Ermm I stray too far off liao, anyway, like I was saying, I like good dreams and like many others, I hate the feeling of being pulled back to reality. But I even more so dislike having bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad dreams. Ghost, mishaps, misfortunes are often the content of bad dreams. I even dreamt of the mounted fan chasing me and scaring the shit out of me when i was young. When I had bad dreams then(usually about ghost/monster one lar), I would run into my sis room and share the bed with her. Otherwise, I would rush into my bro room and held his hand tightly. Kinda stupid now to think again. LOl, I admit I am a timid boy then. But don't come xian me you are fearless. Fear exist in many form. And it just so happen that my fears are such stuffs last time. Now when I had bad dreams, I would often wake up in cold sweat. But one thing I like about having bad dreams(yes you heard it right, something I like dreaming bad dreams), is that I would wake up feeling enormously relief that it ain't true afterall compare to the feeling of reluctance to return to reality when I had good dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. it probably depends on individual whether they like good or bad dreams. But one thing for sure, I would very much want to turn those good dreams into reality next time(so I won't feel reluctant to return to reality anymore). Even if the good dream is just about eating the ice-cream. Hah, yea, I would head straight down to buy a cone of ice-cream to eat if I dream of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113602261512044915?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113602261512044915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113602261512044915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113602261512044915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113602261512044915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-dreams.html' title='Good Dreams'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113586570497085334</id><published>2005-12-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:17:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>Well well, the Malacca trip on Christmas and the day after it is one which left me with mixed feelings. I can't exactly say I dislike it. But neither can I really say I enjoy it. On the happier side, I believe my stomach is extremely happy for this trip. All the fabulous food. By fabulous, I am not exaggerating, but the food there is really nice. Chicken rice ball. Barbeque stingray. Porkrib noodle. Yong Tau Hu. Alamak.. fantastic lar. And to add on with it, it is very cheap compare to say in Singapore. Nice nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing worth mentioning would be that this time round, I finally went with some of my cousins again. Note "again"? Going to Malacca is almost a yearly affair for me since young. When I was young, I would always go with some of my cousins. But I don't know why, when i started secondary school(maybe slightly earlier than that), trip to Malacca would somehow become a boring three-foursome outing. Well, not exactly boring, but it lack the feel of going with my cousins. But this year, quite a lot went. Allow me to state who went. There's grandma, my 3rd aunt, my 5th aunt and her husband, my 6th aunt and her husband, my mum and dad, my 3 cousins, namely ahdi, kenner, ming and ahdi's friend, Kaymond. Oh yea, not forgetting me also. The feeling of "going to Malacca" is finally back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad part. You see, I expected to go there and return with bagful(ok maybe "some") of items for the coming CNY. Belt, wallet, shirts, backpack. In the end I only came back with a wallet. Items which might interest me is really quite scarce over there at Malacca. Considering the fact that things buy over there would not have require me to use my own money, I would say it is very dissapointing.  Now back in Singapore, any stuffs about CNY would have to make me dig my pockets =/. Ok, maybe except for shoe which my "kind sis" agree to sponsor me hah. Actually, the reason for this huge dissapointment is that we had plan to clear most of the items on our(my cousin's) CNY list. But now, like nothing is cancel off at all. -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the enjoyment factor outweighs the dissapointment factor. So I hope to go on trips with my relatives, my cousins more. Maybe to elsewhere where it might be more "fruitful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lol, I seem to be writing a discussion essay like that.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113586570497085334?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113586570497085334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113586570497085334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113586570497085334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113586570497085334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/malacca.html' title='Malacca'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113541926742392773</id><published>2005-12-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:14:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/1600/DSC00329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yishun Junior College at night. Looks pretty different from that during the day yea? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And to prove my point for the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00014.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00297.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now this sunset pic taken in Ang Mo Kio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taken at the same day, same time as the previous pic, but don't it looks quite different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/1600/DSC00133.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00133.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pic taken when I visited Pulau Ubin that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113541926742392773?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113541926742392773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113541926742392773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113541926742392773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113541926742392773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/photographic.html' title='Photographic'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113509699332602690</id><published>2005-12-21T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:43:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo ABC</title><content type='html'>Let's try something new today. I am just gonna post photos(some of which I took myself, some not) and just talk a lil about each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To start off with, the lady here is my sis, I asked her to post for a photo and me trying to take an "artistic" photo. Rather lame. Haha, but it was funny lar. I think this photo was taken at the day I went to collect my phone after being serviced for so long.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now this, this photo is taken at the same day the previous photo was taken. After getting my phone, we went for some pool action and I took this. Stripe 11 =)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one was taken when I just got my phone. One of my early tries at phototaking. 3 pathetic people sitting outside one shopping centre pathetically eating away. Rick + Me + Sheng.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Surprise surprise.. who's that behind the cardboard? Ans: My youngest cousin, Baoyi. Heh, taken at Pulau Ubin when my relatives and my mum and me went there. Very nice place.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Introducing Sheng. My friend since sec 1. Taken candidly during chinese lesson. He looked deep in thought. Probably thinking of song lyrics and scripts. Eh wait, did I mention scripts? Oh ya and stories too. 3S writer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dunno why, cannot post more photos liao. Try again next time. In the meantime, stay tune, just a commercial break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113509699332602690?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113509699332602690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113509699332602690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113509699332602690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113509699332602690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-abc.html' title='Photo ABC'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113483830909739740</id><published>2005-12-18T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:51:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/12/2005</title><content type='html'>Quite a fun day I guess. Heh, we actually decided to just take any bus from anywhere and just go anywhere and see where fate will lead us. Kinda interesting as we did something more fresh apart from the very usual pool/bowling/whatever. In the end, we took the mrt from SP(I was at SP thanks to Mao Ge. I mean, erm Yokie, erm Yoke Yong's invitation over for their fun fair.) and alight at Commonwealth and just took bus 105. Although random is our aim, it seems that we just can't stray too far off from Jurong there. Knn, think we all sick of Jurong liao. Previously few times going for ice-skating there is almost always unsuccessful. Sucks. Always the "will-be-closed-in-an-hour-time" -.-". Ok, back to topic, we somehow reach Jurong again. Jurong East there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00378.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Toilet in SP is nice for photo-taking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of more randomness, we took 197 and almost go all the way from west to east. Jurong to Bedok. lol, we are super bo liao. But fun lar, spent like 3-4 hours(yes, you heard it right lol) in the bus crapping, playing and erm, getting pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, we couldn't care less about the people in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We should have more of randomness. Haha. Later in the night, we went for the 4a2 class outing. Not bad I guess, kinda alright. Dinner was not so bad and photo-taking at the esplanade is cool too. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yea, one of the pic I took.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113483830909739740?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113483830909739740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113483830909739740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113483830909739740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113483830909739740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/18122005.html' title='18/12/2005'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113439278807019771</id><published>2005-12-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:09:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outward Bound Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OBS.. fond memories. So while I still remember what happened during the 5 days, I think I should record them down here. Note though, OBS kinda happened a long time ago, so some account MIGHT be slightly inaccurate. But I will try my best to recall though. Dun say I never give warning arh. This is a bloody long entry. Took like 1 week to come up with. So enjoy =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day of OBS, 25/07/05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the first day of obs. Still remember bringing a huge bag to school looking like a clown. When we reach there, our class had to be split up into 2 groups with each group joining other groups splitted from other class.The group I was with includes Ben, Wenyi, Jasmine, Regina, Felicia, Soomei, Liching and Tianyi and a few others from one other class. We were Cheng Ho =) The instructor we were assigned with is a lady instructor name Candy. A very nice person I must say. But throughout the camp, I feel that we had let her down abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the few ice-breaking games where we are suppose to know each other better. At least, know the people from the other class. Ok, my memory is failing me here. But the other class people includes, MatRock, Zhihao, Xuanhong, Fiona, Irah, Siti and Victor. Wonder if I left out anyone. But for now, these are the few people which Cheng Ho is made up of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day is pretty much boring with nothing much done. We did some stock-taking or stock dividing to be more exact. We also learn how to pitch tents in the late afternoon and the belaying thingy. I didn't quite like the food for the first day. Actually, none of the 5-days' supply really appealed to me(maybe with the exception of Wednesday's "feast" which i will talk about later) but it was probably due to the fact that I am not used to such foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came, rain came. Our tent were badly invaded by the rain resulting in small pool of water left over by the rain in our tent. Terrible. I didn't sleep much that night. I believe I woke up at 12.40++. I just can't sleep while the other two of my tentmates are soundly asleep. So I went out of the tent and walk around the compound that our tents are in. The compound is actually an open area surrounded by trees on a higher-level place. Then there's this stairs leading to the compound from the headquarter of obs. Back to the story, realizing that I had walked around almost all of the compound with nothing much of interest to be noted, I went back to the tent hoping to catch some sleep. . . Bleh, by 3.30++ I think, I was awoke again. This time, by the immense coldness of the puddle of water I was lying on and the fact the my stomach is unhappy. Probably due to all the prunes which I intake excessively during the day lol. Had to walk down the stairs to the toilet to relieve myself. And god, the stair is bloody dark with just one lamp post standing all alone at one area beside the stairs. Better still, bats and I mean whole lots of bats were circling around the post. I don't know why, but probably natural instinct, the next thing I did was to put my right hand into my back pocket where my talisman lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the relievement, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I just sat outside the toilet waiting for dawn to arrive. Later probably half an hour or more since I sat outside the toilet, Tianyi came down for the toilet. Afterwards, she just sat down with me to chat. Next came Sheng, who was by this time, assigned to Marco Polo, our buddy group comprising of the other half of our class. Maybe its because that we are not use to the camp such that some of us couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second day of OBS, 26/07/05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start the second day of OBS from the part where Tianyi, Sheng and me were chatting. We were chatting halfway when the sky decides to cry againnn. But this time round, it is RAINING with the caps on. I think this rain awoke the camp which was by this time rushing and panicking to unpitch the camp. Again, it was terrible. As if the first rain which caused the immense coldness on me wasn't enough. I think it was 6.00++ something liao by this time. I can't exactly remember what I had for breakfast but never mind, I also don’t want to recall as well. On this day also, some of the classes' CTs came visiting on us. We had some rope-skipping game as well. Still not that bad. The highlight of the day came when kayaking came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before the main thing start, we all learn about some basics and all. Quite a good experience. I paired up with Liching. We kayak from our first day camp, is it camp 1 or 2? But nvm, yea kayak from there to our day 2 campsite. Some good 4 hours from 3pm to around 6-7pm. Very tiring, I was almost drained to the max by almost the end. But like I was saying, a very good experience gained. When we all reach the campsite, I forgot how I felt then. Probably not too good. Wilderness. Yea, no water, no light(that is, if you exclude our Malaysian neighbour over the other shore karaoking or dunno what). Lol, was funny when wenyi, me and ben went to some deserted place to change a new set of clothes and at the same time afraid that we would be seen haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with me(I believe a lot others also) being very sticky literally, all the sea water, sweat and some other shit mixed together giving a very good recipe. Rofl. Managed to get some sleep with intervals of being awake, one for the night watch. One thing to mention, it was quite interesting hearing all the thunderous croaks from the frogs over here at this hour compared to their more shy counterpart back in Singapore mainland with their much gentler(soothing some say) tune(ok I meant noise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third Day of OBS, 27/07/05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day came. Some more mini-games in the morning before we set of for the raft building part of this camp’s programme. Let me recall yet again.. the time was hmm 9 or maybe 10 in the morning when we started the concept of our raft. Concept, sounds so fantastic. Yet, the raft didn’t manage to work. I shall talk more later. Actually, I must say the building of the raft was done quite “dividedly”. There was supposed to be 4 barrels supporting the main structure. But, interestingly, the 4 barrels were divided into 2 group 2 each with each group tied in a different way from the other. Unhappiness, dulanness can be felt. It didn’t last long though. So after building the raft, we attempt to test it out in the quarry all along beside us. Well well, it failed. But we get to stay in the quarry though. It was very refreshing, especially so since we were able to clean ourselves. Clear is how I would describe the quarry. But even clear is not enough when the quarry is, I heard lar, 20 stories deep resulting in a frightening(ok I exaggerated) blackness under all our feet. Without the life jacket, I wonder who the hell in the right mind would jump into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quarry swimming-cum-cleaning session ended quite satisfactorily. So lunch starts with the “not so appealing supply” again. I think by now, I am missing all the mainland’s food badly. Guess what, I even took a packet of instant noodle and eat it like how I would eat mamee. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up next we start on the so call “land expedition” which we are suppose to hike from the quarry to camp 1 which will be the place to stay for the third day of OBS. I must emphasize that this place is great. Pretty much the only place in Ubin which bears the greatest resemblance to mainland Singapore. Looks like some kind of resort. Yea. Talk about that later. So the land expedition started with each and everyone of us carrying massive loads on our bags. My bag probably weighs a few tons. Great huh? The 5km hike was very tiring. So you can imagine the immense relief I had when camp 1 finally appears in front of me. Like I was saying, this place is very much like a resort. But no, we are not going to stay inside the premises though. Rather, we pitch our camp in some rocky sandy area surrounded by hills or something. Here, the famous longest-flying-fox-in-Southeast-Asia stood magnificently in front of us. But ironically, I didn’t know about that till the next day all along thinking that it was just some tall structure not of much interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great. Specially-prepared. No longer the 5-day supply. I would say the food is something like the economic rice we all had back in mainland Singapore. Let me recall. There’s rice(duh), curry chicken, fish cake or sort and vegetables. Food almost never tasted so good and I had more than one servings. Seriously, the dinner over at camp 1 was fantastic. Nice chat we had, nice feeling. Very nice lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner we were supposed to have some night trail but was cancelled(I forgot why) and replaced with playing yet more mini games. By now it was nearing 10pm I think and the day activities was ending. Hmm, decided not to turn in so early though. Felt that the night scenery at the jetty was very enticing so I went there with Tianyi and Ben. We talked a lot. But mostly Tianyi and me were conversing. Ben was doing his diary. He left halfway through though. Looking at mainland Singapore from the jetty was very nice. By now, I am missing Singapore. Hah, Singapore sweet Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourth Day of OBS, 28/07/05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see. Day started with specially-prepared breakfast. Bee hoon I think. There’s some nice activity on this day. There’s the flying-fox and rock-climbing. But before all that, we went to the multipurpose hall to have the daily reflections period. Hmm, not to say I dislike this time period, but I dun really like it as well since I am not really incline to talk in front of a big crowd(16 is big crowd for me). But this time, one of my group’s ppl told us something interesting. She said that she saw some strange entities the night before. Woah. If I remember correctly, it was something like yellow-sort-of-cloth floating around one moment and disappearing another moment. Definitely scares her out. Then I heard from another friend that this cloth-thingy could have been those kind of cloth use to cover up over the deceased according to the Malay Tradition. knn. No comments about this. You go think yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, forget about the scary part. We had the flying-fox session after the reflection. Took quite awhile for the briefing and the waiting until finally it was my turn. Let’s see, the flying-fox is 200++m long I think and is the longest currently in Southeast-Asia. When one is up at the top of the flying-fox platform, he is probably lying if he said he is not afraid at all. I could even feel my leg was trembling abit that time. Very high if u were to look down. Quite a fun experience I must say. First time tried something like this but too short though. Would have prefer if it was longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t remember if we did anything in between the flying-fox and the rock climbing session. But I will talk about the rock-climbing session though. Again, something I tried for the first time. At first, it didn’t seem very daunting to me and I thought that I could probably make it to at least “7 squares”(the whole wall is comprised of square plates one over another, 11 total I think). Even more so when some of my team members can reach more than 7 squares. So yea, my turn came and I make my way up. Not easy. Although I successfully scaled the wall, it was very hard though. Lol, I got a souvenir from the rock-climbing session - A scar on my right hand which is still visible now. Rubbed my skin against the rough surface. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rock-climbing session ended, it also meant that our time in camp 1 ended. We were going to hike back to day 1 campsite - Camp 2. One thing to note about these few days is that I still remember from dunno day 2 onwards, me and MatRock would keep on count down until Friday came which will be the day when the camp finally end. We would go something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: “Eh brother, today is what day?”&lt;br /&gt;Him plus others as well: “Tuesday(Wednesday, Thursday lol)!”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “So what does that means?!”&lt;br /&gt;Him and company: “3 days to Friday!”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “and so what it means again?!”&lt;br /&gt;Him: “HOME!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. Haha. Funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reach camp 2. Hmm, compare to camp 1, this place is.. not too appealing(especially after staying at camp 2). But the thought of going home the next day seeeds to ease any unhappiness thought about this place within me. We reach this place around 6pm. You know how sian when told we were to pitch our tent up up the hill in a very foresty place. Foresty is the word. We were practically camping in the forest with trees, trees and trees all around us. So some of us suggested not going to turn in for the night and instead, stay down at the parade square. This lead to an incident later on which I will elaborate later. As for now, its dinner time! For this dinner, we decided to cook all the remaining stuffs we had left with and oh my, we really left with a lot of stuffs. I can feel that most of us are pretty light-hearted maybe because it’s the day the next day. Then after the dinner, we were suppose to clean up or something. Actually, this can wait until the next day, but I think most of us would rather leave Friday as a choreless day instead of having to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, its quite late already. I think is 11 nearing 12. Most of us are still quite reluctant to go up to the forest for the night. So we stayed in the stock room “trying to come up with a plan” such that we won’t have to sleep up there. Just then, a guy from our buddy group told us to go up because Candy is waiting for us up there. That’s why I say we let Candy down a bit. Can imagine her waiting ownself(besides our buddy group) at our campsite by now, is in complete darkness cept maybe the only few neon sticks to guide us to our tents. Candy never once really scolded us compare to others instructors others group were assigned with. She is also almost always seen with a smile on her face. So yea, kind of sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no other choice, we decided to go up to the tents after bathing. Following the neon sticks, we reached our sites. When we reach there, some of our buddy group’s girls are crying because they are scare of the darkness. The boys in their group had all slept leaving only Sheng I think.(lol Sheng is the hero) The girls really cry until quite jia lat sia.. I guess they are glad we finally decided to stay up there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t slept much that day. I slept at 2 waking up at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Day of OBS, 29/07/05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally comes. To think I was still telling my friends over at day 1 that it was only the first day, how are we going to manage the rest of the 4 days? Yup, like I was saying I woke at 4 on this day. Really sleepy. But I clearly knows that I will be able to sleep very peacefully once I reach home later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8+am, we were told that we had to clean the toilet. Lol, you can imagine our unwillingness to. But we still managed to do a satisfactory job. After that, we went on packing up our stuffs. I look at what I brought for the 5 days and it’s really a lot man. Completely filled up my bag. Next is the reflection time again. Nothing much to comment cept that we talk a lil bit about the incident the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last activity to go and it’s the mass jigsaw puzzle competition where we were suppose to get and exchange pieces with other groups for our puzzle. I think we never won anything but it’s the last activity liao so nevermind I supposed. After that, certificates were given to us.(Man, I guess I lost it. Sucks) and that pretty much marks the end of the camp. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to the souvenir area and bought some stuffs. I bought a mug while other purchased shirts and all. And the waiting begins. What waiting?? The wait for the boat to fetch us back to mainland Singapore. And so we wait. It came. We board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was on the boat. I turned back and take a last look at Pulau Ubin. For then, I only felt relief that I was finally going back to the mainland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just my thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently the next few days, when people ask me whether I will go back for it again, I will always hesitate for awhile and answer maybe not(still basking in the goodness of mainland Singapore which I never really appreciate before then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I asked Ben whether he would go back there; he said that it would depend on the people he will go with. On further thoughts now, perhaps it’s true. It’s the people we were with then that makes the camp so memorable and the great experiences we all had over there. Ask me whether I would be back there now? I would say yes provided that I am going back with the same group of people. Cheng Ho. Marco Polo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113439278807019771?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113439278807019771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113439278807019771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113439278807019771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113439278807019771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/outward-bound-singapore.html' title='Outward Bound Singapore'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113413720350362077</id><published>2005-12-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:06:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Singapore Chapter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Singapore chapter where are you?! I have been waiting so long and am really dissapointed by now since nothing is being said/planned at all. At least this is what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am refering to Vital Sign competition by the way. Why the hell aren't there any news about this anymore?? Really want to see how I would fare among all the other vs players. Perhaps I should try other games man. Sucks really. Been playing this game since last december. Pretty much one of the games that can keep me in play for so long in recent time. But the fact that the Singapore Chapter seem to take forever to actually happen is sooo turn-off lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, maybe I should try other games. Quake 4 and Animal Crossing is the two candidate in my head now. Quake 4 looks alright, the fact that Quake 3 seems fun from what I have seen would mean that Quake 4 wouldn't stray too far off yea? So what about Animal Crossing? Connectivity of portable gaming. Seems pretty cool and would like to give it a try. There's this visiting other people's village. Did I mention about visiting other people's village around the globe through the tiny DS? Sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But games.. bleh really don't seem that appealing to me now. Maybe homework is the best. But I have not touch any. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113413720350362077?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113413720350362077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113413720350362077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113413720350362077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113413720350362077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/rubbish-post.html' title='Rubbish post.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113371058463275880</id><published>2005-12-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:36:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends now and then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me talk about how much I look forward over to the weekends in the past when I was still young and how I find weekends a borrrreeeeeee these days. I still remember maybe when I was still in primary school when I would always look forward to the weekends.. All the cartoons, tv shows(power rangers anyone?) the gathering with my cousins at my granny's(affectionately po3 po4) house and more. I would always tag along with my mum to my granny's house and would get all excited over the gathering for I know that fun lies ahead. We would play toys, play hide-n-seek, and "family". Funnessss. Lol, I would even wake up suddenly in the night and wait patiently but enthusiastically for Saturday to officially begin. I don't know, but I just love the past, the childhood, the weekends and everything. Then there's Sunday, although this day isn't as appealing to me as saturday mainly because of the need to return to school the following Monday. BUT, I still like it. Digimon. 9.00am every sun then. Yea. Those were the days man. These days, weekends are just so boring. I would often rot at home lar.. And since I am not exactly incline to taking out a book to study whenever I have free time, this would also means having the weekend wasted. Not going anywhere, not studying anything and not enjoying anything. Sure, there's cartoons and everything. But somehow, as one gets older, cartoons just ain't as appealing as the past. I still like the gathering at my granny's house like the past although what we do there nowadays is just to play card games.. Daidee, fuck that. hahahAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00169.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What we play then.(My collection of toys. Love them)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What we play now. -.-"""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's games. In the past, weekends means getting to play games officially(not that I don't sneakily play them during weekdays though haha). All the hours with my gameboy and sega megadrive are fantastic. But now, there's not much games able to entice me into spending long hours in it nowadays. And even if one does, that's only because I simply had nothing else to do and not because I truly enjoys it. I miss sonic.. and mario. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I suddenly remember today is Sunday.. But difference is that I do not have to go back to school tomorrow. Should I be happy about it? Apparently not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113371058463275880?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113371058463275880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113371058463275880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113371058463275880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113371058463275880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekends-now-and-then_04.html' title='Weekends now and then.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113362386580091579</id><published>2005-12-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:31:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yea.. went out with ken and ming today for the usual saturday swimming sessions again. You can see that we are pretty much trying too hard to get a logo done for ExoduZ resulting in us being able to take a threesome photo ANYWHERE. I will try to make one when I have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some other shots I took. Love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but I feel that my cousins are daidee-ing too heavily ROFL. They told me that they went on with the game for a cool(duh) 6 hours or more through the night and that they didn't sleep much because of that. Wtf duh, mind you, they are playing this 2-person daidee that they created themselves. Even after the swimming session and over at my grandma's house, they still continued playing(ok I played as well lol). Without money of course, I doubt they have the financial capability to play like this lar. Guess they are training hard to be daidee pro so as to sweep away the rest of us' money when CNY is here.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00268.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The daiders at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Night came with the arrival of Bryan, another of my cousin. Hmm, he actually have the iQue version of gbasp. Cool, and so like usual, I took some pics of it. I mean, it isn't always where you get rare finds.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/DSC00279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The iQue gbasp not forgetting to acknowledge the owner. Bryan =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113362386580091579?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113362386580091579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113362386580091579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113362386580091579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113362386580091579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/real-thing.html' title='The real thing..'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113362257250493344</id><published>2005-12-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:09:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying out with photo postings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/1600/Exoduzz0010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/1548/320/Exoduzz0010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool. It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113362257250493344?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113362257250493344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113362257250493344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113362257250493344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113362257250493344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-trying-out-with-photo-postings.html' title='Just trying out with photo postings.'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-16348766.post-113120774132811964</id><published>2005-11-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:22:21.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>MyblogMyblogMyblog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob for blogging which results in an really uninteresting blog(No cool template, no fantastic music, no nothing.. uh). But nevermind, let me just record down stuffs happening in my life so that when Mr Parkinson or his friends visit me next time, at least the memories recorded here can serve as some reference or something. Actually, I am also not sure of whether there will even be reader for this blog but I will just blog anyway(hey ric, go start one lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today is Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16348766-113120774132811964?l=photographic-abc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/feeds/113120774132811964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16348766&amp;postID=113120774132811964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113120774132811964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16348766/posts/default/113120774132811964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photographic-abc.blogspot.com/2005/11/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02400376201548812978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
