<?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-1394941699105268252</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:40:15.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraudaso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6459181719552671801</id><published>2009-02-03T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:04:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volux, Valkyrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I seriously did not regret going to VJC, considering distance factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just came back from Sub-OG dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Orientation is tiring but fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The culture is more westernised and the school spirit is awesome! You should see the whole batch of us cheering in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's cool to mix with people from the east! They expect me to know what is TK, VS, Thai Pan and other miscellaneous terms they use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;TK: Tanjong Katong Girls' School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;VS: Victoria School (there are MANY from there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thai Pan: A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;zhi char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; restaurant near VJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are also quite a number of students from Cedar Girls', Anglican High, Catholic High and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;During my bus journey, I get to see, in chronological order, the Singapore Flyer, the Esplanade, Merlion and other cool buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6459181719552671801?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6459181719552671801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6459181719552671801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/volux-valkyrie.html' title='Volux, Valkyrie'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5225017171766042507</id><published>2009-02-02T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:45:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VJC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;I like my school a lot. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culture, the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years of arduous journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou, all my Sec Sch friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5225017171766042507?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5225017171766042507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5225017171766042507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/vjc.html' title='VJC'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5054677666494359045</id><published>2009-02-01T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:59:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Superrr tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after viewing another grammar mistake made by my friend on the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some photos of T2 Chalet (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;19th January to 22nd January&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digimon Rumble Arena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Terriermon&lt;/span&gt; VS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Patamon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/SUNPLAZAPARK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Plaza Park. Nice photo! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/BICYCLEBATCH1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the photo which Benjamin tagged wrongly in Facebook. I became Yu Hui, and Zong Sheng became me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivors of the fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5054677666494359045?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5054677666494359045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5054677666494359045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/shagged.html' title='Shagged'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7850128875100756804</id><published>2009-01-30T06:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:59:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria Junior College, Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7850128875100756804?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7850128875100756804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7850128875100756804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/jae.html' title='JAE'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6822691181566860864</id><published>2009-01-29T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:36:18.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A PSP game which I lost to Ai Hua for 4 consecutive times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is damn fun. Am actually looking forward to meeting Ren Jie/Keith for their PSP. Wahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super noob in that game. Even after playing for hours, I was stuck at a B grade. My highest score was 89.5, which was 0.5 to an A. Wah kao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was only a Level 3 song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must practise playing liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting next Monday. New environment, new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6822691181566860864?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6822691181566860864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6822691181566860864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/dj-max.html' title='DJ Max'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-9188408116571984242</id><published>2009-01-25T13:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:43:02.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year's Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Hey BPians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is apparently an animation competition and our school (Infocomm Club) has managed to enter the finals. I think the video is really not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.evideo.edu.sg/sdma/vote.php/home/viewentry/517.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; to show your support! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone in the festive mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had early reunion dinner yesterday (paternal side). I think maternal side's later at night. Have finally moved out and am currently staying at my sister's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at Outram Park is really quite good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Direct bus to the JC I've applied for, Victoria Junior College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 3 stops to City Hall, which also means the National Library (Shall study there!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 4 stops to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 5 stops to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 2 stops to Harbourfront (Sentosa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Distance to Bedok (East Coast Park)/ Pasir Ris (chalets) cut by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) No more LRT! LRT sucks man... During peak hours, it's crammed beyond imagination and the LRT broke down 4 times while I was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shit LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one sad thing is that it will be tougher to meet my friends ba, except Yuan Zhi, Benjamin and maybe Crystal (moving to Geylang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with sister and her hubby soon, to buy CNY clothes!&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-9188408116571984242?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/9188408116571984242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/9188408116571984242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year&apos;s Eve!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2471099419135941712</id><published>2009-01-23T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:25:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't follow the crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's your life. You are in control of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ignore skepticism and criticism. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do something that you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Have fun! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2471099419135941712?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2471099419135941712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2471099419135941712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-follow-crowd.html' title='Don&apos;t follow the crowd'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8204115153790467068</id><published>2009-01-22T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:17:16.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T2 :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back from chalet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quite fun! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: JC's going to start soon. Good luck, all my friends. Nice knowing everyone of you! Sec school friends are the best man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And happy Chinese New Year in advance dudes and babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8204115153790467068?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8204115153790467068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8204115153790467068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/t2.html' title='T2 :-)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6645966702880538611</id><published>2009-01-19T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:04:42.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;18th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chatted with Yih Fang, my Council senior, at Mac for one hour plus. Really nice talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sakura dinner with o3ians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I really like this picture a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet, which is frigging expensive. But quite nice leh, the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, who ate the least (cos girl ma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0604-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys. Clockwise: William, Jefferson, me, Keith, Ren Jie and Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0608-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoker's face was auto-focused by Benjamin's camera! How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going-to-be nice teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice teeth. Put braces one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef and Jeff. It rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0612-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Ren Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0615-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6645966702880538611?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6645966702880538611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6645966702880538611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/sakura.html' title='Sakura'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8281728973781844213</id><published>2009-01-18T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:49:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that my blog "only invites people I know" to come visit, as a friend of mine kindly pointed out to me not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to come back... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life while you can! Have fun with your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8281728973781844213?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8281728973781844213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8281728973781844213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-admit.html' title='I admit,'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7894250223134449705</id><published>2009-01-17T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:45:24.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got a new alternative number, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;911739**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Edited for privacy]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Save it into your contacts. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my original line is still in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have successfully convinced me that moving out is the best option for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking fucking fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7894250223134449705?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7894250223134449705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7894250223134449705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-friends.html' title='Hey friends'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8816768350629359948</id><published>2009-01-16T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:15:30.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Facebook sucks la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How to tag people ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fucked up response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;You guys are always like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8816768350629359948?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8816768350629359948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8816768350629359948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/noob.html' title='Noob'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1787922215914434893</id><published>2009-01-16T10:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:12:19.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Convos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My colleague&lt;/span&gt; (foreigner): Hey, are you a Singaporean or a Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singaporean Chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, you jiak kantang right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh no lor, it's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: No lor, I also got jiak 粥 (porridge) okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently, eating porridge equates to being cheena!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, you no more Chinese liao right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Same same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Then you must start to eat potatoes liao leh, no more porridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh XJC is not bad la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;: his (some relative of hers) mum doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: his mum want what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: how come parents decide de?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true... I mean, wtf? Secondary schools, maybe... But JC/Poly? By now, should have a mind of your own already ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher once told us about this girl, whose parents were going on a holiday. Thus, they prepared 7 days' of clothings for her. Not only that, they mass-boiled water for her to drink, an amount of water that would last for seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents' reason was: It is unhealthy to drink from mineral water bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out... the girl is a University student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They forgot to mention the other reason: She is too dumb to boil water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and kill yourself, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, was at Takashimaya FV with Ren Jie, Crystal and Ben. An uncle was forcing a primary school boy (dunno whether he is his father or not) to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, "EAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to force your children to eat la, dumbass parents! Confirm your children will grow up to rebel against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1787922215914434893?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1787922215914434893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1787922215914434893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-convos.html' title='Random Convos'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4019800329377454125</id><published>2009-01-15T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:58:56.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stepped on a dead lizard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Fuckinglizard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Jianwei says he stepped on a snail twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Snails are outside of the house, so obviously he stepped them with his shoes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I KNN-ly stepped on the snail with bare foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was feeling something slimy... And, voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4019800329377454125?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4019800329377454125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4019800329377454125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-stepped-on-dead-lizard.html' title='I stepped on a dead lizard.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3006821282105379196</id><published>2009-01-14T08:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:23:56.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not being mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Content removed to protect minor's privacy.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Speaking of academics, I must really thank some people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1) 陈主任 (Mr. Tan Kok Hua)! 你应该没后悔让我修读高级华文吧。谢谢你给我和宇辉一次机会！也谢谢你和其他老师所做出的准备。虽然我华文程度不怎么样，但是我能狂背俗语谚语佳句等，真是没有辜负你的期望。我上高中不必修读华文了！哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Angeline: Thanks a lot for your help in that fucking subject. I was really desperate, anxious, CMI. I remember I always asked you to help me correct my entire Chinese essays (around 5 pages per essay), but you did it again and again, without any complaints. It's really nice to know you as a friend, and I really want to see you at Hwa Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mr. Hisham: I think I should be expressing more apology than gratitude. Sorry for asking you if I could drop the subject up till the point of Prelims. I really hate Physics to the maximum core. Let's just say I got lucky, yup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ms Tay and Ms Rashidah: Both of you are teachers whom I really don't want to disappoint, but which I did. But, what is done is done. Thank you for your guidance! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Benjamin: Thanks A LOT for all your History essays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Eugene the Asshole (Angel): Thanks for all your motivation during Os, brother! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Everyone who has accompanied me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3006821282105379196?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3006821282105379196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3006821282105379196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-being-mean.html' title='Not being mean'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3441935019314837025</id><published>2009-01-13T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:40:24.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Turns out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;we still care a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3441935019314837025?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3441935019314837025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3441935019314837025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4365129828535549749</id><published>2009-01-12T08:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:45:47.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the betterment of mankind,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Hi, I would like to clarify that I got A1 for Higher Chinese, so stop spreading untrue things about my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge all my readers to click on the Nuffnang advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the blogging, you do the clicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times, you may even chance upon good ads, like the recent SingTel Mobile Plan for students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about pop-ups, but the ads displayed periodically on the right, just above my blog poll. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are 100% virus-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, really! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4365129828535549749?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4365129828535549749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4365129828535549749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-betterment-of-mankind.html' title='For the betterment of mankind,'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-245433530724930444</id><published>2009-01-10T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:17:25.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngee Ann Poly; Campfire Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Hey readers, please do click on the advertisements on the right, which are displayed periodically. Check out the details of the ads and let me earn money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A click a day will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just came back from Ngee Ann Poly. Was there with Huan Ghee and Jun Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a number of freebies, which satisfied my Uniquely Singaporean character (kiasu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP seems fun to be in ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Campfire photos! (Credits to Crystal, again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/O1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/O2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearleen, Musfirah, Josephine, Mr. Tan, Benedict, Eugene, Samuel, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/O3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be updating that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-245433530724930444?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/245433530724930444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/245433530724930444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/ngee-ann-poly-campfire-photos.html' title='Ngee Ann Poly; Campfire Photos'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5623594933791717040</id><published>2009-01-09T23:19:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:28:13.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o3 chalet (Photolog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o4 January, Pre-chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trip down to HomeTeam NS Pasir Ris to check out our chalet. Was with Benjamin, Crystal and Ren Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1. JUMPSHOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC09647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not that difficult. A few tries only, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC09649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/C3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my geek specs. Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2. TAKING PHOTOS WITH A BIG KITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/D1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success. It actually required a certain amount of skill to take the person with the constantly-zooming-about kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/D3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Thanks Crystal! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/E1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the kite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/E2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, by Benjamin's turn, the kite decided to fall down flat. You can see the man picking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, it was kicking and alive (/Edit: It is actually "alive and kicking") after seconds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/D2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/C8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3. LET'S BE GEEKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tries on my geek specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/G1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geek rating: 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks more like a just-qualified lawyer (with braces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/G2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geek rating: 39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too cool to be geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/G3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geek rating: 75% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1! Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/G4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geek rating: 99%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie is the real geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;4. BUS RIDE TO ORCHARD; TAKASHIMAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek with Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Chun Hou, who stole my specs! (From now on, the blog entry will revolve around my specs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hui Jin the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/H6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid expression of Jian Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o5 January to o8 January, chalet period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;5. FIRST NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Jefferson, William and Shi Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the chalet bus stop, going to White Sands to buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 4 guys. The frequency of the bus (403) is an amazing 20 minutes, which allows much photo-taking to be done, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Shi Yuan aka Paul Michael Tan (new Christian name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call him Paul from now on. In short: Paul Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily his surname is not Chan, if not it will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul Chan&lt;/span&gt; (破产), which is bankrupt in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and me. My hair totally screwed up in this photo. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, with my new silver Havaianas flipflops on the floor! I love them like I love my parents (what a comparison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was about to go and bball with o3ians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the basketball court, with RJ. Say "yay!" to army-print pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball match was quite fun. Finally got to be perspiring much after a period of abstinence in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Fast forward to almost everyone finished bathing at chalet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an IQ question for you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the above picture &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a thorn among the roses"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a rose among the thorns"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess correctly got prize okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal not scared she kenna gang-banged by us. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3 boyz rule. This picture is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With added effect. Damn classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/I12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Keith, RJ and Jeff. OMG, who is so mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black-and-whites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/N1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Keith the bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/N2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/N3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;6. SECOND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school for Orientation. Josephine was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to all the councillors. Hope they got what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy being a Student Councillor; it is difficult to be an enthusiastic and responsible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignite the BPian spirit! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal starting the charcoal fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nizam too. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Shasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random living room photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina and Wan Ting. Or Wanting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, Yin Shuen, Regina and Wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenyen and Xiao Bal, holding a lighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Mr. Personality. Need his hairband man (when I wash my face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin, Crystal, Yin Shuen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq, Benjamin, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq's expression is the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin Shuen and Candice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenWang and me. I BBQ-ed hot dogs! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Hui Jin, Crystal, Jane, Joyce, Chien Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a very wrong picture...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Hui Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some prawn-plucking with the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am holding onto a prawn as I was not smart like Crystal to tilt the stupid-ass prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the BBQ pit. Nizam capturing someone, and someone capturing him. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizam, Shafiq and Iqbal. I LOL-ed at Iqbal's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie, William, Zhe Hao and Shi Yuan. Were they watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Nyonya&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, Regina and Hui Jin, who is showing the very expression when she was eating the hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have some proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Huijinps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not come as a surprise if The Straits Times' headline tomorrow goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boy killed by alleged murderer Goh Hui Jin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Hui Jin's full name is actually: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane Maegan Brenda Goh Hui Jin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her Shane for short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for Zhe Hao: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken Kng Zhe Hao&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wei Jie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvin Tey Wei Jie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we helped them name one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice class photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;7. THE INDIAN POKER CRAZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Indian Poker! Sibeh funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser must drink alcohol. In the end, everyone wanted to drink, so end up, the winner gets to drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of alcohol, a very KNN cashier didn't wanna let me buy Barcadi (spelling?) Breezer, which is only 4.8% alcohol. Sibeh angry with him. Purposely wanna guai lan me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I went to NTUC to buy. Maybe should have drunk in front of the bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoying the game. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Crystal, Ai Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ex-crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/K6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Crystal. She kept on shouting, "I AM NOT DRUNK. COME RAPE ME, GUYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she did not say the second statement. But she just kept repeating the first until I a bit -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8. THE THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die die also must take a picture somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua, Vivien and Crystal. We were going for breakfast. Ren Jie, Keith and William left for work earlier on. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, YS and Candice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, Chien Siew, Vivien and Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward to KFC at White Sands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah boy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I belonged to this IPW group! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of girls (except HJ and Crystal) left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened at the NTUC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there were 2 types of ice-cream below the promotional sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cool Pops&lt;br /&gt;2) Chocolate/Vanilla ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Pops&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what Hui Jin asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Where is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MULTI PACK&lt;/span&gt;?" (Refer to the promotion sign pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like, "There is only promotion for ONE type of ice-cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even pointed at the Cool Pops and said: "This whole thing is Cool Pops Multi Pack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she continued pointing at the Chocolate/Vanilla ice-cream and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this the Multi Pack?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explain until we sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin, you a bit CMI la! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTI PACK IS NOT ANOTHER TYPE OF ICE-CREAM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM if you readers don't get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the few of us went back to chalet, where HJ, Ben, Crystal and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;napped&lt;/span&gt;. (Frigging tired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Asshole Daidi with Benjamin, Wei Jie and SY after I woke up. This is life, man! Munching on chips, drinking a Barcadi Breezer, talking to your good friends and playing some card games. This is lifeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/U11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan the noob. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, Shi Yuan, Wei Jie and Zhe Hao left; Benjamin, Crystal and HJ went to cycle. I was alone at the chalet. Kinda sian so went out to play swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward to BBQ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine came. The working people and the Malays came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda pathetic on the 3rd day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me holding onto Keith's mike. That is his birthday present from me btw, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin (blinked!) and Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Nizam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now toothbrush, now ice-cream. Kua kua kua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal damn funny. He is really game enough to pretend to be a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha! Nice one la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another one which I looked nicer but which Keith looks gay, not ah beng. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, had to mosaic away anything school-related, in case I fuckingly appear on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOMP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Boy from XXX school tarnishing school's reputation by pointing the middle finger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, asshole, I am an alumnus already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some no-lifers choose to evade reality by being forumites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some forumites are just fucking ridiculous. Hiding behind the computer screen, being anonymous, slandering people and causing so much trauma upon other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, you know? Cos most of the time, these people have social problems (e.g., can't interact with people normally), and they choose to be someone in the cyberspace. Some times, these people get bolder, and they don't know what is libel, or what is defamation. They think they can get away with it, because they are anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can people get? CB... you've got the courage to scold people, no courage to reveal who you are is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time got one person I know tio-ed. She was eating a burger on the MRT. WHAT THE HELL? It's only a BURGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harmless burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wrong, yes, but why the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To allow these no-lifers to enjoy some verbal abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you happen to be a forumite, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; what I say before saying something like all forumites are no-lifers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson sleeping. Too tired from work, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith with retro hairstyle. Too bad no front view. Hor, Josephine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed Nizam's hairband so that I can wash my face. Yah, also must take a picture. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued to act ah beng with that chao ah beng (aka bastard Keith, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a proper shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked. I know I look kinda fake. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. Eh, this time I am better liao hor. At least I didn't smile! Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this is too mature liao, so must mosaic the mouth! :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if you wanna see the original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/M20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Keith! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: On the 3rd night, Jeff, Keith, Crystal and I were playing Indian Poker, and I kept lying to Crystal that it will be the last game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, 最后一场!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept playing, cos the game is super addictive and rather effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I was asked a very awkward question by Crystal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;9. THE FOURTH DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/J1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Josephine. I've got natural orange hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/J2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine with Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SWf4_9C826I/AAAAAAAACxs/iEPejOiV_fM/s1600-h/DSC09805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SWf4_9C826I/AAAAAAAACxs/iEPejOiV_fM/s400/DSC09805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289470064972323746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Enlargeable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3 WHOOSH! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a dinner at Sakura on the 18th of January. (Organised by Ren Jie). Please spread to all o3ians you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me hourssss to blog all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Photo credits to Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit (2): o3ians, it's really nice knowing you guys! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry about stolen belongings and what-have-you. I don't think I can find another lower sec class like this. We are really going separate ways this time, and it is a lot more difficult to have another chalet. But hope we continue to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loyal enthu we will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your Os results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit (3): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy birthday, Huan Ghee! &lt;/span&gt;(Ignores wrong choice of colour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I shall use pink for people's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5623594933791717040?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5623594933791717040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5623594933791717040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/o3-chalet-photolog.html' title='o3 chalet (Photolog)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SWf4_9C826I/AAAAAAAACxs/iEPejOiV_fM/s72-c/DSC09805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3858608079511969437</id><published>2009-01-08T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:08:42.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chill out, I'll be blogging soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3858608079511969437?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3858608079511969437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3858608079511969437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1760942733121289163</id><published>2009-01-04T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:01:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a geek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from a trip down to o3 chalet with Benjamin, Crystal and Ren Jie. And I wore my geeky specs, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just bought some Shakespeare classics to read! I am starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's o3 chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1760942733121289163?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1760942733121289163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1760942733121289163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-geek.html' title='I am a geek.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2315160649439481891</id><published>2009-01-03T07:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:40:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimmer of hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mr. R, you are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; hope now. My future is in your hands. But first, I need to avoid these ridiculous distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you. The only slightest affiliation I can think of is that we both belong to the same organisation. Or belonged, since we have graduated. And anyway, you have left school when I joined the SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By any chance, this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing to help me, I cannot emphasise how grateful I am to you. I hope you can! If I make it big one day, you are--apart from my parents--the first person I am going to repay. Let's just say I'm grateful first, since I can't promise anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marchback was eventful, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCO :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the most kiasu people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I took photos with my predecessor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yih Fang, Funco Head of the 24th SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui came for work yesterday! So happy to see her, haha. Although she looks like 16, she is 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, but nvm, still like her a lot. And it was really a miracle that she brought braces wax to work, cos I was in great pain due to my ulcurs (fuck the spelling, pls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok good night! (Or good morning, whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "So can I declare that you are fully independent now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Almost lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2315160649439481891?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2315160649439481891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2315160649439481891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/glimmer-of-hope.html' title='A glimmer of hope'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4559161941286290945</id><published>2009-01-01T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:48:33.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; be an awesome year for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chiam sent me something very creative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;牛妈妈每当31/12就会生一只黑皮的小牛。但没人知道为何如此。你知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑皮牛儿！Happy New Year! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun intended. Sorry ah, for those non-Chinese, translation also won't let you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;31st December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of 2008 was simply a working day for me. I earned $140 yesterday sia! But sibeh freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, Josephine and Xin Yi came over yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Precarious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I was in a very awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did food-running yesterday (very lucky), so I got the chance to serve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually saw my cousin at 3am or 4am! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Kevan. He is my childhood playing partner sia! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after work I went to Benjamin's new house, filled with some o3ians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/o3rocksss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it Shi Yuan! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really damnnnnn tired by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4559161941286290945?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4559161941286290945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4559161941286290945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-photos.html' title='Just photos'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8068651760990809028</id><published>2008-12-31T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:15:55.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;1) I was chatting with a friend yesterday, and he told me that I have an "air of cock" around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a cock literally, dumbass, but cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) he thought I was quite snobbish in the past.&lt;br /&gt;b) I appeared unapproachable.&lt;br /&gt;c) I am those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will-get-you-into-deep-shit-if-you-offend-me&lt;/span&gt; kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time, an ex-classmate also told me that, if she were not in the same lower sec class as me, she would not approach me totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another not-so-close friend said, "If I offend you, I die liao. I will appear on your blog the next day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of it, the more I feel that I am very intimidating. Wtf? People, I am not a cyber bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I am so free, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo dai bo ji&lt;/span&gt; go and defame people? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the snobbish part -- I don't think I am la. I don't purposely go and show I am better than you or whatever. I also respect those who are obviously better than me, like sporty people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being unapproachable... maybe, or maybe not. Depends on whether I like you or not. If I don't like you, then don't expect me to fake a smile at you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, if you are uncomfortable about being mentioned on my blog (to which I understand, cos I get quite a number of visitors everyday), just tell me. I will remove all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The new poll on my blog (on the right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Which word describes my blog best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Funny&lt;br /&gt;b) Interesting&lt;br /&gt;c) Entertaining&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one, I admit, I am trying to be funny, cos all 3 are positive adjectives. I will only accept positive comments about my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have heard a million times from other bloggers, but it's also the same for me -- I blog about my life, and the things going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A once-very-close friend of mine told me that, if I want to attract readers, I must blog about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy? -________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be free to flip through the political section of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ST&lt;/span&gt;, but certainly it will bore people to eternal non-existence (I mean death, actually) if I talk about PAP, Lee Kuan Yew and Goh Chok Tong! Or maybe the nuclear campaigns of North Korea! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone spell the difference between blogging and print journalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, please do vote! I would like to see the response. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my 1st follow-up dental appointment on the 29th. Dr Hong inserted separators for me. According to Angeline, it is "pain like being stabbed in the appendix". Kidding, she just said it's "damn pain". Separators are metal rings inserted into your &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molar_%28tooth%29"&gt;molars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the first time when I put braces, the pain inflicted by separators is considered quite mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I don't have to go back for dental appointment for 6 whole weeks -- which I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my braces colour to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should insert another blog poll... Hmm... Wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Monetary Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I found myself a very small stroke of fortune. It may not be a very impressive monthly income, but at least it is stable and rather effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my amazingly high log of SMSes, my bill has been exploding since dunno when. And this is pissing my dad off. So I told him to help me change to SingTel Student Plan, which offers unlimited SMSes. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that I would be footing for the change of phone plan and my phone bill from then, to which he displayed a shocked look mingled with some private happiness. I am also going to pay for my own transport fees and perhaps stop taking anymore pocket money from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8068651760990809028?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8068651760990809028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8068651760990809028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-random-stuff.html' title='Some random stuff'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2852809025719907031</id><published>2008-12-30T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:31:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad, Mum, Sis, bros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you guys. I really dunno what I'll be like without a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; is a powerful word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I visited my ah ma. So happy to see her walking again. :-) I love you, ah ma! Thanks for taking care of me when I was younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Morrie Schwartz: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Sure, people would come visit, friends, associates, but it's not the same as having someone who will not leave. It's not the same as having someone whom you know has an eye on you, is watching you the whole time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sorry to be mean. Don't come and find me, cos it's pointless. Let's save each other some pride, yup? I really treat it as a lesson learnt, and I hope it's the same for you. Of course, when you come back to Sg, the tracking system will break, and you can visit my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2852809025719907031?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2852809025719907031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2852809025719907031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My Worst Nightmare'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4651127979457992995</id><published>2008-12-30T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:09:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;people to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patronise&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not some idiot here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week ahead, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But kid's future is aso somewhat in ur hands. Do ur best. Motivate them to do their utmost." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ms Sam! I've never had such a passionate teacher like you before, who teaches because you want to mould the character of your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4651127979457992995?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4651127979457992995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4651127979457992995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-like.html' title='I don&apos;t like'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2800672207711905560</id><published>2008-12-29T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:24:03.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BPGHS Alumni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just went to meet Tiger (!) and EXCO at the new campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey ex-BPians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be a marchback from the old campus to the new campus on &lt;u&gt;2nd January 2009&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are intending to join this activity, please assemble at the old campus at the &lt;u&gt;parade ground&lt;/u&gt; (Oracle campus) by &lt;u&gt;7.30am&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attire&lt;/u&gt;: Shirt &lt;em&gt;preferably&lt;/em&gt; BPian-related. Pants and shoes are your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The BP alumni group will be the last to leave the old campus and you guys will be led by Tiger himself. Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the new campus, the alumni will fill up spaces from the &lt;u&gt;2nd level onwards&lt;/u&gt;. The first level is the parade ground, which is for 2009 students:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMAG0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 10.30am onwards, the alumni will be allowed to tour the new campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some student leaders will be required to lead the 2009 BPians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you are interested in being a tutor of the A Square Programme, the registration date is tentatively set on the same day. However, it may also be after you've collected your O-Level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys ya! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Edit: o3ians please remember to bring $5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2800672207711905560?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2800672207711905560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2800672207711905560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/bpghs-alumni.html' title='BPGHS Alumni'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7851306156832403061</id><published>2008-12-28T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:16:56.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, I went pubbing with my godbrother, Guobei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am convinced that I look like an adult. I didn't get caught at House of Condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest proof? I was asked to apply for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UOB credit card&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggggg. That sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the bouncers weren't strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice place to chill out if you are emo, stressed, shagged or whatever. Just sit back, relax and have a sip of alcohol and listen to live bands play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the person who thought of putting the mirror is a genius, cos it makes the pub look so big when it's kinda small. The blinding flash of white light is due to my cam, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's, for virgin drinkers (from what I've heard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Erdinger beer&lt;/s&gt; Heineken beer. Sorry, rmb wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a serious drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Guobei, whose face is red, wahahaha. He is looking for rich girlfriends! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lime cocktail. I think the cocktails are for noobs la. Only a tinge of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;. Quite funny la the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet his friends for another round of drinks, but they went off kinda early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am super shagged now. Haggard, haggard, very haggard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I went to collect my Edusave Scholarship yesterday, and I finally got to know who the hell was Mr. Liang Eng Hwa (or Wah?). He told us audience that the downtown line will be completed in 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah SUPER SHUANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take from Bukit Panjang straight to Orchard in like half an hour (or less)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SMRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit (2): I just realised that the title of this post is totally irrelevant to the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, time flies, cos 2009 is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be an awesome year for me and for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7851306156832403061?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7851306156832403061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7851306156832403061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7920752045178284381</id><published>2008-12-26T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:07:26.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7920752045178284381?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7920752045178284381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7920752045178284381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/chill-out.html' title='Chill out!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3868356433259942484</id><published>2008-12-26T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:31:27.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very frosty Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;25 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yeo (Zheng Wei)'s house. Lee (Huan Ghee) and Koh (Eugene) were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh and I made a cheese cake and we hope it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, they went to have an Asshole Angels dinner while I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something very bad happened at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my godbrother was coming to fetch me, so I just took my toothbrush along and stayed over at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much's going on, except that my mood is -_- now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3868356433259942484?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3868356433259942484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3868356433259942484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-frosty-christmas.html' title='A very frosty Christmas'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-9149716945888651808</id><published>2008-12-25T07:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:00:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mum and Dad,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;would you blame me for choosing this path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jeffrey, Guobei, Aunty Winnie, Yuan Zhi, Eugene, Huan Ghee, Zheng Yang, Kendra, Amanda, Wei'en, Jun Yuan, Jereld, Xin Yee and Jun Hao for the Xmas wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I only have 500 free SMSes, so I can only express my thanks and return the wishes via my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chionged OT and double pay yestoday ("yesterday" and "today" coined together, if you don't already know). I am so tired! 11 hours of standing and all. It was supposed to be 12 hours, but I was too tired to continue working, so I asked my boss if I could leave early. He allowed me! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Manager visited my outlet today, which was really a shock because I had no idea she was coming (I didn't even know how she looked like). Luckily, I performed my best in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area Manager and Operations Manager also visited today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a gang fight at about 6am. My colleague and I were stunned for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Xin Yee and Ai Hua came to look for me again, this time with my 2nd brother's good buddy, Jin Guo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/MeAHXYJG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got reprimanded by Jun Bao, my supervisor for chatting with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-9149716945888651808?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/9149716945888651808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/9149716945888651808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-mum-and-dad.html' title='Dear Mum and Dad,'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6194460223131375841</id><published>2008-12-24T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:06:54.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the dumbest person on Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Indeed, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out from my colleague that there is a midnight allowance (what the hell is that, by the way?) to my shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I blessed, or is God blessing me?&lt;/span&gt; (I just realised this is the dumbest rhetorical question ever)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximate conversion results in $6/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, they are scraping away staff meals and adding on more money to our total income. By the end of it, my hourly rates are almost $7/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the one drawback is that I have to pay for my meal during break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... oh my god, what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to serve 3 Evian mineral water bottles to some customers, who transferred to another table (forgot the reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached the table, it was empty, and I thought someone made a mistake. Thus, I asked the table beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hi sir, did you order 3 Evian mineral water?"&lt;/span&gt; (Cos his table got 3 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Oh... no. Sorry dude, we are alcoholics."&lt;/span&gt; (With a serious face some more. It is okay if you don't get the joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend, a girl, joined in, saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah, we only drink alcohol. We don't drink plain water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am not allowed to joke with my customers, so I just acted dumb. It was damn funny la! I was suppressing my laughter, and I love such entertaining  customers. They were like super serious that kind and, indeed, their table was only filled with wine and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to work I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the super bimbo&lt;/span&gt; who lives on the &lt;a href="http://14thfloorbalcony.blogspot.com/"&gt;14th floor balcony&lt;/a&gt;. Hold on, who lives on the balcony!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be budget a bit (her boyfriend cannot be giam siap one, but luckily I am only her friend) and eat at Taka's food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me about her new handbag, which happen to be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Totebag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cua-tio-ed when she told me the price of her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it looks like those sort of bag which you bring to the supermarket to save the Earth (which means, don't use their plastic bags).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you tell me Zoe Tay carries this bag, I would believe it is maybe $250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if Phyllis carries this bag, it is probably $15. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, behold, it is actually this brand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Logo_Ralph_Lauren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, isn't Ralph Lauren an uncle brand? My father likes RL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Phylliswithnoobbag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof. Like that $200+ I go and buy Crumpler liao lor, instead of a high-class Tote bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were at Starbucks chatting over a cup of iced chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Mephyllis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left for work liao, while she decided to take the many photos of the Christmas deco over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Yee and Ai Hua were kind enough to visit me at work (but of course they went shopping first...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/XYMEAH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the minty sweet for a morale booster! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Zheng Wei that I will go and collect my cookies (is it cookies or cake? aiya same la!) after my work. I actually forgot about it! Sorry ZW! I will go after I finish sleeping kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to Eugene's house to make cheese cake. Is that funny or what??! We are making for someone... And she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, okay, that's all for tonight, or rather, this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get some sleep because later on I have extra double-pay hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6194460223131375841?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6194460223131375841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6194460223131375841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-dumbest-person-on-earth.html' title='I am the dumbest person on Earth.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7589513137555608934</id><published>2008-12-23T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:24:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;21 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Josephine at Orchard Road. She's actually kind enough to buy me souvenirs from Korea. Souvenirs include a very personal plastic surgery kit and a magazine which reveals the "Before" and "After" pictures of Korean celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, she bought me chocolate bars. Haha, thanks! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to NUM to buy slippers. I've got a new Braziliano Praia! But it's a pair of slippers and not sandals. Okay, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this locomobile platform (thus explaining the blur pic; actually, it could be that my camera is lousy) with people standing on it, shouting, "Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet my 2 brothers and my big brother's girlfriend, Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Brothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the cars behind us are so out of place. But couldn't help it. And I know the date says 20th Dec, but it's actually 21st Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple at a Candy House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delwin and I are holding onto candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Derek to join in, but he went, "I don't have my own candy." (Because it was unreachable). And we LOL-ed. He shared with Delwin in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clown is like damn zai! Apparently, there were many people waiting to take photos with him. And it happened so quickly that his actions were in a flurry. He had to constantly change positions (for example, for children, he had to kneel down beside them) and had to quickly think of new actions so as not to bore people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very talented clown, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect he gets paid $10/hour to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek and Alicia with a camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 brothers with 2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us. Delwin... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us again. The background is very nice! Wait, is that a girl at the bottom right corner??? LOL! And my eldest brother was actually acting stupid, saying that the structure behind us is a Christmas cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From oldest to youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, Alicia was saying she's seen a house before. Then I was quite unsure if she was serious. But turns out... there was really a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them. The house is actually a shop. Or many shops, I forget liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMGP2061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us again, in front of the house. We were laughing at Derek's pose, to which he said it is actually a Fuck-you pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside House of Condom (first time in my life), and the people there were dumb enough not to catch me and my 2nd brother. We look like 21 years old and above meh? Hahaha! Lots of promiscuous and arousal objects inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to Starbucks to have some brother talk (hahaha!). I've never chatted with my 2 brothers before leh, so it was quite surprising. Our convo was like full of laughter, serious talk and crap talk. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was time for me to go to work. So they went home and I went to CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work, I almost argued with my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was commenting on a new colleague's watch, saying it was ugly. He said she shouldn't wear that to work, cos it's very something something (I forgot what he said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I hear that, I defended her and said, "Sir, this is fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Do you have such a big watch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I mean, while at work, do you wear such a big watch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No. But why cannot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he raised his voice at me, saying something about it being ugly and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say something that someone has is ugly is very insulting. Some more, she's a girl. He could have spared her feelings or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he just continued, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"It is ugly, Demas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"How is it ugly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"It doesn't go with the uniform. It is not appropriate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Then it's inappropriate, not ugly, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"They are the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"They are not. Ugly is ugly. Inappropriate is inappropriate. Excuse me, sir, I got A for my English, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz... I become sibeh dulan when people insist on being right, when they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, things were okay after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague, Jun Bao, was telling me not to cross any of the bosses' line, lest I get sacked. I told him, "I don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't. There were many job offers coming my way. I rejected being a sales promoter, a waiter at an Italian-Japanese restaurant and another restaurant. The only reason I chose working at there is because of the midnight shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most, I go back to asking if there are anymore vacancies for sales promoters, which is something I can excel in and can definitely earn more money through commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw 2 celebrities at my workplace. One is Xu Bin (the Campus Superstar one) and one is a host at Channel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, nothing much le, except that I met a new friend at work called Jeffrey, who is 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him I'm 16, he was like, "Are you sure?!" and gave me some sort of incredulous look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, do I really look that old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gives a deep, long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;22nd December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Settlers' again, this time with another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sean and Jian Wei at the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Clarke Quay to meet the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/SETTLERS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yee and Ai Hua, with Christmasy specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Hou, who has a knack for a variety of expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you! Haha, me with the golden specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yee, me and Ai Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, AH and XY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us guys. Stupid Jian Wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yee and me. I look really dumb with the specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, CH and XY. Chun Hou will win the "Most Varied Facial Expressions" award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Yee got to take a picture with her eyecandy, whose name we do not know. Anyway, we forced her to take de. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/B92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, with the person who taught us how to play the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, CH went to meet his family while Sean went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us went to eat at Fishermen's Wharf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh... Quite expensive, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua the Unglamorous (and not the Pretty) and me, sucking on something. XY says I look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, XY and AH again. Ai Hua, please, you are a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next, I asked the 3 to do poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/SEXY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Hou and Xin Yee have a tie. Ai Hua is showing an expression like she just woke up from a sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/ANGRY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Hou and Xin Yee tie again. Ai Hua looks like she just survived a drought at Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Emoshit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the overhead bridge, emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with a Christmas tree. Oh yeah, got bungee fall there. Like super fun like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cool. Eh, my new slippers! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is very nice, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elfish Chun Hou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Liang Court, a Japanese mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUN HOU IS A ROCKSTAR. LOL. JIAN WEI IS A PUNKSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Kinokuniya, I told them, "Hey I'm going to change slippers liao." And they LOL-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/JAPSHOES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the most awkward moment of my life. I wonder how traditional Japanese can stand wearing such slippers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our penises! Hooray! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/FOUROFUS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look noob in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7589513137555608934?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7589513137555608934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7589513137555608934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/tiredness.html' title='The tiredness'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5477310622127602500</id><published>2008-12-22T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:54:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Mr. Great,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do you still remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you do, since you come to my blog everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/MrGreat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why you did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why you tell our friend that you are going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"reconcile matters and to sort things out"&lt;/span&gt; when you come back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated you like my own good brother, and remember what you said when you I tried to clear things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I remember! You said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I will spare you 30 minutes to talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, by now, you still don't understand what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humiliation&lt;/span&gt;, let me define it for you, not through words; but by making you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that bad a person? Nope, I am not. I know I'm at fault at first, but surely you remember the little things that you've done? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a powerful blog? Yes, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your reputation be ruined in one single day? YES, IT CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I going to do it? I admit, I am vengeful; I am vindictive, but I don't want to inflict any damage upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not acting kind of anything; I am just asking for one simple thing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck off.&lt;/span&gt; Don't come and find me when you come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fuck off. Be the great person everyone remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, fuck off from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it. I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5477310622127602500?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5477310622127602500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5477310622127602500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-mr-great.html' title='Hi Mr. Great,'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6021219601731814506</id><published>2008-12-21T02:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:13:45.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Singaporean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, I'm a Singaporean, and I'm blogging only because I stand a chance to win an iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPod Touch, in question, looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/apple-ipod-touch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win the above godly gadget I am required to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) what makes me a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;(b) how people can pick me out from an international crowd from my Uniquely Singaporean qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fake my ass away like how some bloggers did, so I shall be honest with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I actually bothered to blog about (or "brag about", as the organisers termed it) how proud I am as a Singaporean makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singaporean&lt;/span&gt; (an adjective). Okay, I know it's difficult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I refreshed my blog and saw this advertisement regarding Singapore. Immediately, I thought it was some drawing contest which earns you some recognition as your masterpiece is proudly displayed at the National Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that sort of bullshit? (Wait, can I actually swear for this blog post? Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Nuffnang has not been giving me any advertisments for some time. When I finally saw a piece of ad, I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify my excitement. It was not something to do with Singapore. It was becuase Nuffnang actually pays me if visitors click on the ads I display on my blog. So, excitedly, I clicked on it, thinking I've just earnt $0.20.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out of surprise, something caught my eye: "... sleek, shiny underwear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kidding. It is actually "sleek, shiny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPod Touch&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest didn't matter for that particular moment. Very quickly my hopes were raised. Instantaneously, many thoughts clouded my mind that, for an instant, I was heavy-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In chronological order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What is it? Oh my god! Josephine has this, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"This is an official website. Confirm not fake products! Hehehe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But surely they won't be giving it for free?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt; giving it for free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gasping. Almost, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you sense my excitement, don't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that made me pretty Singaporean because which Singaporean would actually randomly blog something about being proud as a Singaporean? Forget it if you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially so when Singaporeans (I believe) are so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove my point I shall repost the much-anticipated SMRT-cum-LRT system that will be completed by 2030:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SU1Db8mxq-I/AAAAAAAACxk/y8b0ubIzGqs/s1600-h/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SU1Db8mxq-I/AAAAAAAACxk/y8b0ubIzGqs/s400/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281952085379754978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually joking to Benjamin that the government is doing much to encourage us to take public transport, thereby having less air pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand if Hong Kong or Japan has such a complex transport map, but Singapore! Hmmm... food for thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though so, I admit I'd really like this kind of convenience in my life, which makes me Singaporean again. Sedentary lifestyles and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does an average Singaporean do everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, shit, sleep and work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedentary actually alliterates with Singaporean. Therefore, we have sedentary Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a suspicion. My suspicion is that those people who constantly promote a healthy lifestyle only exercise once a year on ACES Day. Maybe I'm wrong. I dunno! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, Singaporeans &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once watched a show. Apparently, some people were playing a prank on Singaporeans. They set up a tent and put a sign which says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Freebies to give away, starting at XXX time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have guessed the reaction of Singaporeans. They started queuing like nobody's business. They didn't even bother to find out what those freebies are! It could be some stained boxer briefs; it could be things that they would never need, for instance, a tampon (there is no argument; men would never need them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the queue just got longer and longer, until finally the organisers decided that it was too serious a prank (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby also confess my love for freebies (is it actually a Uniquely Singaporean trait?), but at least I would be smart enough to ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; the freebie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you must pick me out from an international crowd, just get someone saying he is distributing freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would then unabashedly exclaim loudly, "What?! You've got free freebies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noticed the repetition in my sentence? Well, that is because I would probably be too excited to get free stuff to care about grammar and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another belief is that Singaporeans (the middle-class people?) love to throng EXPO when there is a food exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, a food exhibition means saving cost on a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, I am serious. My mum is like that, and I'm very proud of her. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might mention the part on Singaporeans being complain kings (or queens, if you insist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, personally, I am not a complain king, so I have got nothing much to say about that. But I don't like the sunny hot weather here in Singapore. I really can't stand waiting for hours at the ICA. I also think the Escape Theme Park is kinda boring. I don't like food stalls which are unhygienic and I will really write a complaint letter to the respective organisations should I spot any unclean elements. Lastly, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; complain kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I am a peaceful person to the depths of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I am proving my point: The irony of it is that most Singaporeans don't actually realise they complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above about sums about me as a Singaporean (and also representing a vast majority of Singaporeans, I believe!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, well, that's all I have to share. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a foreigner, I hope you have mastered the skill of identifying a Singaporean -- it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; difficult, you know? *Wry smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm Singaporean! Blog Contest&lt;br /&gt;Check out other Singaporeans at &lt;a href="http://mysingapore.sg"&gt;mySingapore.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6021219601731814506?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6021219601731814506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6021219601731814506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-im-singaporean.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Singaporean!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SU1Db8mxq-I/AAAAAAAACxk/y8b0ubIzGqs/s72-c/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3829450575149612405</id><published>2008-12-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:41:09.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;21st December 2008, Pizza Hut dinner with o3 guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Hey1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Hey2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and Ren Jie. Omg Keith I want your teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me: Keith has nice teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say the sentence 10 times, without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Hey4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to CCK park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful group photo! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, me and RJ. Keith has the thickest dick. Ren Jie has the thinnest. Mine is average! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz, the below pics of Keith are NC-16, so those who are not yet 16, please don't scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Hey5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Hey6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, your face is really in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGONY&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, Ren Jie! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, individual pics of all of us! Haha boh liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... More coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3829450575149612405?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3829450575149612405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3829450575149612405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5812629728674741280</id><published>2008-12-20T11:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:07:28.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello readers (if you are still reading my blog, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago (okay, two days ago), a friend of mine was telling me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey, actually your blog is good, just that it needs advertising."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy to hear that, but I don't care if there's advertising or not. I can't be more than thankful to have some kind of "recognition" in the cyberspace when, in actual fact, I am a weak geek (talk about internal rhyme [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no! Only geeks use such terms!&lt;/span&gt;]) behind the screen (and of course I mean the computer screen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through my past entries and I realised I have been blogging almost everyday. I hereby announce I am too free liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the most free person can blog everyday lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Geeks lead very sedentary lifestyles. They either read a book or they use the computer. They don't eat, sleep or shit -- I swear, because I'm one myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, enough of the geek part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz (disgusting "z" but I just pretend it is typo), I would be juggling with 3 jobs very soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Private tutor&lt;br /&gt;2) Waiter&lt;br /&gt;3) X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one has an incredibly high pay rate of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$10/hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, where do you find a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10/hour&lt;/span&gt; job?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it was a good catch. Sorry, I retract what I say. It is a bloody good catch. Being the money-minded (all the "m" words are bad: materialistic, masturbate, etc) person I am, I quickly accepted the wonderful offer. In fact, I can quit my waitering job liao lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope, I promised my Area Manager that I would help them for at least 2 months. A promise is a promise. However tempted I am, I would still fulfill my little promise first. And I learnt this from you, Kai Jun, who told me that "A person who breaks his promise is not a human".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very scared that I am not a human. Then if I break my promise, what am I! An elephant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be an elephant, hence, I will fulfill my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz people, I can't tell you what my 3rd job is, but be sure that I will still be a virgin at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw my sister at work just now, at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am leh! She just finished late-night shopping with her girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Doreenme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest with the youngest. Cool! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, my uniform says it all -- I work at Coffee Club at Orchard Fountain Corner. Don't bother finding me because I'm nocturnal. Some of my friends have told me they would come and find me. I know they are bullshitting cos I work midnight shift la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, my sister is coming to visit us on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;! She's coming with a log cake! Hurray! *Beams like a bangla* (alliteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told her to bring a log cake? Me la, who else... My 2 brothers don't have a fetish for cakes, only I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of family, my father is throwing tantrums now, which I dunno why. I was very angry with him. So unreasonable la, sian... Haiz, so now right, I just want to be out of the house and not tolerate his stupid attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 2nd brother also. Yes, yes, you Delwin. I hope you read this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your temper sucks some times... Don't be a waiter!&lt;/span&gt; Stop showing me attitude la, I'm your brother leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz... I had enough of people throwing their temper at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my sister left, there was a slight commotion at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was this Malay guy, drunk, who entered the cafe. And he saw his enemy, who is a Caucasian (or Westerner, whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a brawl started! It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malay guy&lt;/span&gt;: Fuck you, dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malay guy&lt;/span&gt;: Whacha doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malay guy&lt;/span&gt;: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah, fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malay guy&lt;/span&gt;: Suck your dick, fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: You wanna suck my dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Malay guy&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, let me suck it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, the angmoh's girlfriend started to plead with both guys to stop quarrelling. And also, I was the only working staff present with them at that time, so I was quite flustered, though I regained my composure almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began saying, "Calm down, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not mean what I say at all. I wanted them to continue to fight! Makes my job interesting! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the funny part: The drunk Malay guy was like really inebriated, so he could not really speak properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt;: Fuck... you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? Huh? (Acting deaf) [It was SO FUNNY!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt;: Fuck... you! (He is really stupid. He could have said, "Don't act dumb.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angmoh&lt;/span&gt;: Huh huh?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole convo continued for like 30 seconds, with them repeating the same thing, when finally the angmoh said: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Speak some English, will you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally Jun Bao and my manager came to solve the problem. The Malay guy was like super pissed off (and drunk some more), which aroused my sympathy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angmoh even went, "Oh, you wanna beat me up? Come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing was: I tried to take a photo of them, but I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz! If can, it would be so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workplace is patronised by so many interesting people! Kills boredom... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager was telling me he wanted to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Malay guy, he was quite crazy la. When the angmoh left he sat at a table. Then he ordered some food, and he left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He left!&lt;/span&gt; When Jun Bao was going to serve him his prepared food, he was hailing a taxi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's crazy. We were actually half-shocked, half-amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that nothing much le. I got to sit on a chair for 1.5 hour. Quite slack la, wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas are more interesting people who patronise my cafe! I would be content! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Sir Jason (one of my managers. I have too many managers) to work midnight shift. He's the slackest of all. Apparently, once, he told my colleagues to eat, sleep, smoke, do whatever they want cos it was 5am in the morning and without customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah so shiok one! But he is normally assigned morning shift, so cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freaking long post I have here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey o3 people: Is anyone kind enough to accompany me down to the chalet we booked? Cos I need to check out some stuff and it cannot be done by calling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all very what one lor... So sian, always make me do alone! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5812629728674741280?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5812629728674741280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5812629728674741280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-tired.html' title='Very tired'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6439292570789586400</id><published>2008-12-19T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:44:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"God made mankind; everything else is made in China."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6439292570789586400?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6439292570789586400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6439292570789586400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-quote-of-day.html' title='Best Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7701175408873671577</id><published>2008-12-19T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:09:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o3 Whoosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(New post; forget about the old post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua&lt;br /&gt;Anselm&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;C. Jane&lt;br /&gt;Candice&lt;br /&gt;Chien Siew&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;Demas&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;Josephine&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Keith&lt;br /&gt;Nizam&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie&lt;br /&gt;Yin Shuen&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Keith needs to pay $10 more (inclusive of the new $5)&lt;br /&gt;2) Shafiq needs to pay $20 (inclusive of the new $5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Everyone needs to pay me just $5 more, which means each person now pays $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet that Benjamin's mum booked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HomeTeamNS Pasir Ris Holiday Chalets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hometeamns.sg/index.cfm?GPID=47"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*  8 fully-furnished semi-detached chalets with 4 spacious bedrooms each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(/Edit: Ren Jie pointed out that it is only ONE semi-detached chalet. Good point!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* BBQ Pits &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Basketball Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    * Children’s playground&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tennis Court&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Days 3 Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dates: 5, 6, 7, 8 January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Please pay an extra $5 (everyone except Keith and Shafiq) to me on 2nd January 2008 ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No delaying because we have to buy BBQ stuff. Hope you guys can cooperate! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;The ex-Head of Functions&lt;br /&gt;Demas Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7701175408873671577?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7701175408873671577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7701175408873671577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/o3-whoosh.html' title='o3 Whoosh'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2344726979988322159</id><published>2008-12-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:06:40.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMRT and LRT map in 2030</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SUpmzim_2HI/AAAAAAAACxc/SfReC18A-tY/s1600-h/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SUpmzim_2HI/AAAAAAAACxc/SfReC18A-tY/s400/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281146548695062642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Enlargeable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the coolest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2344726979988322159?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2344726979988322159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2344726979988322159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/smrt-and-lrt-map-in-2030.html' title='SMRT and LRT map in 2030'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SUpmzim_2HI/AAAAAAAACxc/SfReC18A-tY/s72-c/Singapore+MRT+LRT.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-59823902288299222</id><published>2008-12-18T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:32:59.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Evangelise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who is Salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be rude, but why are you evangelising on my tagboard? Or is my blog not the only blog targetted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me? Who told you that? To clarify this, I asked Ai Hua, who told me that "Jesus loves anyone, just whether you believe or don't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every religion has its own beliefs. If you believe in your religion, there's nothing wrong with it and I respect your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say, "Jesus loves anyone" (in general), I can also accept it. Why? Because it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your own&lt;/span&gt; belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is my blog&lt;/span&gt;. If you tell me "Jesus loves me", you are saying the message directly to me. Then, what am I supposed to say if I don't believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to a stranger and tell him "Hi! Jesus loves you. Join our church!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard from my dad about his trip on a ship. There was this lady distributing flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message of the flyers is simple: The good of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady was persuading people to convert to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's rude? What if I'm a Buddhist? (I am a free-thinker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah kao... is she stupid or what? Imposing her beliefs on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Sorry, Ai Hua actually meant she believes Jesus loves anyone, whether or not you believe it. There is nothing wrong with that. It's her own belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, as an evangelist, got to be more sensitive when spreading your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-59823902288299222?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/59823902288299222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/59823902288299222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2016193591910774402</id><published>2008-12-18T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:40:14.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing beats standing for 8 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drained, tired, shagged from the night's activities (sorry for the ambiguity... I'm drunk, okay?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I feel like a paralysed shellfish, which is a double whammy (damn I anyhow use one haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hiccups*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Oh yeah, there's this bartender at my workplace, called Jagan, and he looked quite intimidating at first. I thought I would never speak more than 10 sentences to him. Thus, if God would allow a simple question from me to him, I would really like to ask: Are you a Malay or an Indian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... turns out, he is much more approachable than expected. And he is a Malay, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaches us the moral of not judging a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dilemma during work. Many butches patronise my workplace, which is not surprising as they probably party all night and come for supper. And these butches usually have girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning question is: Do I address a butch as Sir or Madam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in a dilemma. I almost said "Sir" to a butch, but in the end I quickly changed it to "Hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, earlier on, I went for this newbie training at Clarke Quay (where I saw a BPian called Wan Xuan I think. She's working as a pole-dancer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four students who are waiting for O-level results, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trainer asked: Introduce yourself. Say where you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Person 1&lt;/span&gt;: Blablabla... I'm going to Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Person 2&lt;/span&gt;: I would like to go to Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Person 3&lt;/span&gt;: I'm actually a junior journalist and I'm going to take up a journalism course at Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (very suay to be the last)&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I intend to go to JC. DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. I'm a freak, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they actually stared at me, as if Patricia Mok has just won Best Female Lead of Mediacorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, ok I'm kidding! They didn't stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt like a snob lor... haiz nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the students actually told me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you look familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounded like she saw me on TV leh! Wah I am famous! Or she might have chanced upon my simple blog to see my ugly pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... but I can't deny that brightened up my day. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I started out this entry to reflect on someone's words, but I ended up with much crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz, there's this guy called Jun Bao at my workplace and he really motivated me with his life stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you will never read this (some more your English quite bad hahaha... Eh no offence!), I wanna thank you for telling me all your life experience. You are so young yet you've been through so much, much more than anyone your age could endure. I really can't believe you started to help your mum sell vegetables at a tender age of a kindergarten child, when the more fortunate of us get to play catching and happy-slapping (haha kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's tough, you've got to face it. You really taught me something important today. Especially the loyalty to your good friends. I wish you good luck in your work and I hope you do get promoted soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have a nice, long sleep now. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I'm joking about the pole-dancing thing la! -_- But I forgot what she works as liao. Hahaha. Hope she doesn't read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2016193591910774402?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2016193591910774402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2016193591910774402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7020056747103484652</id><published>2008-12-17T10:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:33:26.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;14th December, dinner with 2 brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da ge treated me and er ge... Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point. Wanted to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seoul Garden's&lt;/span&gt; but was full house. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried a new restaurant called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breeks Cafe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delwin and me. We are showing our difference in status: He's a kopitiam boy at Chinatown while I am the Secretary-General to Prime Minister Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, wth. Okay la, he was gymming while I was going to work later on, thus explaining the drastic difference in attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Loveydovey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;16th December, yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired yesterday, despite my 14-hour sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that if you ask me if I were the most tired person on Earth, I would reply saying I am indeed the most tired person on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf am I talking about? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shocking thing was that when dusk approached, I grew less and less tired. I think it's the nightlife thing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Jurong Point to meet my godbrother, who treated me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish and Co.&lt;/span&gt;. The irony is that he is still schooling (in U) while I'm working. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I treat you la, but I must get my pay first (gei siao face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly remembered Kai Jun and Vivien actually are actually working in Jurong Point. Went to catch a glimpse of them. They both looked so professional, especially Kai Jun, omfg. Even my godbro was saying, "Wah they don't look like they are 16."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17th December, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as in just now. There was this drunk customer who was damn horny. Came in with 3 ladies and settled down (smoking area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hi sir, would you like..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Eh boy, I ask you, you how old?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"16"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still a virgin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna try my girlfriend or not, she's good leh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah he super duper funny can. And yes, you are right, I chose red and green to complement the Christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Eh Demas (he actually called my name), come here!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teach this lady how to pour the tea leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Proceeds to teach the lady how to pour the tea. I.e., must pour using the sieve plate so that there will not be any sediments."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah cheebye you fucking serious ah? Relax la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like LOL all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sir, here's your bill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Eh, I can touch your hand or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Steps back; laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Eh, kidding la boy, I am straight okay? I am very good at that one hor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was only semi-drunk la, but wanted to guai lan me. But I was quite happy cos I was quite bored at that moment. Fucking horny guy. But he was joking only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend gave me tips some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You, boy, take the money."&lt;/span&gt; (Leftover from bill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can take the money one or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, cannot. You must give me personally then I can take."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I obviously want the tips!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNN so ma fan&lt;/span&gt; (troublesome) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gf: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah it's like that one. Never mind. Give me the bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she handed the money to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHH!! I love you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stole 2 mini log cakes home for my mother and brother! I am very, very proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA... My boss is a bit CMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague even stole a can of beer right before him. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of food-tasting today because of a new Christmas menu. Super shiok la, especially the lasagna la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waitering man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I forgot to add about double-pay days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve itself, I would be earning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$120&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my job to the maximum! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7020056747103484652?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7020056747103484652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7020056747103484652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/overdue-photos.html' title='Overdue Photos'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4468031509334034552</id><published>2008-12-16T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:10:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is done cannot be undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You have tried your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you age, the childish thoughts vanish. But despite being immature, you were sincere and truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, and move on with no evil intentions, no anger, no hatred, no unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4468031509334034552?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4468031509334034552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4468031509334034552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-done-cannot-be-undone.html' title='What is done cannot be undone'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1236077522264163380</id><published>2008-12-16T09:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:27:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Super Bimbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, it's you Phyllis! No one can snatch your title. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis took me eating fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a waiter! And I'm proud to be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also a tutor! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one beats her. No one, really. Some of you might ask, "Beat her in what?" Well, in bimbotic ways, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst that, she also did many other stupid things like tying her hair with crazy ribbons. But no, I am not going to post them, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I look like a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Oh yeah, after visiting Phyllis I went to Eugene's house to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, Eugene. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1236077522264163380?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1236077522264163380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1236077522264163380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-bimbo.html' title='The Super Bimbo'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8761416573033598481</id><published>2008-12-15T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:37:08.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EAGLES Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMFG, I just received a letter and it says I've clinched the EAGLES Award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eligibility is either leadership &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; community service &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; excel in your CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say I have fulfilled the first two categories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Students' Council! Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I know some of you have gotten the COLOURS Award or something, but I'm not a sports person, so nothing to compare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8761416573033598481?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8761416573033598481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8761416573033598481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/eagles-award.html' title='EAGLES Award'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6386011513664890264</id><published>2008-12-15T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:09:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No qualms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's okay if you don't wanna associate with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You look like those kind who will run away when your friends are in trouble anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, some people are talking bad about your best friend (or just any of your friends), would you defend him/her fiercely or would you join in the criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you belong to the latter. You forsake a true, existing friendship for a moment of acceptance. Aren't you despicable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find yourself... very embarrassing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not good enough that your best friend would be there for you, no matter what? Isn't that what is important? In return, you should have the same loyalty, the same trust in him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I really cannot give a god damn fuck about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6386011513664890264?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6386011513664890264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6386011513664890264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-qualms.html' title='No qualms'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4341105474657523308</id><published>2008-12-13T15:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:24:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here to show a few photos, and I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday-today was eventful. The reason why I hyphenated "yesterday" and "today" is because I have adjusted my sleeping time to suit my work schedule. Nvm if you don't understand. I shall henceforth connect the two words into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yestoday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, had a Karaoke session at Josephine's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Pooh and Yuan Zhi, at Josephine's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Geylang with Zheng Wei, Jia Le, Josephine, Yuan Zhi and Eugene. We ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhi char&lt;/span&gt; (煮炒) at this humble stall called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shan Dong&lt;/span&gt; (I think). Quite nice! For those who dunno, it's just like everyone has a bowl of rice, and many dishes (i.e. a Chinese meal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were many prostitutes soliciting at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one particular occasion, I heard a pros saying, on the phone, "我没空和你说话，我要招客人。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation for the non-Chinese readers: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no time to talk to you, I have to entertain my customers (for sex).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pros was kissing this older man (not very old la), but somehow I could tell that she was just forcing herself. Aiya, it's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to eat 臭豆腐, AKA fermented beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Zhi, Josephine, Jia Le, Zheng Wei, Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Le took the photo from the other end. Me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very, very smelly. No, it is super duper ultra smelly. It smells like shit. Nobody dared to try it (but Eugene has tasted it before), and we were like laughing at the smell and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I tried it first. Okay la, it's not disgusting if you don't go and think about the shitty smell (literal meaning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to eat beancurd also... Very smooth! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everyone went home while I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I saw a very hot girl while working. She has a pretty face and a super hot body! OMFG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Josephine is going overseas again. Lol, bon voyage! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4341105474657523308?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4341105474657523308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4341105474657523308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-608165394205969086</id><published>2008-12-11T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:45:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/EXCOPIC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 December 2008, Holland Village Settlers' Cafe. Our first (and sadly, last) EXCO outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is damn funny. You have to describe things about the word that you pick, such that your team mates have to guess it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel, who fortunately did not ruin the photo. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper coins of FischMarkt, a bargain-and-trade game which requires a combination of luck and strategy. Samuel and I teamed up and won! By the end of the game we had 215 dollars. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of ourselves. Nice teamwork, wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls. Oh yeah, we were playing this game called Jurassic Jumble, which is somewhat like Heart Attack. The bones were there for us to retrieve once someone has all the cards of the same colour. Samuel kept being the last one to find out about no bones left. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys. I realised Eugene did a similar expression while pulling Angeline's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a fun day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good news, Samuel may be working with me. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I had my first midnight shift yesterday, and it's quite tiring. It is like a memory game. Got lots of things to memorise. For instance, for certain foods, must place which utensils; what is the Soup of the Day; what are the promotions going on; the table numbers; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a hell lot of things to memorise. But most importantly, I am enjoying my work and will try my best to get used to it. Apparently, I applied what I've learnt in the Council into my job, which came really handy to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I met are really interesting. Lots of butches also! Got some chio bu's here and there. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, but the people who throng the place during midnight are mostly smokers. It's like the smokers' station is completely filled with customers, but the non-smoking station is virtually empty. I figured that night-lifers are synonymous with smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my god brother just went overseas with his buddies. Have fun and come back safely! As well as to all my friends (HG, Keith, Benjamin), have a safe journey ahead! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-608165394205969086?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/608165394205969086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/608165394205969086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/exco.html' title='EXCO'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1704031135390339110</id><published>2008-12-10T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:50:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things that piss me off (Cont'd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) Bangkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Yeo's (Guess the person yourself! I won't tell you it's Zheng Wei!) house, and I awoke to drilling noise and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt; drilling noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Construction in progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this remind us of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA VISTA MRT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger (a few years back), I alighted at Buona Vista to mass drilling noise, coupled with thunderous hammering and banglas shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to ACJC with Lee (Huan Ghee), I alighted at Buona Vista to mass drilling noise, coupled with thunderous hammering and banglas shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half-jokingly telling Lee, "Buona Vista is forever under construction." And he laughed and said "yah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lion dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may say they don't like to hear them in the morning. Others would say they don't wanna hear them at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't want to hear them both in the morning and at night. And not even in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans like to sue people so much. I guess if one day I turn deaf, I shall sue the lion dance troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh I am deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: Ah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I wanna sue this particular lion dance troupe. They are XXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, but where's the proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: Proof that they caused your deafness. It could be that your grandmother shouted into your ear or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Well, if you really need proof. Stand in front of the lion dance troupe. See if you turn deaf!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the above conversation is totally illogical, because if I am deaf, how do I speak to my lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, there was this lion dance troupe near my house. And it went non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cling clang cling clang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my father got so distraught, he decided to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My father&lt;/span&gt;: Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Policeman&lt;/span&gt;: What's happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My father&lt;/span&gt;: There's a lion in the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Policeman&lt;/span&gt;: Oh my god. Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My father&lt;/span&gt;: I mean lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Policeman&lt;/span&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My father&lt;/span&gt;: But they are really noisy. Can you ask them to lower down their volume?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convo was damn funny... I was laughing like siao. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kidding. But I was just guai-lan-ing him on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hi you must be in Africa already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: What Africaaaaaa -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: have flown to Africa la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: &amp;amp; no Im still in SG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: Im not going to africa!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: haha... eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: When was THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you stop at Africa first, then go USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: HONGKONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: When did I say Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: OH LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super super boh liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1704031135390339110?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1704031135390339110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1704031135390339110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-things-that-piss-me-off-contd.html' title='The little things that piss me off (Cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-164762127497207953</id><published>2008-12-09T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:57:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things that piss me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is a day to remember, for it is one of my most unlucky days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I woke up to a wet dream. Damn messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate brunch with my big brother and his friends. His friends are damn funny. And accompanied them to Bukit Batok Driving Centre for his friend to apply for enrolment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother drove me to polyclinic, where I had to get a typhoid injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dunno what's that injection for, you might have heard of the infamous food contamination in Prima Deli (known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salmonella&lt;/span&gt;). It is a vaccine against the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yuan told me it is $8 for a jab. Before that I already checked out my neighbourhood family clinics - ranging from $24 to $26. Naturally, I thought polyclinics would be cheaper (I am a cheapo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that since I've got much time left, I shall wait for the many dying patients at the polyclinic. Waiting for 80 people is fine, if I get to save $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But omfg, the bill came up to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$27.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked that I asked the nurse: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Could you take out the contents that you've injected?"&lt;/span&gt; (in a very polite manner, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's very dumb of me, and I most certainly did not say that... I am joking la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was really shocked. You mean, after waiting for 80 dying patients (where half of them died waiting, anyway), I have to pay more than my neighbourhood family clinics?!?!?! I was quite infuriated and, for once, I felt as if I was the dumbest person on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even equal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked the nurse what were included in the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The jab&lt;br /&gt;2) Consultation fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Consultation fee my fucking ass!&lt;/span&gt; I knew I tio scammed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she nonchalantly asked me for the money. I was never going to let it go. So I told her, "No. Wait. I want to check with the doctor how come there is consultation fee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation I had with my doctor. You see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: What's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I need a typhoid injection cos I am working in the F&amp;amp;B industry soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, I will refer you to the vaccination room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: For this conversation, you have to pay an extra $5. A cup of coffee and perhaps a toast, you know?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she did not say the last line but wtf? This is injustice done upon me and I don't see why I need to pay for you referring me to the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so the nurse called the doctor. And the doc said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Oh, I entered the wrong code. There should be no consultation fee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, wrong code! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, during the convo, the doctor also told me that typhoid injection often comes with chest X-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot. My effing foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEST X-RAY FOR MY FATHER TO SEE HOW MUCH I HAVE GROWN IS IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what she was getting at, and I told her firmly and very clearly: Nope. I only want the injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew she wanted to convince me again. But I stared into her eyes, giving her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-don't-wish-to-pay-too-much-money&lt;/span&gt; look. Apparently, she got my hint and kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bill, without the consultation fee, became almost $23. Not much cheaper than family clinics lor, wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, today I was at Outram Park MRT Station. I forgot to bring money out so I asked my mummy if she was around; and if she was, maybe (okay, not maybe) she could meet me at OP MRT to pass me some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to whoever who constructed Outram Park, it has too many fucking exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flustered, cos I confirmed tio scolded by my mum one... Then I ran from one exit to the next. Amidst that, I got scolded by my mum (cos she is one who hates waiting) on the phone. Sian. Double sian. Triple sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, so I just apologised and thanked her and sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super dao mei today... Hope tomorrow will be better, as I'm starting work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-164762127497207953?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/164762127497207953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/164762127497207953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='The little things that piss me off'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4279470272361264536</id><published>2008-12-09T01:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:42:41.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An awesome week ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; from night till morning, I am proud to say I have successfully accustomed to a night life, which means I'm ready for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working from 11pm to 7am (I love midnight shifts), which is just nice for me. Cos I can meet my friends and stuff. I am quite excited of meeting the people there, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I would be having an awesome week ahead, cos it looks like I'm meeting different people everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Eugene just posted something really funny on the &lt;a href="http://teetwoclairvo.blogspot.com/"&gt;class blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO 4T2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i have just appointed myself as the CHEF for the class chalet in january 2009. I will settle all the meals, including breakfast, lunch, high tea, dinner and also supper! So do not worry. And i will take care of the monetary affairs too! So dont worry. And since Jane Lee (my mei nv) has managed to collect a total of X sum for the class fund, so I dont think you guys will need to pay a lot. At most, those who are going will each have to top up 10 bucks each. AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO DINE OUT! So for the 4 days and 3 nights, just tell your parents that you need only 10 bucks to survive! ALL THANKS TO ME AND JANE! I love jane for helping the class. Other than that, I acknowledge the fact that most of you are afraid that you might get poison, or the food doesnt taste nice or palatable etc, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;BUT DO NOT WORRY&lt;/strong&gt;, With me around, the food will be safe for consumption and it will be appetizing!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, the Chef.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to guai lan him, so I posted my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLO 4T2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have just appointed myself as the CLEANER for the class chalet in January 2009. I will rid the toilets of any urine, shit and semen. *Teehee*. I will also mop the floor, clean the kitchen (the mess that Eugene leaves; I am not even talking about food poisoning!). My job includes cleaning the windows, window grilles, doors, door knobs and also the television! So do not worry. And I will take care of the beds too! So don't worry (notice how I repeat myself, *Teehee*). And, since no one has volunteered to help me with the cleaning, I shall appoint some really good people, like Zong Sheng, who looks like a good cleaner himself! I don't think you guys need to pay for hiring a maid or something. At most, those who are going top up $2 to hire two extra maids to help out. YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ANY SPECK OF DUST! So for the 4 days and 3 nights, just tell your parents that you can still survive even if you've got asthma! ALL THANKS TO ME AND ZONG SHENG! I love *Teehee* Zong Sheng for helping the class. Other than that, I acknowledge the fact that most of you are afraid that you might still spot any unclean elements. Fret not! DO NOT WORRY, for with me around, everything will be spick and span!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Demas, the Cleaner &lt;/blockquote&gt;ISN'T IT FUNNY?!?! I find it super funny la, I can't stop laughing! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4279470272361264536?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4279470272361264536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4279470272361264536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-week-ahead.html' title='An awesome week ahead'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2375510737337582762</id><published>2008-12-08T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:42:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>稻香</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;跌倒了就不敢继续往前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;为什么人要这么的脆弱堕落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;请你打开电视看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;我们是不是该知足&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be content with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Jay Chou! Very meaningful... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look at me with those eyes, as if I've done something wrong, as if I'm a wayward teen; a juvenile delinquent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be thankful I don't fail my exams; don't climb rooftops; don't waste my life away at a random LAN shop. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want. I know what I'd be doing in future. I think that's good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, the only person I'd depend on is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was talking to Xin Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about my teeth. And I flashed it for her to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant my teeth, sickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why yellow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was saying about the yellow tinge on my teeth, then I told her, "我小时候没有刷牙啰。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated it means when I was younger, I didn't brush my teeth (due to my laziness). Don't go "Eeee...", like you don't do disgusting things when you were younger, like scratching your butt in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misunderstood her question. Apparently she was asking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why (did you choose) yellow (for your braces)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, damn misleading! Made me paiseh for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that question is frigging stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like me asking her, "Eh, why is your bra hot pink today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me she is a regular reader of my blog. Hope she misses this post. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; has been a pleasant chore. I have reached Season 2 already. I find Season 1 a bit draggy - 23 episodes leh. But it's still quite nice ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; is likeable. Hiro, who can bend time, is comical. Nicki, who has split personality and super strength, is a damn attractive woman. Claire, who can regenerate spontaneously, is very pretty (she is the female lead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as Parkman, who can read people's mind; Peter, who can absorb powers (the most powerful so far; but my brother told me that he is gonna suck big time in Season 3 -- Oh shit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spoiler warning&lt;/span&gt;!). The two kids are also very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all likeable! Even the villain, Sylar, has an air of taciturn around him, making him super cool as an evil person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all should go and watch Heroes, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very nice, encompassing the themes of trust, love and kinship indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to ask me which power I would like to acquire, I would say I want to read people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hayden is dating someone 12 years older than her. The age gap is quite big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I go watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; liao byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2375510737337582762?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2375510737337582762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2375510737337582762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='稻香'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5766754798861191203</id><published>2008-12-07T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:54:18.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When finally the pressure exerted by my braces has subsided, another pain comes along - thanks to my wisdom tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orthodontist (and that is a dentist who specialises in correcting improper teeth positions) showed me my X-ray and said I've got four wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four leh... But only one hurts, the other 3 are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of that wisdom tooth is embedded in a mass of gum, which makes my gum frigging sensitive to the maximum. I can only bite on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the pain that is most unendurable is pain in the mouth. I mean, okay, there is also pain in the penis, but that's only for people with syphilis and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true right. I would rather my hand or leg is painful than my mouth. Lyria told me that putting braces is the fastest way to slimming for girls. Cos you just completely don't wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never put braces I would never believe her. However delicious or mouth-watering the food looks, you will really prefer to not experience any pain and to troublesomely remove all the crumbs stuck in the metal thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are better now. I can eat hor fun and Mac breakfast (the hotcakes meal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether my wisdom tooth has finished growing. If it has not, it will grow above the gum. But my tooth seems to be entirely out of place, and I'm scared it has finished growing le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls continue to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that this post is pointless, I shall blog another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5766754798861191203?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5766754798861191203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5766754798861191203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-in-mouth.html' title='Pain in the mouth'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1263606530149221927</id><published>2008-12-06T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:02:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden Panettiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is pretty. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/hayden_narrowweb__300x4270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/blog-hayden_panettiere1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the female lead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1263606530149221927?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1263606530149221927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1263606530149221927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/hayden-panettiere.html' title='Hayden Panettiere'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7324067505021298161</id><published>2008-12-05T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:27:11.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am earning money via all means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My main job is being a waiter. But I edit English brochures for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also searching for tutees. Think there's a potential one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... waiting patiently for my edusave scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7324067505021298161?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7324067505021298161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7324067505021298161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-earning-money-via-all-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8750713233646593557</id><published>2008-12-05T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:31:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Going to work midnight shift now! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8750713233646593557?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8750713233646593557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8750713233646593557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-going-to-work-midnight-shift-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2191401627099832973</id><published>2008-12-03T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:32:28.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck at home watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;. It's damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character is Hiro, who can meddle with time. The female lead, Claire, can regenerate new tissues. Super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionging the episodes now! BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2191401627099832973?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2191401627099832973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2191401627099832973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/heroes-im-stuck-at-home-watching-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7441927374527651711</id><published>2008-12-03T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:39:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;T2 Clairvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add in the last photo, which is jumpshot (coined into one word now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/T2Jumpshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice. Benjamin zhaogeng-ed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/T2Clairvo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa, 2nd December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Blogger1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Blogger2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one in yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something mature in which I hope is not associated with my brilliant class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are really gigantic b... Well, Eugene is sleeping well on it's cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author's note: It is not a cell division process)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie and Wei'en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/LeeHuanGhee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huan Ghee buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyria, Jia Xi and Janice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/ChristmasTree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us! As you can see we didn't manage to get the Christmas tree background, and compensated with Santa's carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tried photoshopping us into the picture, and I think it's quite nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/T2Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The tree was fifty times bigger than us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Zhi, Benjamin, Woon Yeow and Wei Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is WJ doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Hui, Zong Sheng and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/T2Clairvo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Zong Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/EugeneLOLL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene's face! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pulling Angeline and Wei'en's hair btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7441927374527651711?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7441927374527651711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7441927374527651711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/t2-clairvo-sentosa-2nd-december-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-512424156640161988</id><published>2008-12-02T01:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:31:10.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;o3 whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon much contemplation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just give up work and to meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Eugene has just successfully persuaded me to go for T2 outing tomorrow. I am grateful, asshole angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I will now take charge of o3 chalet. Okay people I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of admin stuff to clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1) The original sum paid by each person is &lt;u&gt;$15&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In alphabetical order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ai Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anselm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;C. Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Chien Siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Demas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Iqbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Jun Yue&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nizam&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shi Yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yin Shuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Zhe Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If your name is missing, tell me.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some toots have only given me $10, namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno whether it is deliberate or what, but surely you guys remember this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/JosephineandKeith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Badly cropped picture, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is not the point! The point is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) If you guys want 4 Days 3 Nights, please pay an addition of $10.&lt;br /&gt;B) If you guys want 3 Days 2 Nights, please pay an addition of $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that a majority of you prefer 4D3N, please do pay $10. When? No problem, on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2nd January 2009&lt;/span&gt;, which is march back to our old campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be unable to attend the chalet, I will refund you. So, Jun Yue, remember to collect your refund! :-D :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2) The Details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;January 12th, 13th, 14th and 15th&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Dates are unconfirmed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we must bear in mind that there is a possibility of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crashing with collection of GCE O Level certificates&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad if we are so suay (which is highly probable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do have such an unlucky clash, further arrangements will be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will be no games! :-D Do whatever you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will be a barbecue though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3) Please remember to pass $10 to me on 2nd January 2009! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even better if you are meeting me during the holiday! If not, I don't have enough money to book. Seriously, hope that you guys cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt any proofs of payment, please come find me (though presently, I have zero receipts to begin with la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be searching for a someone to help book the chalet. And I will try my best in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, could you guys spread to all o3ians about this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hyperlink this post on the right of my blog, which will be updated periodically to provide fresh details. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Words in purple will be updated details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o1 CrashCourse: 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th January.&lt;br /&gt;4T1 Avias: 13th, 14th, 15th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;4) Loyal enthu we will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE O3 WHOOSH! :-) Although we lost to o1 for Cheering Comp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for more personal stuff (Last portion of prom photos):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC02321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Kai, a major in aesthetics and visual arts of Harvard University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC02393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline, major in General Science of NUS; Benjamin, major in Sewage Treatment of Bangladesh University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC02317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Hou and Jian Wei, school dropouts. Failed their PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding la okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC02406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, major in 3-D Pornography of Hollywood College; Musfirah, major in Plastic Surgery of NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? I AM MOST CERTAINLY A LAWYER-GONNABE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-512424156640161988?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/512424156640161988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/512424156640161988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/o3-whoosh-upon-much-contemplation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5297587344051784598</id><published>2008-12-01T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:38:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Should I work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a dilemma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I have to undergo training to be a sales promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. Got training one ah? As in, must wait for a week for the training! This is infuriating because I thought can straightaway start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian... Don't feel like working suddenly. Just want a comfortable bed and a good book to read now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5297587344051784598?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5297587344051784598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5297587344051784598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/12/should-i-work-in-dilemma-i-was-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8358497840967166378</id><published>2008-11-30T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:21:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It does not involve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;feelings of anger, regret or jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I gave in. And I give in once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to be prideful nor sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cos, after all, there is no revenge in friendship. And ya, I'm sorry for the damage I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one can hear you; when no one can understand you, take a deep breath and say, "Life's like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8358497840967166378?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8358497840967166378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8358497840967166378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-does-not-involve-feelings-of-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3878984843855585520</id><published>2008-11-29T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:09:46.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Menu of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Breakfast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge&lt;br /&gt;Baked beans&lt;br /&gt;Tofu&lt;br /&gt;Half-boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;Tofu&lt;br /&gt;Tofu, extra soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tofu, with chilli paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tofu soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beancurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3878984843855585520?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3878984843855585520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3878984843855585520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/menu-of-day-breakfast-porridge-baked.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8759153059856839569</id><published>2008-11-29T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:00:09.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My mouth is in great pain cos I have put braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a permanent pressure exerted on all my teeth to push them to the correct position. Can't chew on hard stuff like apple, pear and v...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be having porridge for breakfast and lunch (or dunch). By lunch I would kinda get frustrated and just skip dinner totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn troublesome cos the food will get stuck on the metallic appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANNNNNNNNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doctor said the pain will go away in 4 - 5 days' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 3rd day le, so hopefully it will really go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I think I pretty much suck right now. The state I'm in, I mean. Long, messy hair and a painful mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like talking. Can only blog, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe going to buy baked beans later. Hope it's soft enough. For the first time in my life, I hate eating good food (which is hard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But almost all good foods are hard what, with the exception of chocolate mousse la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was welcomed by Candice to the Braces Family (?), and congratulated by Crystal. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come got congratulations one ah? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading some GP stuff and it seems difficult to memorise all the facts. How come GP has no narratives? I dunno how to write arguments and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has not started, feel so bored at home. Maybe going to swim later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with my brother and his girlfriend soon. But I bo money sia. Even my Edusave Scholarship is used for the braces. Kk, I know le, ask my mum give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I sound like a spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I guess I'll just look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so tired, going to sleep again bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8759153059856839569?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8759153059856839569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8759153059856839569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-sian-my-mouth-is-in-great-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6423149721503914980</id><published>2008-11-28T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:22:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;What if one day you could have any hair colour you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/JaniceMe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm sorry, Janice. LOL... I was just trying out... (Tell me if you wanna remove this photo, LOLZ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/KEITHme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keith and me. He has premature graying hair. I have purplish blue hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And also, I tried it on EXCO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/EXCOEDIT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Samuel - Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Josephine - Orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pearleen - Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Musfirah - Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eugene - Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me - Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOLZ. RAINBOW SIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay going to sleep le. Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6423149721503914980?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6423149721503914980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6423149721503914980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-one-day-you-could-have-any-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1636103229904379349</id><published>2008-11-27T07:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:25:54.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Shall post another then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Prom Queen&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/n668088566_1006219_7320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(The nicer photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, EXCO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P1160116-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo a lot because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The 3 girls all look very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Samuel Chia did not ruin the photo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU, SAMUEL... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all I have for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know got more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1636103229904379349?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1636103229904379349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1636103229904379349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/shall-post-another-then-hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3357807097146447140</id><published>2008-11-26T13:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:24:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I am so outdated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;How to use Facebook!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; LOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I started receiving Facebook prompts weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And also, I changed my e-mail. It is no longer prince-wannabe@hotmail.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:350%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prince-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have added my ex-class and my current class, and have stopped adding people as I'm very frustrated with the copy-and-paste thing. Add me if you want ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I changed my email because prince-wannabe screws up contact names, which I dunno why. I think there's a virus or something. Also, there are many weird weird people that I added last time, and I don't really wanna talk to them online, and I feel bad about blocking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Moreover, since people always laugh at me when I tell them my e-mail, I decided that I shall be more irritating then. Hahaha! The transformation of a wannabe to an already. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For the last time, the in-between is a DASH, not an UNDERSCORE. ZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Not this: _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And... coming back, I am like a noob in Facebook. I don't even have Friendster or Multiply. All I have is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. I thought it's enough to keep my photos like a journal sort-of, but I am wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:250%;"  &gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; has a Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LMAO. I am seriously outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And here I am, struggling to figure out some stuff. Alamak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can someone teach me? Please... Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sian diaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Back to figuring out some functions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith told me Facebook is only to play games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3357807097146447140?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3357807097146447140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3357807097146447140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-outdated-how-to-use-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4716994213846659154</id><published>2008-11-25T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:41:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last days of enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before even more enjoyment comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I took my cousins out to play... at Escape Theme Park. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, nvm, relives my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai po and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha I like this photo a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigging tired again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4716994213846659154?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4716994213846659154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4716994213846659154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-days-of-enjoyment-before-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-467513113521550322</id><published>2008-11-25T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:42:23.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My dear sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOREEN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-467513113521550322?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/467513113521550322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/467513113521550322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dear-sis-happy-birthday-doreen-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8386238459972852976</id><published>2008-11-24T21:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:01:58.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Posting the most anticipated post that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry ah, I have been very busy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers' note: As far as possible, I have tried my best in retrieving the photos taken on that day. I am only posting the nicest photo to avoid repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, thanks to Eugene who helped me style my hair and polished my shoes! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pairs category&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4T2 Clairvo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Xi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Chao, with Wei Qi behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF0445-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG3160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/100_3705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiun Yang. Sian... the date ruined the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qi. Blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Zhi. OPEN YOUR EYES, YZ. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG2208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei'en. Is it a coincidence or what? Yuan Zhi then Wei'en! I didn't do anything, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Best Smile&lt;/span&gt;, Huan Ghee. There's something wrong with HG's hand sign. I guess it's supposed to be the hand sign for someone who is shuai, right? But am I being paranoid or what, it's more like a hand gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian diaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woon Yeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4T1 Avias&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC08853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal. I want to pull your earrings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lun. I like his blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Woon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4P2 Royale&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSC00581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith. I look damn fit in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/SDC10867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Yi. I never smile properly. I am like saying, "Hee Yi, after this photo, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/SDC10866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never smile properly again. With Zheng Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know why le, Zheng Wei's camera is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CURSED&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zong Li. This is funny! I never took a photo with Zong SHENG, WTF. He's my classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4P3 Logarithm (Whatever the name is)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:400%;" &gt;PROOF THAT SAMUEL CHIA ALWAYS RUINS PHOTOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1170edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it is his EYES. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I very bad leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Pearleen. Haha, Pearleen, you got a lot of personality meh?! I feel that someone is going to beat me up... J...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RIMG0339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all, set your cameras such that they do not display dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. And wtf is that distracting thing on my face? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is with Xin Yee. Don't worry Xin Yee, you are a girl la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4M1 Must&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting Miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;When-I-don't-talk-I-am-an-angel-but-when-I-open-my-mouth-I-am-an-elephant&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/PROM050-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/P1160159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MUSFIRAH BTE MAHMOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/pnzd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizam, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Personality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4L1 Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious [Guess what? FUCK THE NAME. LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_2902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQBAL. XIAO BAL. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROM KING:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RIMG0459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHONG YEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROM QUEEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RIMG0427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for photos comprising 3 or more people (and in no particular arrangement):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF5984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis, me and Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mrs Loh and Benjamin. Must score a distinction for English! :X I really miss her lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF6032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis, me and Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/PROM014-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine, me and Musfirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SSrVLVhf0EI/AAAAAAAACxM/ERAdO1RCnX4/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SSrVLVhf0EI/AAAAAAAACxM/ERAdO1RCnX4/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272260704523505730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4T2 Clairvo #1, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlargeable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOL-ed at Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SSrVzKDw_hI/AAAAAAAACxU/TCy01sqfq0g/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SSrVzKDw_hI/AAAAAAAACxU/TCy01sqfq0g/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272261388640779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4T2 Clairvo #2, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlargeable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... Is it just me, or is it really that Eugene seems to be cropped in from another photo? He looks like he doesn't belong to this photo, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the brightness of his clothes ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us pointing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Best Smile&lt;/span&gt;. HG can really smile hor? Look at his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG2263-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wei'en and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Smile&lt;/span&gt; (from now on Huan Ghee will be rechristened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Smile&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, I curse the person who took the next photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/PROM008-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like looking lecherously at something, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even looking horizontally: It looks like I'm looking at a girl's X. And plus the stupid lecherous smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH SIAN DIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO TOOK THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Eugene, Personality and Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG0117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from left: Me, Benjamin, Qiu Quan, Yuan Zhi, Weeping Woon Yeow (ALLITERATION), Stephen, Yu Hui and Jiun Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Woon Yeow is obviously not weeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG2270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra, me, Angeline, Best Smile and Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee Tian, me and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF1062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Yang, Mrs Joseph and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/IMG_0615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ms Rashidah and Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG2209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, me and Kendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/CIMG3156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S ALL. I spent a very, very long time on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are still some photos here and there which I haven't gotten... But I will try to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8386238459972852976?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8386238459972852976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8386238459972852976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/posting-most-anticipated-post-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/SSrVLVhf0EI/AAAAAAAACxM/ERAdO1RCnX4/s72-c/IMG_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6925431644908981581</id><published>2008-11-24T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:55:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received Edusave Scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is very happy too. Which is unsurprising, because the only thing my dad is happy about me is when I get good results. Of course, I know it's only Prelim... Don't really feel like thinking about O Level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the date to collect will interrupt with my work. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6925431644908981581?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6925431644908981581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6925431644908981581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-money-money-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1586844468014994391</id><published>2008-11-22T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:46:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is no good. Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop blogging here. Shocking number of visitors. I am a person who enjoys solitary to the depths of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol kidding la. But feel a bit uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching to another blog ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1586844468014994391?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1586844468014994391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1586844468014994391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/somehow-this-feeling-is-no-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8577786385464595707</id><published>2008-11-21T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:15:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Things I need to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Visit my grandmother. Miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Visit my maternal grandfather. Hope he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bring my younger cousins out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Shop and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Get a job ASAP, preferably at the location I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Prepare for A Level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8577786385464595707?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8577786385464595707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8577786385464595707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-need-to-do-1-visit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7557055194633652313</id><published>2008-11-21T06:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:25:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WOOOOH! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror is frigging huge. Haha I bo liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine. I was a little drunk after that. Oh yeah, I tried white wine too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singers were great. Very professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite singer. She looked prettier in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I had my X-ray taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have applied for jobs. Hope they would call soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Post on Senior Prom will be pushed right up once I complete the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm friggginggg tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all byebye! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7557055194633652313?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7557055194633652313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7557055194633652313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/wooooh-celebrity-lol-mirror-is-frigging.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7886333272212365256</id><published>2008-11-19T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:28:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Phyllis, for finding me this from &lt;a href="http://inspirese7en.wordpress.com/"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go is to cherish the memories, to overcome and move on. It’s having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realising that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found it difficult to let go of something? It might be a relationship, an important friendship, or even materialistic and superficial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is an amazing feeling... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7886333272212365256?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7886333272212365256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7886333272212365256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/letting-go-thank-you-phyllis-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2472897998503177337</id><published>2008-11-19T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:17:08.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Senior Prom 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCF0445-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yuan and me. Yay full body pic, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics coming up... Be patient! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2472897998503177337?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2472897998503177337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2472897998503177337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/senior-prom-2008-jun-yuan-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4954442787022171866</id><published>2008-11-19T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:34:29.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sending Trang off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/RSCN5196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4954442787022171866?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4954442787022171866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4954442787022171866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/sending-trang-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8829779879706136320</id><published>2008-11-19T07:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:34:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chain mails suck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't forward the mail to enough people, I get cursed, i.e., die or meet a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I just delete de, but I forgot about the stupidity behind all chain mails, and I got cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"1 person - you will die at an early age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I didn't even send to ONE person; I send to ZERO PEOPLE. Can you believe it - they didn't insert a penalty for not sending totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can people get? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"0 person - stabbed 1000 times to eternal hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of stupid chain mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 guys came my house after Prom. We were supposed to play board games, but wtf, I think we ended up sleeping. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before Prom, I was kinda flustered cos there's a lizard in my box. It's like a box where I keep all the letters/gifts/etc from my friends. I remember my sister gave me perfume as Christmas present and yes, it was inside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the perfume and, to my horror, the lizard was like moving swiftly across the messy contents of the box. I was flabbergasted instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I threw the box on the floor and got my broom ready. I hit the box repeatedly, but that stupid lizard just wouldn't come out. Finally, out of impatience, I gathered that spraying some insecticide might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it did. Stupid Lizard apparently could not stand the smell of insecticide, hence, when it came out, I smacked it with the broom like there's no tomorrow. I think I squished the intestines of the lizard out. Gross. The tail was still wriggling la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of lizards, I have killed 4 of their kind so far -- all household lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me mention the super gross one which happened some time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my bathroom doing something and suddenly, a BABY LIZARD decided it common politeness to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS REALLY OMFG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered vaguely Xiaxue's method of paralysing lizards with hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did. Shot a full blast of hot water directly at the asshole. And it was really paralysed instantly, though moments later it regained its full mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to constantly paralyse it with hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you telling me to let it off? I'm not a saint or what, I was (and am) certainly not a Buddhist, so I had no religious obligations whatsoever. And I was (and am) obviously not that magnanimous a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMACKED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is actually difficult to describe: The moment I smacked it -- I think the smack really shocked the lizard, and it started to scamper around even more quickly than nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it was difficult to smack it again because of the bathroom tiles that had holes in them. You know, the tiles that your parents buy to prevent you from falling while the floor is wet? Yup, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that lizard was smart enough to enter the hole. However, because it was injured (with the first smack), its movement was considerably slow. So I took the seemingly last opportunity to whack it again. This time, harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it managed to enter the hole. Determined to eradicate the disturbance it has caused, I lifted up all the tiles. Evidently, the second whack must have caused some real damage because it was moving really slowly this time on the floor. With one final effort, I blasted the lizard into drain. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its head got stuck in one of the holes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN WAS I HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left it to die there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg back to sleep now, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some after-Prom photos at my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yu Hui. Sorry la I bathed already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, Qiu Quan and Eugene eating my pizza bread. I told them to pose one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie and Woon Yeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zong Sheng and me. Wah kao I look damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yuan, legless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie and Yu Hui gaying. Wei Jie does really look like he's enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "You all know what's a blog or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they freaked out. HAHA TOO BAD! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8829779879706136320?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8829779879706136320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8829779879706136320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/chain-mails-suck-if-i-dont-forward-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-6225975124034217482</id><published>2008-11-18T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:37:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On friendship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No," Harry said aloud, and they all looked at him, surprised: The firewhisky seemed to have amplified his voice. "I mean . . . if somebody made a mistake," Harry went on, "and let something slip, I know they didn't mean to do it. It's not their fault," he repeated, again a little louder than he would usually have spoken. "We've got to trust each other. I trust all of you, I don't think anyone in this room would ever sell me to Voldemort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he looked at Harry. It was close to pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the hieght of dishonour to mistrust his friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might have guessed, yes, I'm re-reading some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; because of the impending exam (as in, last year). And I regret reading the synopsis of the book before actually reading the book. Spoilt the experience of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character is Lupin. Was quite sad when I learnt that he will die with Tonks. I'm Harry-Potter-crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read more books, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For One More Day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha I'm such a geek! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Madagascar yesterday with Keith and Shi Yuan. Quite nice ba, I guess, though I don't have a fetish for cartoon movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought new Levi's jeans after trading in my new pair (deduction of $50). Coolness. I love my new jeans to b1t$ @Ndd p13ce$s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I gtg now. See ya guys at Prom later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-6225975124034217482?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6225975124034217482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/6225975124034217482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7242782576688203396</id><published>2008-11-16T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:30:45.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morrie nodded. "Do you see that sculpture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's me," Morrie said. "A friend of mine sculpted that maybe thirty years ago. His name was Norman. We used to spend so much time together. We went swimming. We took rides to New York. He had me over to his house in Cambridge, and he sculpted that bust of me down in his basement. It took several weeks to do it, but he really wanted to get it right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, here's the sad part of the story," Morrie said. "Norman and his wife moved away to Chicago. A little while later, my wife, Charlotte, had to have a pretty serious operation. Norman and his wife never got in touch with us. I know they knew about it. Charlotte and I were very hurt because they never called to see how she was. So we dropped the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Over the years, I met Norman a few times and he always tried to reconcile, but I didn't accept it. I wasn't satisfied with his explanation. I was prideful. I shrugged him off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mitch . . . a few years ago . . . he died of cancer. I feel so sad. I never got to see him. I never got to forigve. It pains me now so much . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was crying again, a soft and quiet cry, and because his head was back, the tears rolled off the side of his face before they reached his lips.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7242782576688203396?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7242782576688203396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7242782576688203396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesdays-with-morrie-morrie-nodded.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5064193057522713825</id><published>2008-11-15T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:38:40.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What a busy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chionging all the prom night stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy but satisfying. Eugene, Pearleen and Samuel came my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my messy room that I share with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene and Samuel are wearing counz tee. Quite nice ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that Josephine and Musfirah chionged down from Vivo with more stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all LOL-ed at Samuel. He looks spastic la wtf. I remember he used to ruin many of our photos by blinking, blurring, showing a retarded face, and more. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More work tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5064193057522713825?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5064193057522713825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5064193057522713825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-busy-day-was-chionging-all-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2282998281736266218</id><published>2008-11-14T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:38:31.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Walk until my feet are swollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best birthday present ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally pieced this puzzle after a long time. From Angeline. I thought it was just some random puzzle, but it turned out to be customised! Wah I am SO TOUCHED LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, Angeline! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bowling at Palm Gardens [14 Nov]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell Crystal she must at least wear shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, that's very daring of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nose bleed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that's my jacket, that's why it's oversized for her. I like the colour of my new jacket! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; wearing shorts la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan, me and Ren Jie. Oh ya, good luck for your job interview, RJ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sending Zhang Jiao off at the airport [14 Nov]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Zhang Jiao and Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she's doing fine now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Orchard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now bye bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2282998281736266218?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2282998281736266218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2282998281736266218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/walk-until-my-feet-are-swollen-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8389226239241572668</id><published>2008-11-14T08:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:58:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;All at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were there to be your stepping stone to success; an aid to problem-solving, I guess I was the one who had made the biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong because I have been more than a critic than a friend. When people criticised you, I should have stood for you. Even if it wasn't for a friend, it should be for conscience. Instead, I joined in the criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, when I realise this, it's too late, because everything is happening all at the same time. If there is a chance to patch things up, I would be there not as a critic, but as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... good luck to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8389226239241572668?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8389226239241572668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8389226239241572668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-at-same-time-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3707200575156679707</id><published>2008-11-13T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:49:39.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Bio P1, which was my last paper. Didn't feel much about the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had EXCO meeting. Then met junior EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go with Eugene to Orchard. Saw Zong Sheng and co. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate with Zheng Yang. Had a nice chat with him. Jun Yuan came to join us after that. Haha, we were talking happily on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of O Level le! I feel so great! (Contradiction, I know, cos I just said I didn't feel anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to describe the greatness. It's like a burden off your chest. Yep! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, really damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3707200575156679707?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3707200575156679707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3707200575156679707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/wah-today-had-bio-p1-which-was-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8130161974942162897</id><published>2008-11-12T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:44:57.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Exhausting week ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta settle many stuff after Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer that kind of life. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later got Chem P1, and then tmr last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, time, pass faster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8130161974942162897?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8130161974942162897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8130161974942162897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhausting-week-ahead-gotta-settle-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7661550821404273302</id><published>2008-11-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:46:57.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that life has many more wonderful things to look forward to, other than going to a prestigious JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, like kinship and friendship. And there are many other little things that make life great, such as people smiling to you when you help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok? Jian Kai? LOL. Not being sarcastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7661550821404273302?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7661550821404273302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7661550821404273302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-that-life-has-many-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3058984341126380730</id><published>2008-11-11T07:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:21:46.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2 more MCQ papers to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I, though have not met my expectations for some papers, am looking forward to the prospect of O-Level ending ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in the course of O-Level, I was sick yesterday. Kwa kwa kwa... Luckily it was only a mild illness and, moreover, today I'll be having a break (plus do some Chemistry, of coz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel quite happy (sorry for the lack of vocab, as I am only half-awake. EXCUSES! LMAO) about the activities ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly after Bio paper I'd be meeting the EXCO! :-) I haven't met them for a longgggggg time. Ok, actually, I have been meeting Josephine and Eugene quite often (former because she lives in my house [inside joke]; latter because, well, he is my classmate... Not that it's something I'm proud of. Eh, kidding hor, Eugene!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems I haven't seen Samuel, Pearleen and Musfirah for years. [Hyperbole detected].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think on the same day itself, my mum and I would be going some shopping malls to walk walk. Awesome... Although I have been going to shopping malls (inevitable because fast-food restaurants [and please spell this word correctly], it's not like I get the chance to really buy anything. *Flashes a ... deprived look* (What did you think I was about to flash... ZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, going to Josephine's house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. This time, in the guise of wanting to K until midnight, I told everyone that it is to celebrate my belated birthday. WTF, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation goes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear friend of Demas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are invited to my belated birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: Josephine's address&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. And got people believe me lor... Wah lao! Doesn't anyone have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;??? Hui Jin the ah boy even asked, "Isn't that Josephine's house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "DUH." Then she LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A critic may ask, "Why is it not Josephine who asks, but you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer that requires sheer courage and mental strength, for fear that anything funny would, however, be provocative to A and B at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding la. Got permission to go of course, dumbass! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the point is, we are so gonna K until dunno what time like last time. Come to think of it, it was quite daring of us to K in the middle of O-Level the other time. And yes, people, K is a verb, but I don't know what it means exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight digression: Who knows of the new K-Box rates currently? The last time I go I swear it was $17.00 at least. I was damn sian diao. It's like EXORBITANTLY PRICED. Wah kao! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, her Karoake (do you know how angmohs say this word? Food for thought!) room is so much more comfy and spacious, although the one drawback is that it does not have 魔杰座 and other new albums. Haiz... *Shifty eyes at Josephine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I just realised I sound like I chao uncle. Shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also, going to shop with Eugene and some T2 people soon. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, surprisingly, Shi Yuan 心血来潮 (Hold it, how do you translate this idiomatic phrase into English..? Difficult...), ask me go shopping. Great... So going with him and Keith just before Prom. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, Prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish myself a successful shopping experience ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is the most meaningless, ever. Lmao (pronounced: lao3-mao3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I finally found my golden name tag and councillor badge. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being a councillor! :D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, to all my juniors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd be giving away free books in an attempt to act like I'm kind and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kidding. I need to clear the mess I've created due to O-Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below are the subjects that would be of no use to me in future and therefore, would be given free to anyone who wishes to save money:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Take note, however, that the condition of the books varies accordingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elementary Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics (Good riddance!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on and ask me. Includes textbooks, guidebooks and what-not. I even have past-year practice papers for O-Level Oral examination, which is almost brand-new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First-come-first-serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your amazing senior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3058984341126380730?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3058984341126380730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3058984341126380730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-more-mcq-papers-to-go-alright-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-382595163812817762</id><published>2008-11-10T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:41:13.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I quote Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'At your aunt and uncle's house,' said Ron. 'And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No -' said Harry quickly; he had not counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking this most dangerous journey alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You said to us once before,' said Hermione quietly, 'that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're with you whatever happens,' said Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their friendship is so beautiful, without manipulation, self-advantage and betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forsake a friendship which is true and existent, or you may regret it later on in life. Existent means you can feel it - it's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. Some times, a true friend is indeed more understanding than one's closest kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-382595163812817762?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/382595163812817762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/382595163812817762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-quote-harry-potter-and-half-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3577705188854512985</id><published>2008-11-08T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:14:25.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/Me_XY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Xin Yee. I am taller than her. Hahahahahaha. I don't wanna be shorter than you, XY. :) Or is it because you bend down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people in focus in this picture. Me, Huan Ghee. And an unidentified girl in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and Crystal, wearing braces and specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Jefferson, William, Unidentified, Yuan Zhi, Josephine, Eugene, Ren Jie, Xin Yi, Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 + Josephine. It looks more like a family photo. Josephine really spoiled the photo: We are supposed to look SOLEMN. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4M1 Must(a...) + Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o3 Whoosh! + Josephine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn443/KohShengWei/DSCN5103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be Yu Hui seducing Yuan Zhi, but I think they dunno how to act. It's like at a bar like that, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's a ghost behind Yu Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, we had this birthday party right after Bio paper, which was crazy cos gonna have SS paper soon ma. Wahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3577705188854512985?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3577705188854512985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3577705188854512985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-graduation-me-with-xin-yee.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-1229609464424081254</id><published>2008-11-07T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:10:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I laugh my ass off for Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to seriously laugh for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Holy. Toot. You. Asshole. Supposed. To. Save. Me. Cos. I. Screwed. History. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/4 Fish + 3/4 Duck)-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Lol. This is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the worst O Level I have ever taken in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. I only took it once what? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something. I realised humanities papers are the most exciting one. I could hear Benjamin gasping in class when he learnt about the Lit question (as in paper 1). At that point in time, I haven't turned the page, so I was quite mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks for the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm la suan le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCQ papers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the rainbow or moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-1229609464424081254?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1229609464424081254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/1229609464424081254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-laugh-my-ass-off-for-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3227218134034233348</id><published>2008-11-06T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:13:27.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last draught of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I promise. After Literature = MCQ papers only. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ruining my health, my liver, my kidneys (and that includes my ureter), my stomach (of all organs, since my stomach &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; disagrees with me), my complexion (sian... Prom Night coming some more -_-) and, last but not least, my urethra (if you know what that is, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Liver&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Vivien, a theory says that: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A person must get some sleep from 11pm to 2am, because that's the period when the liver needs a serious break, lest it will break down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite worried for my liver when I heard that. We only have one liver each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think studying at night is more effective. So I nap in the afternoon and study from night to around 3am. And I can feel that only half of my liver remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you feel that?" a skeptic may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I dunno, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution&lt;/span&gt;: Eat some pig liver. OMFG ACTUALLY I HATE EATING ANIMAL ORGANS. I don't understand how people can actually eat them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kidneys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to study outside, hence can't enjoy the warmth of family life and can't eat at home that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you eat out? Salt, MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor kidneys... So sorry yah, just bear with it. After tomorrow, I will only eat at home cos left all those MCQ papers only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution: I've decided to go organic after O Levels. Lol, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stomach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's not enough, I drink tons and tons of coffee. It's like water to me now, only aromatic and brown. I gulp it down continuously like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects? Acid in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, pain in the stomach is damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution: Drink some concentrated sodium hydroxide after the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkali + acid --&gt; Salt + water, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what salt I will get, though. LOL. Later I die from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Complexion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn freaking lots of pimples. Sian, double sian, triple sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution: Wash my face often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Urethra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't tell you how I ruined that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, my health is ruined totally, and I will try to compensate somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sneezed 5 times consecutively. LOL, damn funny! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3227218134034233348?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3227218134034233348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3227218134034233348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-draught-of-coffee-last-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-2313977492722953507</id><published>2008-11-04T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:36:50.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Decided to reopen my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, kidding la. Just felt like it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously, during this unblogged period I've been reflecting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you prefer a  friendship which would last for a lifetime or a friendship that you wouldn't even bother after a year or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I choose the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What will your reaction be if you discover you have been used by your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought through, and realised it's okay, since I've been used by a very good friend. Better than some other people, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In trying to salvage a friendship, if it seems more like a form of pleasure or entertainment to that friend, you realise that this friendship is not worth saving after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too complex to comprehend, but try, okay? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Despite all of these, you must still remain as a loyal and faithful friend. Whatever secrets your friends tell you, put them in your brain and never take them out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty and trust maintain the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more calm than angry or disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, we meet friends who befriend you for a motive. Once in a while, we are manipulated to achieve certain goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just treat it as my negligence, and I won't go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了。:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more papers to go... Hurry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-2313977492722953507?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2313977492722953507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/2313977492722953507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/11/decided-to-reopen-my-blog-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-4209917332201870415</id><published>2008-10-24T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:04:06.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It always feels better to forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I can't decipher your next move, can't understand your complicated personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, we will always remember you as the simple, kind and polite person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOTS! A Maths is over! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M, I know it's hard on you. But I will study hard and try my best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-4209917332201870415?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4209917332201870415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/4209917332201870415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-always-feels-better-to-forgive-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8568646045343761285</id><published>2008-10-23T08:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:21:01.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thanks all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: This is not an emo post at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it a warning ah? Lol I dunno la. Always got people think I'm emo on my blog, but I'm not, seriously. I know I should have done this on Graduation Day, but nvm, it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Angeline for the gift, and Xin Yee for the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Benjamin for all your help in academics (especially your History essays!). Thanks Eugene for motivating me to strive hard for "O" Level. Thanks Huan Ghee for lending help when I need some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua, Yu Hui and Zong Sheng for living around me. LOL! Then I can always randomly call you all down to study, wahahahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine, Xin Yi and Ren Jie for being random, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal for being the most bitchy friend, ever. Oi, kidding la hor. And Shi Yuan too, for being my seating partner in Lower Sec. LMAO. And Ai Hua for Upper Sec! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3 Whoosh 2006&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T2 Clairvo&lt;/span&gt;! :D You guys made the 4 years in BPGHS worth being in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who celebrated my birthday for me this year: Wei Lun, Zheng Wei, Huan Ghee, Eugene, Yu Hui and Ai Hua. You people really made my day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, thank you the EXCO of the 25th SC: Eugene, Pearleen, Samuel, Josephine and Musfirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bunch of funny people. It's always damn fun when we all come together! Anyway, thanks for making life more fun in BPGHS. LOL YO CHECK IT OUT! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so great, dunno why! Don't feel like studying sia! OK I'm kidding. Of course must study la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums up the 4 years in BP. There are more I wanna thank but I can't remember at the moment.  Anyway, we will be going separate ways soon, so I wish you all all the best and do well for "O" Level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou! It's really the last stretch already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8568646045343761285?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8568646045343761285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8568646045343761285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-all-my-friends-warning-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8944982858534921883</id><published>2008-10-22T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:07:57.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;More to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today, thanks to Jian Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really damn funny. JW used to be a punk in Sec One. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the jokes really made me laugh like mad la. I haven't laughed until SO CRAZY for a freaking long time. Damn it LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a break for me. Yeahhhhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to History and Biology exams, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sian diao, my bag spoil. Both zips. -_- Have to get a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More papers to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-8944982858534921883?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8944982858534921883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8944982858534921883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-to-come-didnt-do-much-today-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7054621272451281115</id><published>2008-10-22T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:51:19.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Waking up and I feel so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;flashback&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry P2. It was okay ba, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper was quite important as my teacher said if it was not well done, could be quite demoralising -- which I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Electrolysis was a killer, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school went to Subway to study with Crystal the VP (guess yourself) and Zong Sheng the crap. LOL. Me? I am Demas the celebrity. LOL no la. I am Demas the prince-wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- Chao lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of Maths cos I hadn't touched it for 4 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English P1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ate breakfast. Canteen not open, wah sian then in the middle of exam got gastric. Super suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be skeptical of people saying, "Must have regular meals, if not you will develop gastritis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"LOL LIKE REAL SIA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep having irregular meals and tada! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... After the exam immediately chionged (not so exaggerating haha) to eat with Angeline and Yuan Zhi. For the first time, I tried yong tau hoo dry, cos last time I always eat yong tau hoo soup. It tasted brilliant! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then studied with them. Chionged Maths again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Phyllis there too. First time I saw her for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna study with Phyllis, Jian Wei and Chun Hou after A Maths exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7054621272451281115?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7054621272451281115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7054621272451281115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/waking-up-and-i-feel-so-great-d-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-8685878142421577055</id><published>2008-10-21T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:07:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today = Decisive day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't use HCL as my L1 (for obvious reasons).&lt;br /&gt;2) I really wanna enter my dream JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite stressed now...&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/1394941699105268252-8685878142421577055?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8685878142421577055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/8685878142421577055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-decisive-day-1-i-cant-use-hcl-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-5898549392041030386</id><published>2008-10-20T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:59:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to talk about commitment,&lt;br /&gt;when you sacrificed friendship for enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;You said, in indignation, "Why do you want to doubt me?"&lt;br /&gt;And things that even you yourself disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice have I sought your forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;but it is pointless. No, it is very pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Your blithe indifference is truly admirable,&lt;br /&gt;but it has caused everything to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only had to talk to people,&lt;br /&gt;and that would be ample.&lt;br /&gt;It is alright if you haven't done anything significant,&lt;br /&gt;anything prudent, or anything brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best, and you know,&lt;br /&gt;but it requires a different you to forgo.&lt;br /&gt;Skepticism,&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You define friendship as deserving,&lt;br /&gt;as an aid to problem-solving.&lt;br /&gt;Is yours or mine wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been wrong all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stepping stone to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-5898549392041030386?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5898549392041030386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/5898549392041030386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/commitment-who-are-you-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-7895621922452930800</id><published>2008-10-19T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:03:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got his taxi-driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah cool sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a maths question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passenger got onto a taxi at 11am. By 12am, the metre fee was $7.30. He alighted at his destination at 12.30am, and the metre fee was $19.60. Given that there is a midnight charge of 50%, how much does the passenger have to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth, this is like one of the questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, congrats Daddy! LOLSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-7895621922452930800?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7895621922452930800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/7895621922452930800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/wahahaha-my-dad-got-his-taxi-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1394941699105268252.post-3131420194319614183</id><published>2008-10-19T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:11:32.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O-Level candidates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already known, you could check your seating arrangement at litespeed. Click &lt;a href="http://elearn.litespeed.com.sg/Elearning_Platform/xfiles/login.modcgi"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD LUCK ALL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1394941699105268252-3131420194319614183?l=fraudaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3131420194319614183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1394941699105268252/posts/default/3131420194319614183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraudaso.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-level-candidates-if-you-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
