<?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-15894462</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:03:16.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angshion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-7806555198303620858</id><published>2008-12-22T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:16:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do cows produce milk even when they are not pregnant, as opposed to humans? If that is the case, how do the wild cows release the milk in them? Because if it stays too long the milk will curdle or clot (i forgot), creating this immense pain. And there are no cowkeepers to milk them, or any calves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-7806555198303620858?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7806555198303620858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=7806555198303620858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7806555198303620858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7806555198303620858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-cows-produce-milk-even-when-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-170714612468434208</id><published>2008-11-15T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:41:13.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long long time since i was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost touch with friends who are either busy working or studying.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the future where i am still in a dilemma, work and life wise.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the present where thoughts always seem to push their way back in.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the budget which is shrinking day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Lost by myself where everyone is doing their own thing everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-170714612468434208?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/170714612468434208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=170714612468434208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/170714612468434208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/170714612468434208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-long-time-since-i-was-here.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-7707481407014452272</id><published>2008-06-15T22:57:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:33:52.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taiwan Trip - Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU5T4V4GeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AZzeL6AzEPo/s1600-h/P5030001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU5T4V4GeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AZzeL6AzEPo/s320/P5030001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212135157455657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the seat in JetStar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU45iGrgJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kafsq5c2S3w/s1600-h/P5030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU45iGrgJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kafsq5c2S3w/s320/P5030002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212134704809738386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seat Companion for the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU4q-ONw0I/AAAAAAAAARs/b91QADWhxdY/s1600-h/P5030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU4q-ONw0I/AAAAAAAAARs/b91QADWhxdY/s320/P5030003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212134454659498818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU4VuPeRYI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Hfu2VNJHC0/s1600-h/P5030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU4VuPeRYI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Hfu2VNJHC0/s320/P5030004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212134089592554882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU33cese_I/AAAAAAAAARc/jwy9A3fuCsM/s1600-h/P5030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU33cese_I/AAAAAAAAARc/jwy9A3fuCsM/s320/P5030005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212133569428487154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Squishies! At every level of ascend we make, different form of clouds appear reminding me of what i learnt in Primary 4 - Columbus Clouds etc.. (But still does not aid in life i guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU3AEA3QvI/AAAAAAAAARU/9KFJzOypXEw/s1600-h/P5030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU3AEA3QvI/AAAAAAAAARU/9KFJzOypXEw/s320/P5030006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212132617968108274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2vgur_GI/AAAAAAAAARM/_clmqt0U9L8/s1600-h/P5030007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2vgur_GI/AAAAAAAAARM/_clmqt0U9L8/s320/P5030007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212132333618723938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once dreamt the plane wing caught fire and fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2dh9F1wI/AAAAAAAAARE/5KtL6r73abc/s1600-h/P5030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2dh9F1wI/AAAAAAAAARE/5KtL6r73abc/s320/P5030008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212132024709928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind: Sports sports soccer soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2KfG1F4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GYWIv1ymOTA/s1600-h/P5030009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU2KfG1F4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GYWIv1ymOTA/s320/P5030009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212131697527953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU1jiHxi2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/i6Pug37mf04/s1600-h/P5030010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU1jiHxi2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/i6Pug37mf04/s320/P5030010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212131028322323298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady basically was shouting, "HOTELS HOTELS. COME QUICK BUS IS LEAVING NOW. Rather impatiently, she gestured us over and answered our questions adequately but service was not there. (Not a complain queen, but hey i'm Singaporean AND a hospitality graduate. Hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU1LkiqsJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2fmvwDZEzh8/s1600-h/P5030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU1LkiqsJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2fmvwDZEzh8/s320/P5030011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212130616655130770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it cute that they issued baggage tags for us. Like a mini plane service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU04uVZCFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HvTzUWl2Tvw/s1600-h/P5030012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU04uVZCFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HvTzUWl2Tvw/s320/P5030012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212130292866287698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, began our one hour ride to the hotel. Which to our lack of knowledge, was split into two. Upon stopping, the bus attendant was sort of asking us to get down, but as it was in front of the Freego counter and in the middle of nowhere only a number followed him. Later on he kept on coming back and spoke exasperatedly, "Why is no one getting down? You understand Mandarin right? Go down!!" I felt sorry for the Japanese tourists who were mistaken for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU0hyYXwJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yuSpi70Lspc/s1600-h/P5030013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU0hyYXwJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yuSpi70Lspc/s320/P5030013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129898815537298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU0FGSYE4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1jTomV68JFU/s1600-h/P5030014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU0FGSYE4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1jTomV68JFU/s320/P5030014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129405942895490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i did not take a photo of the hotel we were staying at - Rainbow Hotel. =/ Upon checking in, we stopped by one of the many eateries along the hotel at Xi Men Ding. Cute Fried Rice shaped in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzw9NKJzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rRt5ktTR9Eo/s1600-h/P5030015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzw9NKJzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rRt5ktTR9Eo/s320/P5030015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129059907708722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Oyster Omelette, chewy to no end with the sauce not overly sweet or tangy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzTOLo7mI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QFPF3DhJb0g/s1600-h/P5030016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzTOLo7mI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QFPF3DhJb0g/s320/P5030016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212128549068664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some noodle dish that we ordered randomly on the food list. Just soup and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzB1UeajI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mrylzdqiz8E/s1600-h/P5030017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUzB1UeajI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mrylzdqiz8E/s320/P5030017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212128250337061426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hordes of these in Taiwan! We tried playing in one shop on one of the days, and though about 95% of the time the metal hook managed to grab onto something, the upward jerk motion always caused the object to drop back down. =( And the items were pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUy1z6C3cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KHE5O0o_fLc/s1600-h/P5030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUy1z6C3cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KHE5O0o_fLc/s320/P5030018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212128043799338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts from Dunkin' Donuts! About SGD1.35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUyQ0hAqbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nNmyAoaGWmc/s1600-h/P5030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUyQ0hAqbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nNmyAoaGWmc/s320/P5030019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212127408307612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewy, nice, no oil taste, =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUyBQSfF1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/PaShyegPsk4/s1600-h/P5030020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUyBQSfF1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/PaShyegPsk4/s320/P5030020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212127140884977490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUx1EKg8zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JJfl_V-tnWA/s1600-h/P5030021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUx1EKg8zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JJfl_V-tnWA/s320/P5030021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212126931471889202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another famous street stall turned clean outlet. Ah Zhong Mian Xian. Delicious! The mian xian was so cooked that you could not really feel the definition of it, which contributed to the smooth texture. They added dried Bonito flakes which enhanced the flavour. Do nod your head when they ask if you want vinegar and chilli, YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUxikraf9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MYkHvITuX_M/s1600-h/P5030023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUxikraf9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MYkHvITuX_M/s320/P5030023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212126613782298578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig's organs. Chewy to even more no end ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUxDla6QyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/v2KSsoEeV2s/s1600-h/P5030024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUxDla6QyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/v2KSsoEeV2s/s320/P5030024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212126081405567778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's eating up everything. =( Anyway we went to try some in Singapore and we always could taste the various mian xian strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUw0VUlfiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xbW8pqrT4Xo/s1600-h/P5030025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUw0VUlfiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xbW8pqrT4Xo/s320/P5030025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212125819386035746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone standing around slurping. If this happened in Singapore, i bet someone or another would be complaining something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUvqvpx-zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QVjwA38SSGk/s1600-h/P5030026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUvqvpx-zI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QVjwA38SSGk/s320/P5030026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212124555143936818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUvHK9-ywI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1xNiSMmve7Y/s1600-h/P5030027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUvHK9-ywI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1xNiSMmve7Y/s320/P5030027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123944001129218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggy looking on! There were quite a number of large dogs in Taiwan, rather than cats. All were really tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUuwVO4ffI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iA6D1d66ZoI/s1600-h/P5030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFUuwVO4ffI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iA6D1d66ZoI/s320/P5030028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123551619382770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go. End of the first day. We reached the hotel at about 8pm? There were about 120+ TV channels in the hotel. WHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-7707481407014452272?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7707481407014452272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=7707481407014452272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7707481407014452272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7707481407014452272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/06/taiwan-trip-day-1-view-from-seat-in.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/SFU5T4V4GeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AZzeL6AzEPo/s72-c/P5030001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1587870554852698318</id><published>2008-02-13T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T03:38:59.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grandfather Xi Gives Finance/Money to youuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7HwB4NyzUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/k3cQKCp9oQ8/s1600-h/P2070329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7HwB4NyzUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/k3cQKCp9oQ8/s320/P2070329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166174162631445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNYCNYCNY. Just had a flashback of back when mIRC was still popular, and i was in my school's channel. Wanting to be cool and desiring to obtain the '+' sign indicating some operator or something, i changed my nick to XXX^cNy. An addition of those three alphabets pushed me up the ranks! Teenagers. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my final thesis. 'The Continuation of Travel Agencies - Why and How' A question to myself: Why did you choose this topic even though you work in a hotel???&lt;br /&gt;Hope i graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had the option of working back in the kitchen or the hotel. Hmm i hope i made the right decision. Really miss the hectic times when orders just come pouring in... Hence i made my way to find some reviews and tada! Photographs taken by guests. If you were ever curious as to what i do in the kitchen, here's an insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7Hu_oNyzTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/reucmx4k9O0/s1600-h/MY+Apple+Puff+Pastry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7Hu_oNyzTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/reucmx4k9O0/s320/MY+Apple+Puff+Pastry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166173024465112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Puff Pastry with Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Apple puff pastry with vanilla ice cream - this was really really good. The pastry was crispy and warm and the apply filling very very nice and not too sweet. The ice cream was also good stuff 10/10. All of us loved this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha i still remember how this dish came about. We were pondering on what dessert to serve for the set lunch that week, and I was desperate for something new instead of the usual. I suggested something that was of course not that feasible, but the sous chef managed to relate it to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went off to lunch and i had to do it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon powder&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla beans&lt;br /&gt;Whole vanilla pod&lt;br /&gt;Calvados&lt;br /&gt;Brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Walnuts&lt;br /&gt;Egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;And of course, torch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first tasted it, i felt like i was in heaven! The taste was so familiar yet far away. The closest i could put it was some caramel thing from &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Häagen-Dazs. &lt;/span&gt;Hmm thinking back now, i think the taste matches that of a Blondie sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7HuzINyzSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0TZ2gwjmUlE/s1600-h/MY+Choux+Buns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7HuzINyzSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0TZ2gwjmUlE/s320/MY+Choux+Buns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166172809716747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choux Buns filled with Vanilla Ice Cream, Topped with Baked Almond Flakes, Drizzled with Chocolate Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be fooled by what 7-11 sells! Their version of choux buns have vanilla custard as fillings instead and some other weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bun is made from choux dough, where it poofs up while baking in the oven. If the door is opened too often or the buns are taken out too early, they simply sink back down as do a failed soufflé. I tell you, the process of cooking the dough is tiring. Have to stir, mix, whip, blah while it is placed directly above a stove. If it is too hot or anything, the dough breaks and yay you have to start a new dough all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. 70% Valrhona  chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1587870554852698318?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1587870554852698318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1587870554852698318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1587870554852698318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1587870554852698318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-grandfather-xi-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R7HwB4NyzUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/k3cQKCp9oQ8/s72-c/P2070329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6555991762152135934</id><published>2008-02-05T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:11:31.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R6dVAAxO3gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPOhqDkRKaE/s1600-h/P1180295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R6dVAAxO3gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPOhqDkRKaE/s320/P1180295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163188956498419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All of your experiences that determine how something appears to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then why is it so easy to mix it up with something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And when will I ever learn to trust? Shows, gibberish. I mean, do they actually happen? I guess that’s why they’re made into a show to get into our hearts. Then what about reality shows and true stories? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyone who understands all these, please give me a call because you’re definitely far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-6555991762152135934?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6555991762152135934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6555991762152135934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6555991762152135934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6555991762152135934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/02/reality.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R6dVAAxO3gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPOhqDkRKaE/s72-c/P1180295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-3666378785541694390</id><published>2008-01-26T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:54:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please please please let me go to Hong Kong, or somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-3666378785541694390?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3666378785541694390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=3666378785541694390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/3666378785541694390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/3666378785541694390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-please-please-let-me-go-to-hong.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1851998254340713715</id><published>2007-12-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:30:45.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby don't you cry i will give you very bit of love that's in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i will bake it up into a simple little pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna make a pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby don't be blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna make a pie with the heart in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna make for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna be a pie from heaven above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;gonna be filled with strawberry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and hold you forever in the middle of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby here's the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby here's the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm your light and i'm your shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;baby you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;keep you in my kitchen with me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's getting better.. But I dare not allow myself to think that it's getting better, as what goes up can only go down right? There's a peak to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being trusting is good i guess but at this age we're all still ignorant about so many things. May not go for other people. How do we know if we're supposed to be suspicious or what? =/ Perhaps the decision comes with experience, with age. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heartfelt things&lt;br /&gt;How i hope someone geels&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;br /&gt;Understands&lt;br /&gt;On the same plate as you&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the world?&lt;br /&gt;The silly things&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;The possibility&lt;br /&gt;Only the heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's good. Always half full. Always half full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1851998254340713715?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1851998254340713715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1851998254340713715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1851998254340713715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1851998254340713715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-dont-you-cry-i-will-give-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6755193846256523863</id><published>2007-11-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:02:29.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R0xNmv1F_tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sRjprFrP224/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R0xNmv1F_tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sRjprFrP224/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137566602992418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-6755193846256523863?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6755193846256523863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6755193846256523863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6755193846256523863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6755193846256523863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/R0xNmv1F_tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sRjprFrP224/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-7789649076523162965</id><published>2007-11-17T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:30:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dancing bears&lt;br /&gt;painted wings&lt;br /&gt;things i long to remember&lt;br /&gt;once a song&lt;br /&gt;someone sings&lt;br /&gt;once upon a december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone holds me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;horses prancing the silver storm&lt;br /&gt;figures dancing gracefully&lt;br /&gt;along my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;long ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-7789649076523162965?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7789649076523162965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=7789649076523162965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7789649076523162965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7789649076523162965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancing-bears-painted-wings-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-7270850095924505100</id><published>2007-11-12T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:52:29.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS GALORE, DIMSUM, POPOVER &amp;amp; SCONE TRYOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seeing as how i have a good camera on hand now, yesterday marked the start of my snapping frenzy. Began the day, or rather closed the previous night by mumbling to my father about Victor's Kitchen, this really raved-about dimsum place in Sunshine Plaza. Yesterday morning, he refused to bring us there to eat as he wanted to go and drive his taxi for more bucks. My mum then thought about this new dimsum place just inside Prime Mart area and proposed that to him. Surprisingly he accepted seeing how bummed out i was. (cuz of my off day!) While on the road, he mentioned about the one opposite Tampines Soka Association and as it was the one he always bought home six years back we decided to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork Buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzge6uiGEMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SfRZjlbZ3Ec/s1600-h/PB110075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzge6uiGEMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SfRZjlbZ3Ec/s320/PB110075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131885769660960962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Fried Yam thingy with Pork Cubes inside. Delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnYOiGEvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6V1ncbTPDLo/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnYOiGEvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6V1ncbTPDLo/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131895072560124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-too-familiar Siew Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnTOiGEuI/AAAAAAAAANw/fcT8RfpEcCI/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnTOiGEuI/AAAAAAAAANw/fcT8RfpEcCI/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894986660778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual HK style chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnMuiGEtI/AAAAAAAAANo/IjQ6y8o3M5A/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgnMuiGEtI/AAAAAAAAANo/IjQ6y8o3M5A/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894874991629010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgm8-iGEsI/AAAAAAAAANg/JswnZHok6mA/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgm8-iGEsI/AAAAAAAAANg/JswnZHok6mA/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894604408689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn Dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgm3OiGErI/AAAAAAAAANY/Albtix-7umE/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgm3OiGErI/AAAAAAAAANY/Albtix-7umE/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894505624441522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn Cheong Fun. Too bad they did not have Zha Leong (aka Chee Cheong Fun wrapped around Fried Dough Fritters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmyuiGEqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OlBV8zM46-E/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmyuiGEqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OlBV8zM46-E/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894428315030178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Carrot Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgms-iGEpI/AAAAAAAAANI/wK2u6h7LZtI/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgms-iGEpI/AAAAAAAAANI/wK2u6h7LZtI/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894329530782354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hong Kong born daddy enjoying his porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmkOiGEoI/AAAAAAAAANA/x_uq0hO-YQY/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmkOiGEoI/AAAAAAAAANA/x_uq0hO-YQY/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894179206926978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long awaited dimsum meal, a family meal to be had. Thanks once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum, sister and I went to stroll through the neighbourhood shops and look what i found! I thought stumbled unto Bangkok or something. Shows that i've been cooped up in the hotel right ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmbuiGEnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/J8auWkJElEY/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmbuiGEnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/J8auWkJElEY/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894033178038898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clams. Heard that the opened ones are dead but my mum said the exact otherwise. Perhaps they were struggling for air (in their case, water), and the closed ones simply indicated the ones that gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmS-iGEmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/opKetM052eU/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmS-iGEmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/opKetM052eU/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893882854183522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmIeiGElI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Jm7FiMBSrlA/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmIeiGElI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Jm7FiMBSrlA/s320/28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893702465557074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmDeiGEkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KTcUUAcmUYQ/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgmDeiGEkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KTcUUAcmUYQ/s320/29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893616566211138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangy Pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgl6uiGEjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bLwQ37-29fY/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgl6uiGEjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bLwQ37-29fY/s320/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893466242355762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas. My dream was brought to a halt when i saw this sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglxeiGEiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O1mH4SgAoxs/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglxeiGEiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O1mH4SgAoxs/s320/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893307328565794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglnuiGEhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/La5v6xvJF74/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglnuiGEhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/La5v6xvJF74/s320/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893139824841234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this shop together with these consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglcOiGEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xwIxl_UzkdU/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglcOiGEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xwIxl_UzkdU/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131892942256345602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Singapore. Full of hidden surprises. That night i walked along Chinatown with Lu-anne, and felt totally like a tourist in my whole country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popovers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flour and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglTOiGEfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/I3imnM07IQg/s1600-h/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglTOiGEfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/I3imnM07IQg/s320/34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131892787637522930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglG-iGEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/D2Io9aOKtV4/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzglG-iGEeI/AAAAAAAAALw/D2Io9aOKtV4/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131892577184125410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisking eggs and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgju-iGEbI/AAAAAAAAALc/2SXTD5Rxzd4/s1600-h/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgju-iGEbI/AAAAAAAAALc/2SXTD5Rxzd4/s320/36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131891065355637170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgjhuiGEaI/AAAAAAAAALU/6VE6v7jpqTI/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgjhuiGEaI/AAAAAAAAALU/6VE6v7jpqTI/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131890837722370466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be filled higher. Heat the oven to 450F/240 degree Celsius, put the tray for five minutes and brush it with melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgjWOiGEZI/AAAAAAAAALM/xT9nqqYGsSc/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgjWOiGEZI/AAAAAAAAALM/xT9nqqYGsSc/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131890640153874834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called a Popover because when heat is passed through the dough, methane is produced hence giving an inaudible (to me) 'popping' sound and causing a dent-like structure. But it should rise as shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgi8-iGEYI/AAAAAAAAALE/m7LyebFYjnA/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgi8-iGEYI/AAAAAAAAALE/m7LyebFYjnA/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131890206362177922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch the temperature to 375F or 190 degree Celsius after fifteen minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgiieiGEXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kVQpW9DpPd8/s1600-h/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgiieiGEXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kVQpW9DpPd8/s320/40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131889751095644530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: DO NOT open the oven door for the first twenty mintues or so of baking, lest the steam escapes and your Popovers go Sunkenunders instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgiD-iGEWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XuEAEXvH7PQ/s1600-h/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgiD-iGEWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XuEAEXvH7PQ/s320/41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131889227109634402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking it, use a knife to slit open, or something to prick it so that air can escape and the shape can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgh2uiGEVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fqGHxoZVrac/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgh2uiGEVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fqGHxoZVrac/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888999476367698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Popovers weren't that successful, i got grumpy! Since it's my off day i wanted to make something nice. So Scones came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift flour and baking powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghqOiGEUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VYqcFG-QbmM/s1600-h/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghqOiGEUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VYqcFG-QbmM/s320/43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888784728002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub butter and sugar into the flour. It's supposed to sort of crumble, and make a well, adding milk and whatnots (currants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghiOiGETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CIrLCBQle4w/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghiOiGETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CIrLCBQle4w/s320/44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888647289049394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knead gently, if not the dough will be useless. Sticky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghZuiGESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qXNWIELZ1EY/s1600-h/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghZuiGESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qXNWIELZ1EY/s320/45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888501260161314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghPOiGERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2guJUZKNSWo/s1600-h/46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzghPOiGERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2guJUZKNSWo/s320/46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888320871534866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking in process. Brush atop with honey/egg yolk. 12-15 minutes in 400F or 200 degrees Celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgf9OiGEOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GzOv00PHk9o/s1600-h/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgf9OiGEOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GzOv00PHk9o/s320/50.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131886912122261730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah. I know it looks so much like some Chinese cookie or Lao Po Bing, but i didn't have sour cream to make the normal scones.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgg_OiGEQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DGydddCViLM/s1600-h/47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzgg_OiGEQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DGydddCViLM/s320/47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131888045993627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzggUeiGEPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OxHSQo6Kk4k/s1600-h/48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzggUeiGEPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OxHSQo6Kk4k/s320/48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131887311554220274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgfROiGENI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ACHHBDWjK2w/s1600-h/PB110162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RzgfROiGENI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ACHHBDWjK2w/s320/PB110162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131886156208017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: All temperatures given are for the normal ovens. Unfortunately if you're like me and possess a griller-oven instead, you just have to trial and error and estimate the timing as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-7270850095924505100?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/7270850095924505100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=7270850095924505100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7270850095924505100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/7270850095924505100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-galore-dimsum-popover-scone.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rzge6uiGEMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SfRZjlbZ3Ec/s72-c/PB110075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-960855689734989262</id><published>2007-11-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:16:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;HELLOOOOO. Updates at the end of this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;KL trip then. Photos! It started off with dinner, then boarding of the bus, then alighting the bus and meeting an expensive cab ride to our hotel (Corus Hotel), which resulted us in walking to the hotel alone at 4am at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8gxowTGhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JwLlVokSbR0/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8gxowTGhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JwLlVokSbR0/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129354537723959826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was halfway through the long long long walk. Bus-stops were labelled that they were designed by some good designers. Looked a little like Sinagpore ones, just that the panes were bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8g8IwTGiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LsLKyfxdo_E/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8g8IwTGiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LsLKyfxdo_E/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129354718112586274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then someone called Daniel decided seeing the only alive thing was a blessing to be had thus this photo. Pretty cute i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8hLowTGjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iGhNbEl7R1w/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8hLowTGjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iGhNbEl7R1w/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129354984400558642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dinner at Federal Hotel, the revolving restaurant. Was a novelty, though the revolving-ness gave some people a nausea-tic feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8hiIwTGkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kkkIT4YfkhE/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8hiIwTGkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kkkIT4YfkhE/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129355370947615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8h5YwTGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eqIy6tFxCto/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8h5YwTGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eqIy6tFxCto/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129355770379573842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lamp Chops i ordered. Was given a choice of either mint sauce or rosemary. Vegetables were good and crunchy and the meat was nice. Very very filling. Shared Banana Fritters with Chi Lam. Goreng Pisang with ice cream anyone? Other dishes ordered were quite good, like Chocolate Mousse, Lobster Bisque and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8iOIwTGmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e1Tjd8g9-PY/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8iOIwTGmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e1Tjd8g9-PY/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129356126861859426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also decided on the housepour Sauvignon Blanc which was not very good, though the fruity and woody taste were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8i2IwTGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vqxAZ594Vm4/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8i2IwTGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vqxAZ594Vm4/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129356814056626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8jC4wTGoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pAKPJnwREWA/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8jC4wTGoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pAKPJnwREWA/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129357033099958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that, we passed on Petaling Street seeing that we were dressed that way. Headed to karaoke, Green Box at some kinda shady place. Cool that they even had a supper buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8jeowTGpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dvTMJBdVwFI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8jeowTGpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dvTMJBdVwFI/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129357509841328786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8kDYwTGqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xe_MW9V6l9k/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8kDYwTGqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xe_MW9V6l9k/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129358141201521314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wee! At er.. this big shopping centre which i forgot the name of. The others went to play at the theme park in the morning but i skipped on it. Then made my way here alone, to be met with two plazas of the same name. Ate dinner at Coca Restaurant. Really really delicious! And quite cheap, only SGD10+ per person for the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8kjowTGrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fw6Fa6FlB9Q/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8kjowTGrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fw6Fa6FlB9Q/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129358695252302514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a night at Petaling Street. Doing what we know best, hanging out (lepak-ing) at coffee shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8l1owTGsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nx0nZqQ0xHw/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8l1owTGsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nx0nZqQ0xHw/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129360104001575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Petronas Towers. Splendid isn't it? Taken in the taxi, which is supposed to be blur with the window and all, but turned out to be the contrary. Other photos are with Shaffi but hey man where are they?? Took a chance and went to the sauna and steam bath on the last morning. Sauna was great, steam bath was deathly! I didn't know that i had to put a wet towel over my face, so i spent a great deal of time having difficulty breathing. But the aftermath was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8nEYwTGtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MsUea6wr4Jk/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8nEYwTGtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MsUea6wr4Jk/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129361456916273874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day. Dennis was flying off to China on the day after so we made a trip to JB for seafood the night before. Rented a car and dear Shaffi was the driver. Big ass sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8nfIwTGuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jQyO7eyU260/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8nfIwTGuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jQyO7eyU260/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129361916477774562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chilli crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8oDYwTGvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kDozkFzVROw/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8oDYwTGvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kDozkFzVROw/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129362539248032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oatmeal prawns.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8ooIwTGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HGUVHUoGmrE/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8ooIwTGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HGUVHUoGmrE/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129363170608225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clams (LaLa), Sweet and Sour Fried Fish and Chilli Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8pE4wTGxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PaM2DxlrDWs/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8pE4wTGxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PaM2DxlrDWs/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129363664529464082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada. Plus KangKong and Prawn Fermented Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8wsIwTGyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/doK1V_M7k_0/s1600-h/Punggol+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8wsIwTGyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/doK1V_M7k_0/s320/Punggol+Beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129372035420724002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went to Punggol Beach armed with snacks and hung out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like a long time this happened. Almost two months, time passes fast, and many things can occur. Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s better not to know things.      &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You know it, it makes you sad, delirious with excitement (which subjects you to possible disappointment), angry, leaves you feeling incredulous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You do not know it, it eliminates all potential negative feelings, but then again once you know it, you do feel like a fool for being so naïve or trustworthy or just plain dumb before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;是真的事情发生时，我们才会领悟到其实思想还是那么那么的单纯吗。也是为自己而言。感觉仿佛被受骗，怎么世界上有这样的人，这样的念头。极大，几万个的失望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A long time since I came here, due to a lazy and busy schedule. What with attachment after the KL trip which was after a mind grueling kitchen work schedule. To be honest, I miss the kitchen a lot a lot. The swirling, melting, whisking, baking. The outcome really puts a smile on your face, seeing that you were the one which did that amazing specimen of cells.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course there were consequences to be had, burns, cuts, dirty fingernails, perspiration every single day, not to mention the big chef’s uniforms that allowed everyone to take a look at your body through the huge sleeves. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t really mind all the cuts and burns, but when I burnt my eyelid one fine night, I couldn’t take it and just cried and whimpered while finishing my orders. It was the face! I think I cried not due to the pain, but rather due to the fact that my face was disfigured. Luckily and miraculously, the skin healed, and only a tiny scar was left that mimicked an eyeliner smudge down the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8zAYwTG0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/meXH6s3N-xQ/s1600-h/IMG015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8zAYwTG0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/meXH6s3N-xQ/s320/IMG015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129374582336330562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8yxIwTGzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ybei6k0JI-g/s1600-h/IMG014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8yxIwTGzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ybei6k0JI-g/s320/IMG014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129374320343325490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Times in life you do not have much to complain about, but it’s only when you’re away from that life that you start to appreciate it. And when you have experiences different lifestyles that you sort of know what kind of life you want to have, sans this or a combination of that.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, it’s strange how some people hang out with people who are utterly on a different wavelength as them. Don’t fights arise? Yes they did but always trying to salvage the situation, it’s either left there hanging awaiting for an escalation to occur, or one party will give in and blurt out sorry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay a dissimilar topic now. You know how when a person does this and some people will say, “Oh she’s like that.”? I mean, so what? Just because she’s &lt;i style=""&gt;like that&lt;/i&gt; absolutely dose not entitle her to be like that all the way through right? She mau have changed to other people, but to us newcomers, she’s still an ugly monster. One who puts on makeup to be pretty, but sadly her scowl somehow always manage to surface.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alrighty, change topic again. How is it that one person always sort of complains, but when the other party listens and expresses concern, he does not even bother to reply to the concern, but continues on with the problems he's facing! It's a tad frustrating seriously. Should i just let him delve in the pitless trap he's dug for himself or do i be the bad person who makes myself irritating to be with by nagging every single second i'm with him? urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-960855689734989262?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/960855689734989262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=960855689734989262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/960855689734989262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/960855689734989262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/11/hellooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Ry8gxowTGhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JwLlVokSbR0/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-8247914673161935347</id><published>2007-09-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:02:56.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things to talk about and photos to post. KL, JB, Fullerton. But i only feel like sharing my spawn to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFaiZ6qAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UNHZCfx5j4M/s1600-h/IMG018-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFaiZ6qAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UNHZCfx5j4M/s320/IMG018-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110395261884737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. This is my Lemon Plant going Tree. I planted it two years or so ago i think. And it shocked me a month ago as to how big it has become. I remember planting some NTUC-bought flower seeds, and was disappointed when nothing sprouted. Then i planted around 7 lemon seeds for fun. Disappointment set in again, but i left the pot outside. After a few weeks, there was a lone sprout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFSSZ6p_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/xmGY2V5BmNw/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFSSZ6p_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/xmGY2V5BmNw/s320/IMG019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110395120150816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love the tangy lemon smell grafting from the leaves. It makes me worry-less for a second. I told my mum that she could use it for whatever she's cooking, to add that flavour they put in curry or something. But she immediately horsed it off. Typical Mrs. Pang behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFGCZ6p-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Wh1g5ZSUsis/s1600-h/IMG020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFGCZ6p-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Wh1g5ZSUsis/s320/IMG020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110394909697419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course it would not be successful without the help of my next door neighbour. Look at her babies! The long stringy one looks really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvE_iZ6p9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kYkCu8X5dN8/s1600-h/IMG012-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvE_iZ6p9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kYkCu8X5dN8/s320/IMG012-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110394798028269522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sunset view we get from our corridor. It definitely looks prettier than this. Just imagine the sight awaiting me at sunrise every morning! Majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvE6CZ6p8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ps6TQzzBzSY/s1600-h/IMG017-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvE6CZ6p8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ps6TQzzBzSY/s320/IMG017-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110394703538988994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hum.. The almost-sunset taken today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-8247914673161935347?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8247914673161935347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=8247914673161935347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8247914673161935347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8247914673161935347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-things-to-talk-about-and-photos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RuvFaiZ6qAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UNHZCfx5j4M/s72-c/IMG018-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1641858451426957507</id><published>2007-08-31T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T07:39:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGE IS THE HALLMARK OF NATURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdPL9XKOaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/82OwpbCAGWc/s1600-h/With+Chai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdPL9XKOaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/82OwpbCAGWc/s320/With+Chai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635769516603810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chai chai! Another Beijing girl. Take care there! Make sure you and Angie stick together. =) This darling wrote every one of us 03 peeps a tiny note at the end of our Yr 1.  Hung out With Samuel, Terry, Chai, Angie, Eliza and Sarah after DPD paper. Ate at Ichiban Boshi before walking around aimlessly at Far East Plaza, while the boys went to Youth Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only realised on that day, that a certain Far East something else existed too. Ah am i a Singaporean or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken while studying under Dennis' block with him and Diana. Nothing could be squeezed inside hence VGA cammy of the two started to interest me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdPDNXKOZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/966xnEdg0Pw/s1600-h/25-08-07_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdPDNXKOZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/966xnEdg0Pw/s320/25-08-07_1758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635619192748434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO_9XKOYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wpndPkkAEuE/s1600-h/25-08-07_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO_9XKOYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wpndPkkAEuE/s320/25-08-07_1757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635563358173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO5NXKOXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XjUouyrrS5Y/s1600-h/25-08-07_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO5NXKOXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XjUouyrrS5Y/s320/25-08-07_1756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635447394056562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Cedric's grandfather's home after that to start our studying marathon, of course not missing out on a late night feast. Ate frog porridge, cuttlefish kangkong, roast duck and durian. Oh another fire broke out there. The first being in Little India where we passed by on 147 a few days back, and then this fire at Geylang. Seems like the foreign staying quarters are lacking in fire protection. Kinda scary to see the foreigners standing and maintaining their balance on the air conditioner stand outside the building facade, albeit four storeys high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO09XKOWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iADnjR4HAHI/s1600-h/25-08-07_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdO09XKOWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iADnjR4HAHI/s320/25-08-07_1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635374379612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdOutXKOVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gNm1tFTdqdE/s1600-h/25-08-07_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdOutXKOVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gNm1tFTdqdE/s320/25-08-07_1751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104635267005430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm being absolutely picky about food. PICKY AND FICKLE. and having cravings at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeks! Forgot to take a picture with dear girl just now. Went to watch Hairspray. Utterly fantastic, though i would not have chosen that main girl. But she still acted great. The songs were oh-so-addictive. So wanted to dance there and then in the cinema and could tell Angie wanted too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were laughing at the end due to Link kissing, or rather his lips 'plucking' her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA is having their sale once again. Like 6 rock glasses for $4.90, 6 glasses for $2, coffee mug for $0.35, glass plates and bowls for $0.90. Makes me wonder how they earn in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally going to eat dim sum with Kedan and Patrick on Saturday night. Maybe Yilih and Nan too. yayayay. Hope it's authentic Hong Kong chee cheong fun. Where it's chewy and thick with fillings and drenched in special soy sauce.&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;Q: What does a child do 400 times a day that adults do 15?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Laugh.&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/15894462-1641858451426957507?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1641858451426957507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1641858451426957507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1641858451426957507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1641858451426957507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/08/chai-chai-another-beijing-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RtdPL9XKOaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/82OwpbCAGWc/s72-c/With+Chai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1126086439945426006</id><published>2007-08-20T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:30:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiIM9XKOUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wDFWfdhbCNI/s1600-h/13082007351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiIM9XKOUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wDFWfdhbCNI/s320/13082007351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100476334208596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's heading to Beijing for Raffles soon, together with most of my friends each to their respective places. Gonna miss them so much!! But good luck to them, because it is after all a rare enough opportunity. Still, do take care! It's around 152 days abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiICtXKOTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jmd5234icxU/s1600-h/IMG016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiICtXKOTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jmd5234icxU/s320/IMG016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100476158114937138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiH8NXKOSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r27_-wOP5EI/s1600-h/IMG015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiH8NXKOSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r27_-wOP5EI/s320/IMG015-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100476046445787426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cactus my mum bought back from Genting early this year. It's really cheap there, like 3 for RM5? Anyway, they grow rather fast, seeing how the cactus in the second photo has sprouted so many stumps from the main one already. Haha it's getting exciting to watch it grow. I mean, i can actually see the stumps growing out right in front of me. y...a..h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had my last tutorial of my polytechnic life. It can mean good riddance, or a weird longing for that bonding session with your fellow classmates, or rather, certain groupmates. This school semester has been unexpected, and i render it a good surprise. Many issues were innocuous so... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till exams are over, because that's when i can indulge fully in books and TVB shows and songs and KL. The heaven period before attachment. Take careeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1126086439945426006?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1126086439945426006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1126086439945426006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1126086439945426006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1126086439945426006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/08/girls-heading-to-beijing-for-raffles.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RsiIM9XKOUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wDFWfdhbCNI/s72-c/13082007351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1726663944775813390</id><published>2007-08-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:32:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that matter now may not matter when harsh reality hit at times. School, projects, celebrities, enemies, friends, bitching, food... Many times people have said that when it happens, only then will you know and understand the supposedly dramatised reactions of the parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, i experienced it, and now it's happening again. Is it a coincidence as dan says or what? All i know is that things must have really gotten out of control. I wasn't in much of a shock, as it just happened. It became more of a slow process issue, where i pondered on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1726663944775813390?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1726663944775813390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1726663944775813390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1726663944775813390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1726663944775813390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-that-matter-now-may-not-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-8043190459197480505</id><published>2007-08-01T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:24:35.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有时我在想，是否应该持续这份工作。虽然它使我打开了世界的宽容度，也学了不少东西，不单单是烹饪方法，也有人与人之间的关系。但是，在家人这方面，我可是坏透了。工作后，迟回家，父母所说的把它当成酒店。认识的人也是家人与一些朋友所认为的不三不四的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是怎么他们不能看到，这些人也只是在为自己的家庭而奋斗呢? 哪有人喜欢迟迟放工，一天做超过十个钟头? 也就因为如此，能消闲的时间只有在放工后。学生的我，就把没工作和读书的时间放在朋友身上。哪有人长大，也未尝试过喝酒有的没的啊? 我只在成长的过程不是吗，还是我真的变坏了。就像我哥所说的，一个人变&lt;br /&gt;了，自己不会知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道现在的我再也不是以前的莉雁了。过去的我没目标，不知应该把生命交给谁，也没什么朋友。身体改变后，认识的人也变多了，思想也变得更开放。我也不想一辈子像我姐，没有改进的念头。她是有得原谅，我就没了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从一出世到现在，我有一个舅舅，疯疯的。从小我，哥，姐与表姐，哥都不喜欢他。洁癖多的他，很喜欢打我们，也想太多。长大了，我们开始会反抗，事情也就变得好很多。前天，我心情不好，她一和我说话，我就很烦，还说了"我很烦，不要跟我说话。" 我知道没礼貌，但是我也是这样和别人说话。他就应应说我指着他做对。&lt;br /&gt;就这样，他和全家上下包括了阿姨的那边说了这件事故，要求一个谁对谁错得说明，也每分每秒打给我，还来到我家里来。那么就一大堆人来骂我，说我不对。我也知道是我不对，但是他也没说自己说过什么让我生气的话。我真不喜欢没鼓气的人。但是，我知道是我错，也和他道歉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这不是一个同情书，只不过感到很内疚，因为乖不在我名称当中了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-8043190459197480505?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8043190459197480505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=8043190459197480505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8043190459197480505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8043190459197480505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6351244839540914403</id><published>2007-07-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:55:16.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang! I forgot that today was the collection date for HP7! Luckily none of friends screamed the ending in their nicks, either that or they haven't finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project meeting yesterday, project meeting today, project meeting tomorrow. Ha. Yesterday was kinda redundant, and i couldn't make it today due to work. And tomorrow i can't make it at 11am so i have to rush my desserts asap! Supposedly ending at 5.30pm but hoping to sneak away at 3pm when they're gone for their breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to do tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creme Brulee Mix&lt;br /&gt;2. Orange Sauce for Crepes&lt;br /&gt;3. Orange Slices&lt;br /&gt;4. Lemon Tart Mix&lt;br /&gt;5. Sweet Tart Dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Choux Buns&lt;br /&gt;7. Creme Anglaise&lt;br /&gt;8. Floating Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night will be a much needed break for me. (OH! You know what? Yesterday i went to ask the malay food stall girl if me and my brother look like siblings, she said, "YA! Like twins. One boy one girl." So sickening can. =( Either my brother looks pretty or i look handsome. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who sometimes you get too close to a guy and you have the tendency to avoid him? I hate that, but it's always happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-6351244839540914403?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6351244839540914403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6351244839540914403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6351244839540914403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6351244839540914403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/07/dang-i-forgot-that-today-was-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-4717214694183681617</id><published>2007-07-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:35:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RqC43H2l9vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zz9-hy_V_zg/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RqC43H2l9vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zz9-hy_V_zg/s320/IMG012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089270836069005042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm draining off! But good thing there's the shortie here with me, who surprised me rather much these days, but hey humans yea. I used to think shortie's an angel, but now though i still find it relevant, shortie's getting more real. Welcome to the club babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects aplenty, albeit the same number but datelines are sorta rushing forward, being pulled by this invisible hot marathon runner. People seem to think that i'm almost ready to burst out something someday, and it did. Sleep is non-existent somehow, where the standard procedure would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up for school.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to class.&lt;br /&gt;- Project time.&lt;br /&gt;- Library closes.&lt;br /&gt;- Sit outside the library for some finishing touches.&lt;br /&gt;- Head to Macs at Tampines Central for Project Part II.&lt;br /&gt;- Walk home, or makan with pjt mateys.&lt;br /&gt;- Switch on compy for continuation of Project Part II, leading to III.&lt;br /&gt;- Realises you've fallen asleep when your mother comes in to hit your head.&lt;br /&gt;- Compy not shut down!&lt;br /&gt;- Feel damn wasteful for the resources i've wasted.&lt;br /&gt;- Bum and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- But hey look isn't that the sun over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ Seriously, come on! Doesn't help that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leng wan&lt;/span&gt; is still like that. =((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we met this great group of engineering students who helped us a great deal on the project. Maybe something can progress, but i have a feeling initiation has to make a stage presence now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought three panties just now, happy happy! They're really really really cute, like one bird in front, and four other birds behind flapping around, plus other designs. Something else that brought my spirits up this week was swimming! Finally had time again to go wade around, and this time HM came along. Had fun, talked. It's really the little things in life that makes it worthwhile yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving people the impression that i'm stressed, but hey i'm not stressed ohkay. =) Rather, it's more of confusion, exasperation and disbelief. Just that with everything going on combined together, made things seem like hell. Makes you wonder why do you have to treat people so nice sometimes when obviously they are just being whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murtabak-ed with shortie and the sucker after project yesterday. Had long talks which was really comforting. Knowing that we're not exactly close, but it went well and i enjoyed it alot. We do have some issues in coherence and it make things all the more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother invited my HK cousin who's staying here and her mum who's visiting for three weeks to me home. It's so nice to talk to them, especially when they are relatives whom are from my home country and who up till recently did not have any contact with. A while later her French husband came and hey fun kay! Haha i spoke in French then went on to ask him about some phrases Philippe is always saying in the kitchen. It means bitch, whore, fcuk, blablabla. Not nice ah... But who cares. Hoping to see more of them! And next year when i go to HK again. Feels nice to know that i have another family across the seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are times i may wonder and be disappointed about things and people, i realised that there are always lessons to be learnt. It just depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ME OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-4717214694183681617?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4717214694183681617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=4717214694183681617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4717214694183681617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4717214694183681617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-sale-im-draining-off-but-good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RqC43H2l9vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zz9-hy_V_zg/s72-c/IMG012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-524648365642003163</id><published>2007-07-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:12:32.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RpY2HH2l9uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5hrqJyGhQ8/s1600-h/Photo2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYEBAGS GALORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RpY2HH2l9uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5hrqJyGhQ8/s1600-h/Photo2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RpY2HH2l9uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5hrqJyGhQ8/s320/Photo2589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086312325156566754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, found the girl's blog (shan't call her a bitch though she keeeeeps on calling me bitch/liyanny) and okayokay lor. Not fascinating hahahahahahahahaha. Btw, we're on good terms so don't mistake the bitch remarks.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, gotten rather moody these few days due to something but good thing seashell was there to listen and vice versa. Ha both of us are like emotion-y girls, not to mention kellyn too. GIRLS! I think we'll rule the world if we didn't run so much on emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something's troubling you, you do need another thing to replace that spot in your mind seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy a NINTENDO DS LITE. Cheapest i could find was $310, including R4 and 1GB memory card. Any other cheaper deal you guys know? Like with casing or earphones or something. It's so cute! With the stylus pen, hic hic hic hic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this i'm glad i've stuck through work, where not only do i learn stuff, i get paid too albeit the okay wage. But pressure still comes. =/ Must be HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY. That's what i learnt from the 2 shorties i'm hanging out so much with nowadays. Happy okay? Finally hanging out with people shorter than me hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other three people in the photo are actually pretty, just that the bitch's phone cammy isn't that good, degrading them. 3/4 of us are single so if you want numbers, HALT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-524648365642003163?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/524648365642003163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=524648365642003163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/524648365642003163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/524648365642003163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/07/eyebags-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RpY2HH2l9uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z5hrqJyGhQ8/s72-c/Photo2589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1302544646531846734</id><published>2007-07-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:23:26.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is all about oldies now. Chubby Checker, Boys Beach, The Wonders, Mamas and Papas, Righteous Brothers, Madonna, Dean Martin, The Carpenters, ABBA, Donna Summers, Temptations and some other groups whom i have no idea of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found out that APEL stuff does put things in perspective for me. Li Yan is off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1302544646531846734?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1302544646531846734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1302544646531846734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1302544646531846734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1302544646531846734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-babes-my-life-is-all-about-oldies.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1623039400959289702</id><published>2007-06-28T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:46:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been getting more and more headaches recently. Probably due to ___ and the incessant ________ which i can never get out of. At least there's you, and the prominent smell of your cologne to soothe me. *steam releases*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet Victor next Monday. Good lad he is, looking forward to that meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lundi at sept heures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1623039400959289702?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1623039400959289702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1623039400959289702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1623039400959289702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1623039400959289702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-getting-more-and-more-headaches.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-4130142504354477390</id><published>2007-06-10T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:18:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DUMB LAWS IN THE U.S. OF A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;It is illegal to wear blue jeans down Noble Street in Anniston, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to take naked photographs before noon          on Sunday in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man is legally entitled to beat his wife with          a leather belt or strap, but the belt can't be wider than 2 inches, unless          he has his wife's consent to beat her with a wider strap. Consent should          be given prior to the event, as is carefully stipulated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Los Angeles, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is unlawful for small boys to throw stones, at any time, at any place in the District of Columbia.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The only acceptable sexual position in Washington D.C. is the missionary          position. Any other sexual position is considered illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F:&lt;br /&gt;Chickens are considered a protected species in Key West, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to fish while driving across a bridge in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to use profanity in the presence of a corpse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to get a tattoo behind your ear or on your          eyelid unless in the presence of a registered physician &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Within the limits of any public park, it is unlawful          to annoy any bird in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Honolulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;If a police officer approaches a vehicle and suspects that the          occupants are engaging in sex, he must either honk, or flash his lights          and wait for three minutes before approaching the car in Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hotel sheets must be exactly 99 inches long and 81 inches wide in Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;If any person has a puppet show, wire dancing or tumbling act in          the state of Indiana and receives money for it, they will be fined $3          under the Act to Prevent Certain Immoral Practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to put ice cream on cherry pie in Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mourners at a wake may not eat more than three sandwiches in Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's legal to walk down the street with a drink in New Orleans, even to drive with a drink. But if you fall over and block the sidewalk, you've just broken the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;M:&lt;br /&gt;It's illegal to catch lobsters with your bare hands in Maine.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovers in Liberty Corner, New Jersey should avoid satisfying their lustful          urges in a parked car. If the horn accidentally sounds while they are          frolicking behind the wheel, the couple can face a jail term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Any person who leans against a public building          will be subject to fines in Clinton Country, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal for children to use towels as capes and jump from houses pretending to be superman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Bromide, Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dynamite is not to be used to catch fish in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal to smoke from a pipe after sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in Newport, Rhode Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Movies that show police officers being struck, beaten, or treated          in an offensive manner are forbidden in South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you pull up to a stop sign you must fire a gun          out the window to warn horse carriages that you are coming in Lenoir City, Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No one may eat ice cream on the sidewalk. Spitting on          the sidewalk is prohibited in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lexington, Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Daylight must be visible between partners on a dance floor in Monroe, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;V:&lt;br /&gt;Whistling underwater is illegal in Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is illegal for a woman to drive a car up Main Street          unless her husband is walking in front of the car waving a red flag in Waynesboro, Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In Olympia, Washington, minors are prohibited from frequenting pool          halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is against the law for men to have sex with any animal over          40 pounds in weight in West Virginia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/15894462-4130142504354477390?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4130142504354477390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=4130142504354477390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4130142504354477390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4130142504354477390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb-laws-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-3923959533584054555</id><published>2007-06-06T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:39:02.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went on a farm marathon last year, 3rd September 2006 with Michelle and her parents. But to our dismay, only found two. The goat farm and some farm that had very few visitors, coupled with some sparse vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Goat Farm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically it was made up of the same species of goat i render. And they were living in rusted compartments. At least the trays were filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY553YjV3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tRnGSXq5Gm4/s1600-h/030906-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY553YjV3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tRnGSXq5Gm4/s320/030906-0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805696561698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY5u3YjV2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/C43b2SHn1Bo/s1600-h/030906-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY5u3YjV2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/C43b2SHn1Bo/s320/030906-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805507583137634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby goats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY5pnYjV1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_ZJbl-nQs2E/s1600-h/030906-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY5pnYjV1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/_ZJbl-nQs2E/s320/030906-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805417388824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;plantation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's the preserved rosebuds that are sold everywhere, but the fresh version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY3GHYjVzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6f0VEVFd5bY/s1600-h/Rosebud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY3GHYjVzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6f0VEVFd5bY/s320/Rosebud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802608480212786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiny pineapple! Cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY3BXYjVyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EercT2mjbsg/s1600-h/Pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY3BXYjVyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EercT2mjbsg/s320/Pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802526875834146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha methinks it's Lingzhi. Or white fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY29HYjVxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g66JSzmY0sk/s1600-h/Lingzhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY29HYjVxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g66JSzmY0sk/s320/Lingzhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802453861390098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady's Finger. There were quite a lot sprawled on the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY25HYjVwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yl93sPy75t4/s1600-h/Lady%27s+Finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY25HYjVwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yl93sPy75t4/s320/Lady%27s+Finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802385141913346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk's hu lu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY21XYjVvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/non5X_Zx7Po/s1600-h/Hu+Lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY21XYjVvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/non5X_Zx7Po/s320/Hu+Lu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802320717403890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some flower that looked poisonous. But it looked cool. As if there was another flower growing in it, near the stigma. Or in a sadist view, it would appear to be the big flower eating up the smaller flower. Heh the Venus Flytrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2wnYjVuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qBL8kaHjGFc/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2wnYjVuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qBL8kaHjGFc/s320/Flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802239113025250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggplant/Bringal. Looked like small cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2pHYjVtI/AAAAAAAAADs/9cbJ5hItE3E/s1600-h/Eggplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2pHYjVtI/AAAAAAAAADs/9cbJ5hItE3E/s320/Eggplant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802110264006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton Plant. It took us long enough to guess what this was, because the cotton it was producing was simply too dirty, with some pinkish tinge. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2lHYjVsI/AAAAAAAAADk/f6rgNFVXTdY/s1600-h/Cotton+Plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2lHYjVsI/AAAAAAAAADk/f6rgNFVXTdY/s320/Cotton+Plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802041544529602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebell? Morning Glory? Namesake of our towels ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2cnYjVrI/AAAAAAAAADc/IoxOoKD3HPc/s1600-h/Bluebell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2cnYjVrI/AAAAAAAAADc/IoxOoKD3HPc/s320/Bluebell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072801895515641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down bananas. Or maybe they're reared this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2SHYjVqI/AAAAAAAAADU/ytT3bkHzwA8/s1600-h/Banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2SHYjVqI/AAAAAAAAADU/ytT3bkHzwA8/s320/Banana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072801715127015074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lone asparagus! The stand stated, "Asparagus" but we could not find anything resembling it. Finally we saw this survivor. No wonder asparagus are more expensive in markets. They do not grow in bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2LXYjVpI/AAAAAAAAADM/E-8__aEfufI/s1600-h/Asparagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY2LXYjVpI/AAAAAAAAADM/E-8__aEfufI/s320/Asparagus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072801599162898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-3923959533584054555?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/3923959533584054555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=3923959533584054555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/3923959533584054555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/3923959533584054555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-on-farm-marathon-last-year-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmY553YjV3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tRnGSXq5Gm4/s72-c/030906-0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-8430558634459627252</id><published>2007-06-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:58:22.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy! I am back.  Being the nice brother, he bought Spongebob stuff back for me when he was there for his regular petrol topping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tiny Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiRXYjVmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/45sz513zdDg/s1600-h/IMG005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiRXYjVmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/45sz513zdDg/s320/IMG005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072638974521202274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tiny Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiN3YjVlI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZqYS6uaxh28/s1600-h/IMG004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiN3YjVlI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZqYS6uaxh28/s320/IMG004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072638914391660114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Big Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiKHYjVkI/AAAAAAAAACk/7evAHVBSE4E/s1600-h/IMG003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiKHYjVkI/AAAAAAAAACk/7evAHVBSE4E/s320/IMG003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072638849967150658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to mention cheap too! Now, so Spongebob Broadway decided to make his world musical premiere in Singapore, and i fail to see the resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWjYXYjVnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XfQyUgssJAQ/s1600-h/f_16spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWjYXYjVnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XfQyUgssJAQ/s320/f_16spongebob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072640194291914354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWjlXYjVoI/AAAAAAAAADE/T9L3dnOEkEc/s1600-h/krusty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWjlXYjVoI/AAAAAAAAADE/T9L3dnOEkEc/s320/krusty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072640417630213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours yes, but a human face there? Even Mickey Mouse had a nice big plush to himself. I guess as a kid, it would still brighten their day. Even when i'm really tired or sad or in a shitty mood from work, just by looking or even peeking at my small plushies i would have a smile on my face. That's the power of an animation. Perhaps the same reason as how some guys still play with train and aeroplane sets and watch animes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-8430558634459627252?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/8430558634459627252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=8430558634459627252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8430558634459627252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/8430558634459627252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/howdy-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWiRXYjVmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/45sz513zdDg/s72-c/IMG005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-5691164589979039214</id><published>2007-06-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:37:15.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. was looking at my past archives because i'm so bored, and realised my past entries were much much much more interesting than present ones. I mean, i used to write about Hurricane Katrina, whale movies and mosquitoes! Shows how age sorta kills creativity huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially now i'm into old songs, which slows down my pace of life. Hmm.. My brother uses body powder so often (Prickly Heat) that there's so much scattered on the floor. If any cops come to our place, they'll ask whether i'm taking drugs via snorting it with my feet since i'm always stepping on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests are over.. Meaning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWe-nYjViI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2Qimox8UHA/s1600-h/IMG001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWe-nYjViI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2Qimox8UHA/s320/IMG001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072635353863771682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns to this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWfDHYjVjI/AAAAAAAAACc/uTFsUWG3XGA/s1600-h/IMG00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWfDHYjVjI/AAAAAAAAACc/uTFsUWG3XGA/s320/IMG00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072635431173183026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas! There're still examinations.&lt;br /&gt;Back you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWe-nYjViI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2Qimox8UHA/s1600-h/IMG001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWe-nYjViI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2Qimox8UHA/s320/IMG001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072635353863771682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does that show how busy i am? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-5691164589979039214?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/5691164589979039214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=5691164589979039214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/5691164589979039214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/5691164589979039214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RmWe-nYjViI/AAAAAAAAACU/e2Qimox8UHA/s72-c/IMG001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1366433892700461406</id><published>2007-06-05T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:10:58.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table bg=""  border="1" width="350" style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Is He Interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Verdana;font-size:20;"  &gt;He Totally Wants YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.datingtips.ws/interested-definitely.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Verdana;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;You go girl!  Even a blind man can see that he is totally hooked on you and can't wait to ask you out.  You have him wrapped around your little finger.  Now remember to wear something cute on your first movie date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/quiz-interested.php"&gt;Is he interested?&lt;/a&gt; Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/"&gt;DatingTips.ws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1366433892700461406?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1366433892700461406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1366433892700461406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1366433892700461406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1366433892700461406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-he-interested-he-totally-wants-you.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-839178571350299287</id><published>2007-05-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:07:39.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CARSTEN WANTS ENTERTAINMENT&lt;br /&gt;       "I'll say you're mine to protect you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting bored real easy recently. There's nothing to do online! Besides checking TP mail for OSIP news, Hotmail and some sites, nothing interests me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago when i was still 74kg, i came home everyday after work (was still awaiting for O Levels results then) and played iROSE. Damn nice game where it was lan, and so i spent my time slashing and killing hoogies, bears, raccoons, bees, dragons. Believe me it was fun fun fun, though it sounds like a brainless game. Then it had to be paid for, or that i got bored of it (after a few months) so it got deleted from the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously i was fanatic over Japanese stuff, so whenever i was online i would begin by downloading their videos first, before going to forums, checking out photos, youtube-ing and finally watching the countless videos i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got to downloading mangas, where i got the thrill of reading comics which would otherwise cost a bomb. Now that the old computer is lagging real s.l.o.w.l.y and all my videos and all are inside, nothing much for me to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wolf forgot to submit my punchcard meaning i won't get last month's pay till this month's pay comes. So i'm broke! Indicating that i can't go online to purchase HK dramas anymore. Seemingly facing the problem of boredom ever since i stopped working everyday. Today during OB (Organisational Behaviour) tutorial, realised that i yearn to work so much due to my high need of achievement. And that i have a low need for safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true, seeing how i abuse my female entity especially in my workplace. I just hope some beings will stop being hesitant. But of course when the hesitance goes over, my avoidance will kick in ha. Was chatting with Reb and discovered that it's extremely common in us females. Anyway, got accepted by TP, now i'm just awaiting for the at-least-five-interviews from the famed hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without work, i will have no life seeing how i have not submitted my life and soul to the opposite sex yet. And i will only know my poly friends, not all these industry personnel and their contacts whom we inevitably communicate with at times. It's true how family members and your other halves are unable to cope with our line. Even if they say they will understand, and be coherent with us. Unhappiness and all will still sink in and they still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why my mum always scolds, "Why didn't you take Michelle's (Biomedical Science) or Jaime's (Optometry) course?? I won't allow you to work on PH and all ah! You are my daughter and you have to stay home!" And pretty sure if i study those courses she will say, "Your course you don't think boring? Think twice ah.." blabla. But i still love her, seeing how she's going through menopause and is in dire need of family love. My dad taught me not to talk back to my mum when she's ranting though it's not my fault, but to talk back as much as i want in the outside society to protect my interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things new in my life that made me happy or relished: 2 new bottoms, one new swimsuit (FINALLY) and stronger bonds with my grp girlies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ Faster faster let it come... It's happening to people around me already. Or you're making it stay away to retain the uniqueness? "I'll say you're mine to protect you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-839178571350299287?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/839178571350299287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=839178571350299287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/839178571350299287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/839178571350299287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/05/carsten-wants-entertainment-ill-say.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-4333483461486933862</id><published>2007-05-19T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:24:42.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Li Yan's Mum Said She Looked Like a Celeb Waiting To Be Punched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3u3Fgq_lI/AAAAAAAAACM/HrttW3TZIjg/s1600-h/Angie%27s+Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3u3Fgq_lI/AAAAAAAAACM/HrttW3TZIjg/s320/Angie%27s+Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967786001104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day! Hung out with Mei Yan, Eliza, Terry, Shawn, Angie and Chai Ping for dear Angie's birthday lunch. Ate at Ms Clarity Cafe. Not bad not bad. Prices were reasonable, portions were huge, tastes were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Junie at Starbucks later and all 4 of us, that is Angie, me, Junie and Eliza, sat there for about one to two hours chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uDVgq_hI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y530bWDbaYQ/s1600-h/With+Junie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uDVgq_hI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y530bWDbaYQ/s320/With+Junie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065966896942874130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swiped my Iced Mocha onto the floor (and onto my mobile) and the server very kindly asked to replace a new one for me. I think his name was IS. Weird. Wanted to write a compliment card but couldn't find one, so the girls made me write a Thank You note and placed it on the desk. So, thank you, IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uHVgq_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3VI-IxxCZkY/s1600-h/With+Angie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uHVgq_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3VI-IxxCZkY/s320/With+Angie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065966965662350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uQFgq_jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RI2p3IX5_ss/s1600-h/With+Eliza+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3uQFgq_jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RI2p3IX5_ss/s320/With+Eliza+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065967115986206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie was going on about her kitchen escapades. Ha be safe girl, they're all ravenous animals waiting to be unleashed once you give the slightest nod. Or make that a jiggle even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Paulaner's again with Eliza since she wanted to be satisfied, in the alcoholic sense. Nice ambience on the ground floor! And the singers were much better than i first remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yan gotta prepare for work tomorrow, and her Chasity. Goodbye and night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-4333483461486933862?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4333483461486933862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=4333483461486933862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4333483461486933862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4333483461486933862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/05/li-yans-mum-said-she-looked-like-celeb.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rk3u3Fgq_lI/AAAAAAAAACM/HrttW3TZIjg/s72-c/Angie%27s+Lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-4948255850622020523</id><published>2007-05-17T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:16:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there a reason why my heart's beating so quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my dad feels proud that his daughter loves Cantonese and everything Hong Kong. Maybe not proud, but at least he's not sad and degraded right. School's getting better, now that i've gotten the hang of things. And i especially love the walk to school, where i can plug in to my ipod and be oblivious to the world. Unless they're ravenous ringing bicycles of course. But it would choose to rain icicles most of the time my walk would start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the feeling where you get too much of something when you don't want it, yet when you crave for it, it's seemingly non-existent? On another note, Angie's birthday is on Friday where we're going to Ms Clarity's Cafe at Purvis Street. Many rave reviews, as well as disappointed ones. Well all 11 of us shall give them the benefit of the doubt but i'm sure company's what matter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yan's off to prepare for her walk now, though she feels the bus may be a better idea lest her feet get wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-4948255850622020523?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/4948255850622020523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=4948255850622020523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4948255850622020523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/4948255850622020523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-there-reason-why-my-hearts-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6444896256620902528</id><published>2007-05-10T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:29:41.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WHERE IS LI YAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RkIPrbm6vWI/AAAAAAAAABk/YjxNO9k0C6M/s1600-h/Band+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RkIPrbm6vWI/AAAAAAAAABk/YjxNO9k0C6M/s320/Band+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062626169937640802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for correct answers. I've to got admit though, it's cool to see myself changing from someone like this in 2003 to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's increasing its pace already, with projects, which of course is a shoo-in. Hmm, my project group is okay i guess, where everyone is totally different from my first impression of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my finger rash has been coming back which i think is due to work. During the period of my HK trip, my fingers were as beautiful as a baby's, where it recovered from the rash. Could it be due to the soap? I heard that people working in salons get peeling hands too under the result of the perming lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner for Sarah's and Terry's birthday on Sunday, skipped out on Flute's company chalet cum bbq for that. Can't say me and Eliza didn't regret missing the bbq (not to mention Francois kept on going about how rude some people were to leave the bbq to go out with "some friend's") but we did enjoy ourselves on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all at the chalet, it was kind of boring, though it was fun to speak to the other people, bonding here and there and discovering that there was a Santos who worked at Wolf for a night before, and he recognised me at Flutes. Cute name yea? So we left for Tampines where we waited for an hour or so for Terry. This poor guy just got his license a week ago i think, and he was lost throughout! Haha it was interesting to see how we scolded him, gave him directions (albeit, wrong), and this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Terry arrived though, Eliza began to feel the after-effects of the alcohol consumed at the chalet. This girl drank, and felt ultra uncomfortable afterwards. It was lucky that Shawn was with me at that time and he managed to help Eliza with her vomiting and all. If he wasn't there, i would not have known what to do. Perhaps cry or something. I mean, Eliza was sort of fainting and her eyes were staring blankly into space. I have seen her faint before, and it was scary, as if something surreal has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went to dine at Paulaner Bräuhaus, Milena Walk upon a vote. Being German cuisine, was quite interesting though with the expected sausages sauerkrauts. Nice meal, which was followed by a trip in Terry's car to Indochine, Wisma Atria for a drink. the boy ordered coffee which was a tease, seeing it took so long to arrive. The band was back, and the service staff changed which was great, seeing our previous experience was terrible to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming by here when they reach my inbox someday.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-6444896256620902528?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6444896256620902528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6444896256620902528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6444896256620902528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6444896256620902528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-li-yan-no-prizes-for-correct.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RkIPrbm6vWI/AAAAAAAAABk/YjxNO9k0C6M/s72-c/Band+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-538552508120451205</id><published>2007-04-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:47:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEUbtiPFSGQ/RizqQrS0rwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aetm5r4q1-g/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sEUbtiPFSGQ/RizqQrS0rwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aetm5r4q1-g/s1600-h/clouds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post-HK/Current-Madness/Pre-TP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RizvfWpQIFI/AAAAAAAAABE/4gymHKQuSto/s1600-h/IMG017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RizvfWpQIFI/AAAAAAAAABE/4gymHKQuSto/s320/IMG017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056679803563810898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RiztVmpQIDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3b_JAHRrIX8/s1600-h/IMG021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/RiztVmpQIDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3b_JAHRrIX8/s320/IMG021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056677437036830770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are other photos but i don't have them yet so.. Enjoy this darkened airplane picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait i have them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9L2pQIGI/AAAAAAAAABM/AZcIW4rKkQI/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9L2pQIGI/AAAAAAAAABM/AZcIW4rKkQI/s320/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056694861719150690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicer cottony clouds here. I've always been taught that clouds are made up of water droplets right, then how come when the plane passes through the clouds, it does not get drenched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9ampQIHI/AAAAAAAAABU/DYe62PhtbEY/s1600-h/our%2Bhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9ampQIHI/AAAAAAAAABU/DYe62PhtbEY/s320/our%2Bhome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056695115122221170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Sarah's aunt's home where we put up for the whole trip. Ha it was definitely more messy then portrayed here. Freaking cold in HK! Shivering shivers. Her aunt's side in Tsuen Mun is the cold side, whilst my aunt's side in Chai Wan is the hotter side. Distance somewhat like Boon Lay to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9y2pQIII/AAAAAAAAABc/wsoyBXX1PBU/s1600-h/hk+lan+kawi+fong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Riz9y2pQIII/AAAAAAAAABc/wsoyBXX1PBU/s320/hk+lan+kawi+fong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056695531734048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night we went to Lan Kwai Fong. The night district? Ha really steep slopes, hard to walk with heels on. Virgin encounter with the Hong Kong Brewery, where as we learnt to do so later on, peanut shells were meant to be thrown on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i enjoy most about HK:&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin!&lt;br /&gt;- My relatives there! Albeit they are VERY loud (well they are Hong Kongers afterall) but me and Sarah decided that we can live with the embarrassment of being seen with them since no one knows us in HK.&lt;br /&gt;- The food! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://leutheuser.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/hongkongstreetfood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://leutheuser.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/hongkongstreetfood1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. Squids, snails, fried cuttlefish, roasted Korean squids, beef balls, pork whatnots. MISS you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep now.. Continued on another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-538552508120451205?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/538552508120451205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=538552508120451205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/538552508120451205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/538552508120451205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-hkcurrent-madnesspre-tp-well-there.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_sEUbtiPFSGQ/RizqQrS0rwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aetm5r4q1-g/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6735857181200607798</id><published>2007-04-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:10:18.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk6hKe-POI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TkA6vTctoKI/s1600-h/Dewdrops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk6hKe-POI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TkA6vTctoKI/s320/Dewdrops.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051132798497078498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To substitute the non-existent still melting icicles from pine trees in winter. (You're supposed to be looking at the water droplets hanging unto the leaf-less branches, or twigs as you prefer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk3N6e-PLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fYL9H5EuTuQ/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk3N6e-PLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fYL9H5EuTuQ/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051129169249713330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pantang, Depression/Abuse and Wild Finger Lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy howdy lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey just realised that there's spell check here. Shows the length of time i've not been online huh. So.. how are you guys? In any case, do tell me! Many of you have either gotten your other halves and are living in your bliss. Suky, have fun huh ha it was not unexpected, but surprising nevertheless. And William! Nah not a beer guzzler. Just stating the thoughts i get when i crave for one, which is not frequent but not absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my limits but hey as my brother says, "If you're bad, you won't think that you're bad." So..... I'm not good, but so are you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough two weeks but thanks to ever-loving Michelle and the various cooking partners who inevitably showed me their soft spots ha. Michelle with her big and round eyes, have gotten prettier over time and her constant 'whines' about fashion sense and all are finally being answered. I know she's the one girl who can take care of herself, be adventurous, be loyal to her family, as well as know well enough to teach her bestie a thing or two about everyday manners. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever allowed 'pantang-ness' get to you? Where paranoia can get the better of you, or if you expect too much of something and you find yourself disappointed over an issue that did not even seem likely to occur in the first place? Hurrah you're human too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lack of sleep or too much of it&lt;br /&gt;- Loss or gain of weight without any effort&lt;br /&gt;- Muscle ache or tension&lt;br /&gt;- Rashes&lt;br /&gt;- Light-sensitive eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Headaches&lt;br /&gt;- Suicidal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on but as guessed, those are symptoms of depression from the national site of this illness. BUT, they are vague don't you think? Even a person without depression can find some way or another in their life that has one of these habits. Which..... will make this already self-pitying person to think he in fact has depression and delve even deeper into that world he assumes he has, and may one day really get it. I've got all of those symptoms, hey i have depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Perhaps they should give some really scientific explanation like:&lt;br /&gt;- Where your lamptyic nerve tickles the second thide intersection of the prosceude gland&lt;br /&gt;Then people will be forced to seek professional help in determining their status? Downside, if they're really affected they would not even seek help in the first place. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be in HK soon, any tips on that place? Lest for the HK1k counterfeit notes. Hope that it does not rain much, and that not too many Hong Kongers will hit me due to my terrible Cantonese-speaking skills. but i'm glad it has improved, much thanks to my incessant sputtering forced upon my kitchen counterparts and my authentic HK dad. Truth be told, this trip will be a form of escape and a learning experience for me. My parents trust me enough to go alone with Sarah, though they've been using that no-passport-for-you threat countless times, so i will behave. Behaveeeeee Sarah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk3KKe-PKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PDygjyD7iSQ/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk3KKe-PKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PDygjyD7iSQ/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051129104825203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My used to be porcelain skin! Come..... Back... to... Me... Who says girls can't fight? The law says so. Did you know that if a guy touches as much as your shoulder, you're liable to sue him for violation of your chasity? Or if your boss shouts the F word loudly to you if you screw up something, you are once again liable to sue him. Seems like we're pretty well protected aren't we ladies? Feels incredulous to me but at least it's not like, Look at me and you go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Mic told me a friend told her that guys look for pretty girls to look at, as opposed to us girls not looking, but just spotting one occasionally. Is it true? She asked her brother and some other guys and they agreed. ! Are they that desperate for pretty looks and bountiful bodies to feast their eyes upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proof of work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk5ZKe-PMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D3IW9rxK6fQ/s1600-h/Ten+Crabs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk5ZKe-PMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D3IW9rxK6fQ/s320/Ten+Crabs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051131561546497218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk5fae-PNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5c4xZ0Z3_cc/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk5fae-PNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5c4xZ0Z3_cc/s320/IMG006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051131668920679634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprised myself that my hands shook both times when the shutter button were pressed both times at both places. Grr. The second picture only showed a fraction of canapes. There were a lot more behind me and around the kitchen. For 300 people who only started coming in at 10.30pm and i ended work at 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things are, and will still be going well for you guys! Be strong yea, and try not to dwell on unnecessary issues. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-6735857181200607798?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6735857181200607798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6735857181200607798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6735857181200607798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6735857181200607798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-substitute-non-existent-still.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_7qMZQkwbt3I/Rhk6hKe-POI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TkA6vTctoKI/s72-c/Dewdrops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-1781076843105235798</id><published>2007-03-14T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:23:34.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mandarin songs are so nice, asian food is so nice, but why is it that so many people yearn to be ang moh, to look more westernised? Can't say i blame them, as when i was really young, i remember complaining to my mum on why isn't my dad a Caucasian. But now, i'm proud that he's from Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why why why? Being Chinese is an important thing to uphold. Many westerners do things that are deemed 'open' by our parents. When we do them, we are seen as bad and in turn, we get pissed and perform even worse acts. This is equilavent to some totured maid who gets antagonised over time and kills her employer or something. It was not her original intention but she thought she had enough reason to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised beer does make a person feel better, just as well as it is liable to make a person loose-headed and feel totally carefree, with negative consequences. When i'm really really bushed after work, sometimes we would get one or two jugs of beer from the bar and drink them while lounging, waiting for the return of kitchen equipment. It feels great somehow, the fizziness plus the bitterness. I swear it tasted sweet once. Sangria --&gt; Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate beer, thinking it sucks. It took time to understand why it's the most widely consumed preserved beverage, and the oldest in the world. Just like how i detested the bitter taste of raw Rocket leaves, but find it okay now. Yep, so it's bad bad bad that i have cravings for beer now. I can only drink them for free when i'm out with them, where someone pays, whom i don't know, or when i'm working on certain dates. Hey at least beer is made from barley, yeast, malt etc. and not syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-1781076843105235798?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/1781076843105235798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=1781076843105235798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1781076843105235798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/1781076843105235798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/03/mandarin-songs-are-so-nice-asian-food.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-2890317054330055006</id><published>2007-03-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:51:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hong Kong dates may be changed to 12th-20th Apr. Don't really understand why but yeap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling that way ever since K told me those stuff. Perplexed ever since. I am over-reacting due to the lack of occurence of these incidents until about now and i have no idea how to handle them when it comes all at one shot. Cuts and injuries all around because i was thinking and thinking during work. Brought it upon myself, that i had to trigger such things from sparking, and now i don't want anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age does matter in a way. I thought it wouldn't matter, but now that it happened, it does matter. This obstacle forever in my mind when i think about it. And the hurting/guilty part. How does one do it without causing those reactions? Or maybe they're inevitable. Of course it's not only way, it's the issue, that has been bugging since i turned 8 years old. It may have improved recently, but then it'll be there in my mind constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to use work as an escape from all my thoughts, focusing on work times infinity. Now that my thoughts have to do with work indirectly, it's getting rather worse for wear. Quitting is an escape, and i want to grow stronger. At least i have someone beside me who understands, even though the reaction gotten was incredulousness on my part. That's sane in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling out of it. Grapes are nice. Pork chops are not. Sea shantys are not. Sea monkeys are yucky. Early menopause because my period is done with. Grapes are really nice. Bought a top. No money for Hong Kong. Work comes to mind, so does incessant thoughts. Start of misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-2890317054330055006?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2890317054330055006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=2890317054330055006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/2890317054330055006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/2890317054330055006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/03/hong-kong-dates-may-be-changed-to-12th.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-6999874780077797605</id><published>2007-03-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:52:29.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you start to lose hair, will you shave all of your hair or try and create a hairdo out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your girlfriend is really tired/sick, will you spend your last dime and get a cab for her or will you insist on a public ride on the context of romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you realised you forgot to bring clean underwear after a swimming trip, would you wear your wet trunks under your pants or go commando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your girlfriend refuses on intercourse, would you even suggest dry humping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peewee. Just some questions i thought i'll ask my boyfriend someday, which Michelle says will cause him to scamper, "Oh okay. (darts vision) Bye!" While i was out yesterday, Li Yeng called about a job offer, SGD18 an hour, serving wine in a private house function in Bukit Timah. My eyes volumised to twenty times their size. That much money just for this job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded pretty suspiscious, and i had already promised Wolf for dinner shift, so that was it. Man.... If not, i would be SGD120 or more richer, not to mention it would open my eyes more. But of course when i told my mum on what i could have been doing that night, she scolded me and gave cautions about guys putting drugs in my drinks, even my aunt joined her side. Yea she's taking her side, but my job is to serve them, not consume them! And it being high-class, they cannot force a server to drink anyway. To my mum, the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jiu &lt;/span&gt;rings the many alarm bells in her head, but i understand her reasons. As i'm sure all of you do too, to your respective ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work again, for that hk trip. Some people arent happy about my work volume, so maybe i shall just say, "I'm going to stay at home." whenever i'll be working. =/ Lies lies lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza was complaining that why some fashion in other countries are deemed as nice, but in Singapore it would be seen as slutty. For instance, in Korea the ladies wear their bras that are slightly visible from their tank tops and all, and they look pretty. But in Singapore, it would be equilavent to a prostitute. Clothes sold in Blum and similar, are nice but if worn in Singapore, it would look weird. Too bad Eliza's being positioned in this part of the world, alsongside the many fashion misfits in TP. Note: Misfits only to those who worship you-know-where as their shopping haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeds a spoonful of Pannacotta with Berry Jelly to someone.&lt;br /&gt;S: Zhe me tian de?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bu shi tian ziu bu ziao zhuo dessert le la..&lt;br /&gt;S: Nan dao dessert ziu mei you suan de ma?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dui he! You Lemon tart.&lt;br /&gt;S: Gen ni shuo hua hen qi ren ah. Wo shuo de tian bu neng shi ying wei ni wei wo de ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the kitchen waiting for Joe/Alim to pass us a plastic bag for the takeaway boxes. It was the 50th birthday of some bloke and his friends booked the whole indoor area. Hence, it was caucasians and music galore.&lt;br /&gt;R: Come out and have a drink!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No..&lt;br /&gt;R: (Stares intently) Come out... (Kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Looking for help)&lt;br /&gt;K: Hey why you disturb her? She's my girlfriend you know. (Grabs my hand)&lt;br /&gt;R: Hey you're married already!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 2a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 4&lt;/span&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;Why must my tao hua appear only to people i don't already like? Or maybe it's what K says, that i'm always too afraid. But only Michelle and i know the reason. So go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/15894462-6999874780077797605?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/6999874780077797605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=6999874780077797605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6999874780077797605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/6999874780077797605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-start-to-lose-hair-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-2373044496090051381</id><published>2007-03-04T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:53:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. So now we are forced to use the new version of blogger, not even sure if this psot will come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hi darlings! Tiny hiatus there, all because of the lack of interest to come online, and the lack of time to come online, and of course because of examinations. But it's over! And nothing can be better! Because.......... My mum allowed me to go to HK with Sarah in HK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged, cried, threw tantrums blah, even gave sermons my mum on who i am, and how she knows i can take care of myself.. It helps too that my dad is a Hong Konger and we have relatives there. So, even though i put so much effort into pleading, somewhere inside me i knew that she wouldn't agree to let me go. But she did!!! Haha actually she never did say, "Yes you can go." She went, "ONLY if more than 4 people than you can go, i tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, now there's only me and Sarah, plus Tung Ling who we will meet over in Hong Kong. Me and S are gonna stay in her aunt's place, as my mum refuses to let me bother my relatives there. And the fact that if i am going to contact them (which i absolutely want to!), i would have to buy Singapore stuff there for them, and not just one, but 8 portions man. And they want bak kwa, because according to them in Singapore's Chinatown there's this place that's so good. Not cheap now, because of CNY but hopefully in April it can go abck to its original pricings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hong Kong, shopping! Eating! Teahouse everyday! Dim sum! Boots! Clothes! I need to have money and thankfully i have all my jobs to support me, where i also have to take the family portion into consideration as well. Am really proud i can support myself, as i was telling Eliza over dinner after our last exam. From girls who had no money, i even had to bring maggi to school for food, we turned to girls who can give ourselves money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so excited when i saw my name on the air ticket reservation .pdf file =) Silly girl.. Second time on a plane. All i can say is that i've worked hard to get here, and i better cherish it and not be arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now, jap lesson tmr with Meiyan.. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-2373044496090051381?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/2373044496090051381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=2373044496090051381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/2373044496090051381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/2373044496090051381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-117059600175977767</id><published>2007-02-04T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:33:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/124422/Zouk%20-%20Me%2C%20Victor%2C%20Chai%2C%20Glynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/979327/Zouk%20-%20Me%2C%20Victor%2C%20Chai%2C%20Glynn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/559229/Zouk%20-%20Me%2C%20Victor%2C%20Glynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/879362/Zouk%20-%20Me%2C%20Victor%2C%20Glynn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/474433/Zouk%20-%20Me%20and%20Victor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/84957/Zouk%20-%20Me%20and%20Victor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/913969/Zouk%20-%20Me%20and%20Li%20Yeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/563112/Zouk%20-%20Me%20and%20Li%20Yeng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyo heyo.. I am happy today because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am able to read japanese&lt;br /&gt;- I am able to understand japanese&lt;br /&gt;- I did not forsake nor neglect korean&lt;br /&gt;- I have a better relationship wth some people i would never have met&lt;br /&gt;- I... many many many things to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT because i am in a mental hurry, the list shall remain incompleted. So.. HP is out soon! I was surprised at the date which is so near.. Especially when she just announced the title not too long ago. Heh. So comes the time when everyone who hasn't read it yet will want to avoid people, switching on MSN so we will not see the nick of some doofus going, "____ and ____ DIED!!! WHY???" Sine she mentioned two main characters will be dead. Man this story has really run its course and evolved from that cutesy innocent plot to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those are the pictures we took during the night out. Heard from some first-timers their reactions to how things go on in a club, and it's pretty amusing. Go out, have fun, and the fun had there, stops there. smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun has its time, accusations follow after but do they really matter? When one is happy, another would be bewildered, while yet another may be sad and feeling neglected. Anyway, thanks for all the care and concern i got after that thing that occured after culi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good people! And be confident in this scriping world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-117059600175977767?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/117059600175977767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=117059600175977767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/117059600175977767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/117059600175977767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyo-heyo_04.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116947196888934917</id><published>2007-01-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:19:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/300834/IMG008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/709312/IMG008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/828200/IMG005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/400745/IMG005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/604679/IMG004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/406931/IMG004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/471311/IMG002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/747092/IMG002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures from another working place. My 3rd job. Nuts it may seem, but nuts should be used in the scenario when the chef looked on while i snapped all these photos in the chiller. Freezer was damn cold, i could only stand for like three seconds inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. people have been asking whether i'm attached now. Not the ones who read this, but the ones whom i work with. The clothes they say, the overall look. ha. Impressions --&gt; that important and effective in deducing thoughts? Well went to Velvet, Zouk and Phuture on Friday night for Li Yeng's birthday and Victor's and the TP interns' farewell. We were feeling pretty high cuz we got in! Great night and funny one. Highly enjoyed rather than the previous ones. Firstly, we danced on the stage the whole night, then i met Eric who was the bouncer there. Still looking as suave as ever ha. Job description: Stand there, look stern, cross arms, pull guys off the girls-only stage, look for molesters, wait for girls to tell him they were molested, and yep! Ha and a Brazilian drag queen made an appearance and whoo! It was great fun, his/her voice, songs and all. Nice to go out like this once in a while, without hiding from my family or friends. I am lucky i don't spend for all the times i go out dancing.  Everyone keeps on saying that they have to spend so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick, not in a fever sense but in a long term sense. Hope it doesn't turn out to be that one. Hurts a teeny bit when the closer people don't care, but then again, we are independent humans. Instead, it's the chu hu yu liao people who actually are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and pondering over many things. Concluded the long-known term, that friends should not be working colleagues. No one will ever understand what the other party is thinking, not ever. Researched upon actually, by some unversity and the result was nil. NIL. NADA. NON. Friends should stay as friends, but colleagues can become friends. Analogy does not really work here but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.............. Good luck for examinations, term papers, reviews, work reports, toilet breaks, apple consuming, digestion, walking, talking, and just plain living. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Eliza, hope Philippe didn't flare at you when you told him the news. Have a great two weeks. And i sorta came up with a schedule for myself to accomodate one night at Flutes, then the other two. Afterall, there's the druggie guy and Amol at Wolf now. See something positive in everything negative. Something i picked up.  Be safe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116947196888934917?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116947196888934917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116947196888934917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116947196888934917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116947196888934917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/01/that-important-and-effective-in.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116883456164267002</id><published>2007-01-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:29:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first time someone sent me home.. The first time someone took my bag for me and refused to let me take it back because 'it is too heavy for a girl' and even though it was heavy for that someone, a non bag carrier. The first time someone walked me back the long way from A to F, passing by B C D and E, not once complaining about the distance. Cold night, nice breeze, talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i hate it when another someone pushes and carries on even though i've made my point across. Doesn't the other someone know that it will only make matters worse? Harsh or not it's up to the audience, but to grow up, i'm going to learn to deal with it. The mouths aren't mine, so i don't have to care what they're sputtering. The heart isn't mine, so i can't stop it from beating in that particular fashion. But i know that what's mine, will continue to mature in a way not yet seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written by a oddity asset of mine, &lt;a href="http://bert-o.livejournal.com"&gt;BertrandFoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A soup so thick you could hold its hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sitting at the table a big fat man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With arms  outstreched he asked for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yawned his girlfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What a bore!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once bitten twice shy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now his girlfriend is hoping he dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mouth wide open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ready to swallow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Opps! Not again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stain so yellow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116883456164267002?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116883456164267002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116883456164267002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116883456164267002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116883456164267002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-time-someone-sent-me-home.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116849982394697301</id><published>2007-01-11T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:17:03.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=05AE94A3766CE12E"&gt;Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Have To Love  (Download)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need some meaning I can memorize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you, but you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You write such pretty words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But life's no storybook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love's an excuse to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And to hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you like to hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I do, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then hurt me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating vignette everything seems to be. Where a woman can live on, knowing she has lost her entire life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/15894462-116849982394697301?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116849982394697301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116849982394697301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116849982394697301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116849982394697301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/01/bright-eyes-lover-i-dont-have-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116775596393647609</id><published>2007-01-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:39:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young is the one that plunges in the future and never looks back. Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves. When the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Li Yeng wrote this. Recently, she’s been coming up with these philosophical theories and all. Ever had a nervous breakdown? Symptoms being &lt;span style=""&gt;staring into space for a few days, not feeling like doing anything, perhaps thinking on one issue alone, or not even bothering to think at all. Where you're alone in your own space and that's that. Not to mention those crying fits or whatever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You know, when you cry be it alone or in front of people, someone benefits, becomes happy indirectly. So cry, but feel that you're crying not based on unhappiness, but cry on the context that you need to get it out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s a new year, and I’m sure with the happiness and joy, sadness and problems follow. Decisions may be made in haste, or cleverly planned. To be able to be in this year and time is a blessing in itself already, but why do some feel that it’s a burden? Could be due to the uncertainty, or the prediction of utter chaos in their lives down the road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But do we have the power to change and alter it in our own means? Or is there this compelling force constantly hovering above us? Questions questions. Instead of waiting for the greater above to answer, how many people have actually ventured out to answer those themselves. Reliant, dependent. Or just plain ignorant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just shooting my young mouth off, filling it with unripe thoughts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116775596393647609?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116775596393647609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116775596393647609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116775596393647609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116775596393647609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/01/young-is-one-that-plunges-in-future.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116759747881476820</id><published>2007-01-01T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:37:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT's the NEW YEAR!!   Hair Pee Nu Ear everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to  go home straight after work at Wolf so i  hung around for a bit.  Haha there was a function going on and it was great fun! There was a live band so i just stood at the kitchen and looked out.. Everyone was CRAZY out there! Even the waitresses stood on the bar top and started dancing. =) Took peektures with the chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/593542/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/188023/DSC00010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/453327/IMG009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/718657/IMG009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing these photos with my other past photos, i am so glad. In the second photo, i think he looks so much like Shawn! Just that it isn't very clear because his face is sorta bending down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with them around Clarke Quay, couldn't decide on where to go so they headed down to Boat Quat at BK Eating House and promptly consumed Ba Chor Mee. Amazing how guys can eat. Li Yeng came to accompany me.. You go girl! She also came to bring me out for coffee during my break. Like an answer given to me by Lord, she is. =) After that, some went home, and we walked back to Wolf to get Brandon's car and he drove us to Li Yeng's area, where taxis galore was occuring, a stark difference from the city area where everyone was scrambling, searching for that lighted up car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was a great and bad year.. I mean, isn't it always? Just that it went by too fast. Soon we'll be graduating, studying yet again, getting married, babies, blabla. Thinking too much eh? Girl thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for 2006 beacuse i learnt many many things. All part of growing up, but it were these recent months that i really enjoyed my year, to say the least. Eliza, think of yourself more often yah? I mean, in the situation of you two, not in all life occurences. Be brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's making an appearance again. Work hard! =) Happy resolutions everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116759747881476820?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116759747881476820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116759747881476820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116759747881476820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116759747881476820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year-hair-pee-nu-ear-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116654966148961493</id><published>2006-12-20T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:34:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/70419/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Ben%20and%20Jerry%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/638836/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Ben%20and%20Jerry%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello! Just back from a busy Monday and Tuesday. Went JB on Monday, and and and.. It's still not very clean and quite boring, not to mention the neverending rain! Man if it snowed in Singapore, our daily snowfall would be like 5m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..  Went around shopping,  Siejen met up with us and went together. Ha everywhere i went i was pointing out what i didnt like about their stuff, roads, service blabla. Then she always replied, "Come here must lower standards one." Most memorable thing of the trip? The tremendous thunder that boomed, which shook Holiday Plaza. Me and my cousin who were sitting inside KFC waiting for our mothers, saw the glass doors and windows vibrate! We were terrified but noticed that the Malaysians were still calmly eating their chickens. But man!! It shook, we felt the vibrations from our seats and all, thrice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/127422/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Butter%20Yaki%20Oysters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/127629/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Butter%20Yaki%20Oysters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/101708/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Salmon%20Sashimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/977813/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Salmon%20Sashimi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in Singapore, rained rained rained. Then it was my birthday which was enjoyable. =) For my last birthdays, i think i always expect too much, so this time i just went along with the flow. First i went to work at Flutes because they needed people. Birthday wishes galore! After that went out with Mic where we ate at Suki Sushi ($16.90 for 12.30-6pm buffet --&gt; everything up till $4.90 plates). So full but she kept on going, saying that we haven't eaten our 16.90 yet. Ha and oh yes.. The server was like smirking all the time, and the hair falling down on his face. It felt like it was run by students, for students. And they spent Santa, as "Santa Clause".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/470592/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Egg%20Sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/871301/My%2006%20Bdae%20-%20Egg%20Sushi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a lot of stuff, and this egg sushi earrings! She's become quite nifty lately, making clay hamburgers, char siew paus, eggs, watermelons. She should start selling them.. Anyone  who wants to support new talent? Then we walked, hugging each other walking under the umbrella in the rain. RAIN RAIN. They must have realised Singapore has been in need of water. 40 days 40 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking too much. Working tommorrow byebye! Oh and gg MOS tmr night as obligation. Legal this time! Goodnight goodpeople..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116654966148961493?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116654966148961493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116654966148961493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116654966148961493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116654966148961493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-hello-just-back-from-busy-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116568860397972735</id><published>2006-12-10T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:41:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a bid to get away from being studious li yan studying accounts, i'm here, thinking of my perfect birthday wishlist that no one will ever read, and it'll be too expensive anyway. Ah the perils of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want..  a nice house, where i have my own room as opposed to the non-existent room i have now, and a nice spacious kitchen, and oooh a walk-in closet! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/906334/walk-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/864191/walk-in.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which is like this, but you know, just add in some pigeon holes where i can put in my millions of shoes and a counter-top dressing table with sections for my beauty must-haves and a huge mirror. Which brings me to the things that will be filling new said closet. Clothes, bags, mannequins (for that &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; tryst), shoes, belts, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, whathaveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/933948/gilmore%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/230616/gilmore%20girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then! I would also like Gilmore Girls dvds, from Season 1 to 6 but since i'm dling Season 1 that can be omitted. A nice little reprieve huh. Since this can be ex, why don't you just give me like a limited budget for me to buy stuff from online? Since the quality is good and you know, cheeeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like a nice night out with the girls, nothing to think about, nothing to worry like 'oh we're gonna be late' for whatever thing. Just chill and be natural.. That's the bomb.  Also no going-home at like, &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="23"&gt;11pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;? Which would totally spoil the mood and the others may want to start going home too.. I mean, it's really nice for them to come and celebrate with me but it's going to be really depressing to, go home. Thank god i have such nice girlfriends who are able to stay out late. =D A nice warm cosy dinner, at a hawker centre if need be. Oh and they must be with me because they want to, and not as an obligation. I think that it's an insult to you if i go to your birthday dinner because i am obligated to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really fancy teddy bears, unless they're the keychain sort or the hug-to-sleep sort. Where they're soft and not hard wool. Since i have so many bears at home already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mayoclinic.org/becomingpat-jax/images/traveling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mayoclinic.org/becomingpat-jax/images/traveling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah how can i forget. I want to go on holidays with you guys.. Traveling! With an itinerary devised by us. Whatever we learnt from at school. The ultimate, backpacking trip around who knows where, as long as it's not &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; where it is the only country I’ve ever been to other than &lt;st1:place&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Don't get me wrong, it's nice, but the things are generally jacked up once they realise you don't speak Malay. &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and etc. I sound like i have the world's wealth at my expense, don't i? ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know.... that 50% of the world's wealth are possessed by 1% of the population and the bottom 50% of population controls 1% of the wealth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! A travesty right.. No wonder celebs are able to adopt as and when they wish. And they get photographed and planted onto websites and papers when they gave so much as US$10 to a homeless man on the street, being labelled as a Samaritan. Ever heard of the biblical story where a rich man donated $2000 to the church but Jesus sang praises of a poor woman who donated only 2 cents? Because she gave her all, her everything to him. This can not be applicable necessarily in today's world but you get what i mean. hyuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to wishlist. I'd like a better RAM as well. Ever since i switched to this com which my dad got from his company when it closed and my brother complained that i was using his computer time on his computer, i had to wait like 2 minutes for the computer to search contents of 'My Computer'. And though the internet speed states that it's 200MB/s, it's not really the case eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a phone as well, as the phone i'm using now can only be traded for S$15 and the buttons ain't working and on some days, i can't sms or call out and vice versa. I'd like an MP3 player with an embedded radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Johnny's stuff, i think i can live without them, but it would be good to have some, though i should it it is useless when none of us are rich enough to buy more memorabilia cos everyone knows once you have one you want more more more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt sad and guilty that you squashed the tiny insect that flew onto your computer screen or wherever out on impulse? But it was tiny, like smaller than a fullstop. Which makes it more unbearable because they were already living in a ENORMOUS world as it is already. Sorry, insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/1600/763621/santa%20stripper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5345/553/320/10943/santa%20stripper.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm having high expectations for Christmas this year since i've already two or three dates (which is not a lot i know) for it. =) Oh and regarding my previous post, ignore it since i can't delete it away. It means nothing to me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally above all, i want to continue having you friends as my friends, and my family to allow me to take care of them and blablablablablabla. These are true words, as obviously contrasting with the above birthday wants sans for the girls-night-out which i really want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116568860397972735?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116568860397972735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116568860397972735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116568860397972735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116568860397972735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-bid-to-get-away-from-being-studious.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116522198210352668</id><published>2006-12-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:46:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I’ve always wanted something like that to happen. Dreamt about it, lalala and all. But when something remotely like that ‘thing’ happens, I start to feel panicky? And just head straight to like the evaluating process and make a mess out of it. I managed to manipulate everything into a scary thing, like he’s going to kidnap me or this is like a scene from Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Movie about how a high school football jock is dared to bring out a geeky girl out to the prom without knowing that she possess magical powers or something. So at the prom the bullies arranged it such that she was on stage accepting the ‘High School Queen’ WHEN buckets of pig’s blood were strewn from above. In the end, she got to like killing people and shutting the assembly doors and I think a fire started somewhere or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I’m not talking until must kill kill kill, but… it scares me. I think I’m making a drama out of it. But such ambiguous details were given and everything became so suspicious! That second phone call was totally weird; he should not have said those to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attribute this mess to self consciousness and my naïve thinking. ;jfhaskjdfhaskfh I’m typing like some p6 girl wanting self-pity. Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to get to work now. Bye.. bye bye     bye bye  bye          bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116522198210352668?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116522198210352668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116522198210352668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116522198210352668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116522198210352668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-ive-always-wanted-something.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116332217783944086</id><published>2006-11-12T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:02:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amidst his Singlish  speech, you could still make out his British accent. Hilarious on the night of Oct 28 when Blogger failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to a few places recently. I would like to propose that companies do not place their staff day or staff family day at year end. If they want to, don't locate it in Sentosa. I mean, winter in other countries = cold/rainy/monsoon season for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Sentosa for the 6th time in a week yesterday for my cousin's Staff Day and it was raining liquid all day! The emcee was claiming, "People! It's not raining anymore so get up and enjoy!" Maybe he should just turn his head to his right, then perhaps he could have seen the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically as Singaporeans and due to the rain, we just headed there for the free stuff and went back. Browsed through &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Vivo&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Damn big and crowded and all. I love the Organic Marketplace! Though i thought it was silly to place Organic $12.95 Sweet Corn next to $1.20 Sweet Corn.  Oh and if you're looking for Christmas gifts, Watsons have plenty of really nice looking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. When heading back to Harbourfront Interchange, my brother who was on another bus told me he heard the 5 Acapella performers (who was prolly from Malaysia or Indonesia) critising the Tourism Academy@Sentosa a.k.a. my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why have such a school? Service is getting worse, also no use!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Wasted land use!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on. If i was on e same bus, i probably would have told them i was from that "damn place" and that i was sorry Singapore took the effort to increase service standards for foreigners like them. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went to the Doulos ship that was parked next to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Vivo&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was a floating bookshop and i loved it how it turned out to include lots of Christian bookstuff. It was very heartwarming the way the crew treated us and they gave out free coffee at the entrance due to the rain. They sell items by units i.e. 100 units = 4SGD. Go check it out! It's very reasonable. It's located at The Promenade. Be careful of the stairs up to the ship though, it's like big tubes of metal cylinders substituting the steps. Oh and it's the oldest traveling ship as well.. God's grace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to projects now.. I have to open a restaurant in Holland V, help a failing hotel back to 5 stars splendor, organise a trade fair and plan a meeting with big bosses for my projects. I think we should be paid more than 15k a month. Does not help that i've been sick for more than a week now. And 2 days off school.. ='/ Why do i get sick after the haze which induces disbelief from my friends. Anyway, have a nice Sunday..! It's feeling great with the rainy breeze~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116332217783944086?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116332217783944086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116332217783944086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116332217783944086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116332217783944086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/11/amidst-his-singlish-speech-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116204535512389653</id><published>2006-10-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:38:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admist his amazing Singlish attempt,   you could still hear his British(?) accent. Hilarious right? On a night like this......... bom bom bommmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxIJ9swGFUQ&amp;amp;eurl" eurl=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxIJ9swGFUQ"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116204535512389653?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116204535512389653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116204535512389653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116204535512389653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116204535512389653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/10/admist-his-amazing-singlish-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-116119493874960858</id><published>2006-10-19T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:08:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poof! Sure am tired. One thing on everybody's mind: Darn haze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hides the sun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Makes everyone have sinus problem.&lt;br /&gt;3. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;4. Can't see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing on everybody's mind: Invisible timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to plan work schedule or other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;2. How to decide days for CYA?&lt;br /&gt;3. Which days we get to sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next monday and we still don't have timetable. Yep i know they need time to arrange and co-ordinate. But i did hope to get it like 5 days before it actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, attended Chef's daughter's birthday shizzbizz on Sunday. Reached there pretty late so Ken, Alex and Razali left first. Had some fun, man i tell you... The food there was so unlike any bbq! There was a whole lamb for starters..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, some risotto rice which i mistook for couscous, tossed with tuna and served with salted egg and tomatoes. Oh and a Mickey Mouse cake which we made during work one day. I thought it was meant for a function on Tuesday, so image my surprise when that cake surfaced.. And of course, plus many many many many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some french guy called Nicolas, pronounced ni-ko-la, from APS thought it wld be fun to dump all the girls into the pool. POOOOO to you! Realised that chlorine can very well replace all makeup removers in the world. Could be a breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, CYA training tomorrow.. Wonder the first-years will feel the same way we did throughout the last stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited and eager at first.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry and sore in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Devious and non-existant towords the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall work on it! Only 4 Senior Rovers left... Groan* How to cope? School, work, CYA, projects. Oh wait, this was the same situation last sem, lucky it's sans CCA. Only difference is that i'll have major projects for all subjects except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for you to see! &lt;a href="http://www.bentocorner.com/"&gt;www.bentocorner.com&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; Mother who makes bentos for her kids every single day and takes pictures of them. She's either a free woman or aspiring artist. Kudos to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-116119493874960858?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/116119493874960858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=116119493874960858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116119493874960858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/116119493874960858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/10/poof-sure-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115876047082647160</id><published>2006-09-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:54:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long! Seriously so many things have happened and time flew by so quickly that it makes you wonder, what day, date or even, year is it.. But it has been fun. Been busy with my own job as well as the IMF-World Bank thingy. I still remember how our lecturers made it sound so fun and privileged if we were to work for Suntec for this stint. But...... ha.&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, i was feeling really sian because firstly, we had to go through GEMs training where they tell you about Singapore and whatnots. These trainings made me miss my job a couple of times. To accommodate my job, i requested for the ice team where the stipulated working hours were from 4am to 1pm or something like that. After requesting, i got it but after looking at my roster, i found out that myself plus many other girls were placed on the 9-5 shift, starting work only on the 14th, instead of the 9th. Man that defeats all purpose. Then i got lucky when they called us up to come earlier, and from 6am to 2 pm. Alas, they realised that they estimated too many offices needed ice so most of us were sorta retrenched, or moved to other departments.&lt;br /&gt;So Arthur called me, asking whether am i willing to move to Housekeeping, where i have to check toilets. I enquired, are most of us going there too? He said, yes. But it turned out that only four of us were transferred to Housekeeping. Most of the others went to Room Service instead. And that's how i got to know &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt; even more. From Day One, i had wondered whether &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;, my primary school friend because they looked so alike. And guess what? They're brothers and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; is actually in my course as well but in Yr One. Then &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who looks so demure and quiet but in actual fact is soooo talkative hahahaha.. She's a really nice girlie and very very cute. =P&lt;br /&gt;Then there were &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt; (yet another samuel) and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pauline&lt;/span&gt; (girl who sleeps whenever possible), the couple, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;, whom i met while she was slacking in the SIM staircase, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Farhan&lt;/span&gt;, the half-japanese/Tegoshi lookalike, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Shazlee&lt;/span&gt;, the 3-cigs-a-day joker, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ming Feng&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who has a uniform fetish, and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;, who succeeded in getting a policeman's number and msn haha. Oh of course there was Adler as well, the horoscope-enthusiast. He's really interesting to talk to and all his explanations on horoscopes are really accurate.&lt;br /&gt;They're all really fun to work with and i'm glad that Arthur transferred me here, albeit my initial apprehension on checking toilets and all. We have to wear our business suits while checking and on e way, i got to know the cleaners who were really funny and cheerful as well! All they knew was Malay and i tell you, it was such a drag for me to explain stuff like, Dustbin full, or Floor wet. But i really enjoyed learning how to speak malay. Now i can safely say i know how to say that the dustbin there is full or whatsoever. o.0 I managed to pick up some other malay words as well.&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jude Achilles&lt;/span&gt; (nice surname right?), the 20 yr-old guy who looks quite okay and walked like a gangster, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Laita&lt;/span&gt;, the 16 yr-old Sabah-ian who's looking so cute being so short, &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ramla&lt;/span&gt;, the 22 yr-old Malaccan who's my malay teacher and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pista&lt;/span&gt;, who's a Math, Science and Malay teacher in a Korean school in Malaysia. Of course there were others~ Manyatime we caught them sleeping or using the public toilets, but we let them off beacuse we know that they have a right to be tired. I mean, they work from 7am to 11pm everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the security guards and policemen and armymen who talked to us because we were practically walking to and fro past those halls like a snail (we were trying to pass time man). Some wanted numbers, some were bored. All men are perverts! Well, not all. -.= Hmm, we also managed to slack quite a bit after our dinner as my working hours were 1 to 11 everyday. After dinner, we'd usually go one more round, then hang out at the Interpreter's Lounge till work was done. Just yesterday, three of us sneaked to Marina Sq for chocolate and we saw fireworks! I have no idea whether it was the temperature or the excitement, but it definitely looked so much nicer than NDP's.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a job well taken and i learnt alot about serving and the handling of situations as well. Got a few namecards which i have no idea how to utilise them, and got to meet some long-lost friends as well as establish r/s with many many many many many people. I bet when we get back to TAS next sem, we'll all be like, waving to everyone we meet cuz we know us all!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, missing my job already. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115876047082647160?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115876047082647160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115876047082647160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115876047082647160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115876047082647160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-so-long-seriously-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115592294838300522</id><published>2006-08-19T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:42:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE SUCCUMBED TO SCIENCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i consumed one yellow flu pill, and four total drops of eye medication. I mean, didn't you know that pills like Panadol will one day cease the ability of your immune system if you intake a lot? That's why i don't even think about taking Panadol when i'm feeling really uncomfortable. But my ongoing flu for almost three weeks now just got worst and i think i used up all the tissue paper in my home and am too lazy to open some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i conclude that i am lucky enough to have paid a visit to the polyclinic on Wednesday and hence the un-Panadol medication. Fine, &lt;em&gt;Paracetamol &lt;/em&gt;or A&lt;em&gt;cetaminophen&lt;/em&gt; if you prefer. Oh before you think i have gone over to the dark side, i am still refusing to take my cough mixture. Though that sees to be changed once The Pang Empress knows of my doings. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, Hea Shin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115592294838300522?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115592294838300522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115592294838300522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115592294838300522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115592294838300522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-succumbed-to-science-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115505912961202104</id><published>2006-08-09T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:45:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO YOU FEEL THE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EXCITEMENT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO YOU?!?!?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, because it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently not. tata to the world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I thank God for not making me into someone i would dislike.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115505912961202104?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115505912961202104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115505912961202104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115505912961202104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115505912961202104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-feel-excitement-do-you-do-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115436641797695998</id><published>2006-08-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:20:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True thing that happened! Many of you may know but for the benefit of some bored passer-by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy made many transactions which began with a red paper clip and ended up with a house. Cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transactions:&lt;br /&gt;Red Paper Clip&lt;br /&gt;Fish Pen&lt;br /&gt;Doorknob (Which i think looks like one of the characters in Addams Family)&lt;br /&gt;Portable Coleman Stove&lt;br /&gt;Red Generator&lt;br /&gt;I.O.U. worth exactly one keg of beer and a neon Budweisier sign = Instant Party&lt;br /&gt;Snowmobile&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Yahk&lt;br /&gt;Cube Van&lt;br /&gt;Recording Contract&lt;br /&gt;One All-expense Paid Year in Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;An Afternoon with Alice Cooper (rock n roll singer)&lt;br /&gt;Motorized KISS snowglobe with multi-colored lights, and a variable speed dial (band)&lt;br /&gt;One Movie Role&lt;br /&gt;House in Kipling Saskatchewan Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go. The clever people that are able to pull this off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115436641797695998?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115436641797695998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115436641797695998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115436641797695998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115436641797695998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/08/true-thing-that-happened-many-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115436527143095668</id><published>2006-08-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:01:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ho the derrioh oh! Everything's DONE lest for Marketing Oral Assessment tomorrow which i hope is like the others. Contrary to what everyone felt on Sunday about having two presentations today, now we're all feeling GREATO cuz we're done already! After school, i honestly felt like it was the hols already. Only one thing nagging at e back of my mind: Accounting. Which i have attended for only like three or four times. Lucky i studied before in sec sch so my results are okay. But no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, relationships have soured and though things have (moreorless) gone back to where it was, it will never be the same ya know? Well, one can't expect things to always be smooth-sailing. And it is my fault too but voicing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice from XX (given to me at different times of my life)&lt;br /&gt;-LaeL-: Don't let the involved know what's the matter. Instead, either keep mum or tell it to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Terry: (Something which was good but i forgot. Sorry ah!)&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: There's a fine line between caring and interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went back to Service class at RITS last week and got sniggered at by e SHATEC students. There was this table which i was in-charge of, who just kept on looking at me and Qian Yun and (dare i say) giggled. Peh. Lecturer was not very professional too. future chefs ya'll! No wonder chefs have a reputation for bad attitude at RITS. Very easily angry or annoyed. But for other chefs working outside, they seem pretty nice. (Though i can't say the same for some. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next service class is booked by the University of Las Vegas people! I do hope i can balance the coffees and teas unto the tables.. =( Was trembling like an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't you feel that at times, the words people use can display what personality they have?&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oi oi oi oi oi.&lt;br /&gt;piak n nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hohoho. hehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115436527143095668?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115436527143095668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115436527143095668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115436527143095668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115436527143095668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-ho-derrioh-oh-everythings-done.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115254428488581690</id><published>2006-07-10T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:11:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're many a times people wonder, 'Why am i related to him/her?' We feel that him/her is like the runt of the litter. But there's nothing we can do but to either stand there do nothing or to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do help, people may think and say that you're doing it the wrong way, you're over-protective and critisms come aboom. You feel helpless and think, why am i taking the effort to do this? there's no progress from the accused because she doesn not want to listen and take in what you're saying. But you get looked down upon for what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not help, people once again comes to you and ponder aloud, 'Why isn't she doing anything to help?' At this stage you feel so wronged and helpless, you become the depressed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, should we help? The anxiety, pressure, everything is increasing once again. You want someone to pour out to, but you know that they won't understand. Even if they claim they do, there are certain ways they look at things which are different. Things can't all go our way but can't at least one goes this way for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sane, insane. There's no difference really. And what or who defines sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115254428488581690?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115254428488581690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115254428488581690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115254428488581690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115254428488581690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/07/therere-many-times-people-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115117354312011725</id><published>2006-06-25T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:25:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While chef is in HomeCountry, we faced another sudden departure from the youngest 'cook' there. He resigned a few weeks back but stayed on due to erm, let's say uncertainties. So anyway, he announced two days ago that today's his last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we thought he was leaving 2 weeks ago, me and raizar gave him some gifts which i quote, "really touched my heart". Hmm, but still today during the work break, me, raizar, him, chictor and quyen went to watch CARS. On first thought, it seemed to be a boring show, where only cars are living in this car world and all. But, it turned out to be really really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's your tribute Bird~&lt;br /&gt;1. As i said, you're now a dirty yellow uncle.&lt;br /&gt;2. But after today, i relented and changed it to a normal guy with dirty tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's nice and actually does care about saving people's face even though he denies it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being not that far off to our age, can relate better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;5. Generous.&lt;br /&gt;6. 'Oozes' suaveness when he's serious/angry/pissed/annoyed/unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;7. He injects fun into work.&lt;br /&gt;Though you keep saying that we'll meet we'll meet, is it really gonna happen? i guess, and i guess not.. Well remember that i want to go to your wedding and vice versa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115117354312011725?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115117354312011725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115117354312011725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115117354312011725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115117354312011725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/while-chef-is-in-homecountry-we-faced.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115074228734873752</id><published>2006-06-20T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:32:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tribute to Lovely Chef&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requested by his Holiness.&lt;br /&gt;1. He's tall.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's (experienced) a lot --&gt; lots of stuff to teach.&lt;br /&gt;4. He thinks he's handsome.&lt;br /&gt;5. He's great at plating food.&lt;br /&gt;6. He..... he.... agrees to let us eat stuff.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm tired. Can i do this another day?&lt;br /&gt;8. I want girl stuff from France.&lt;br /&gt;9. He's nice.&lt;br /&gt;10. Loaded with dry humour.&lt;br /&gt;11. He saves the place from blackout all the time.&lt;br /&gt;12. He has long arms.&lt;br /&gt;13. And legs.&lt;br /&gt;14. His new haircut is uber-cool.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have projects to do.&lt;br /&gt;16. See you at 10am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited on Sunday June 25 1.28am: 17. His starburst sunflower eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115074228734873752?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115074228734873752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115074228734873752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115074228734873752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115074228734873752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/tribute-to-lovely-chef-lots-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115039505261966052</id><published>2006-06-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:10:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the times when &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was fine and i would laugh all day long till my friends referred me as "the girl who always smile and laugh" to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young but i feel ten times older. Tryanny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115039505261966052?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115039505261966052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115039505261966052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115039505261966052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115039505261966052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-times-when-everything-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-115005058879153929</id><published>2006-06-12T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:29:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/Flutes%20-%20-Lobster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/Flutes%20-%20-Lobster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Ravioli of Poached Australian Lobster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...the highlight of my dinner." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...freshness of the lobster and the combination of all the flavours - for once the avocado didn’t overpower the dish!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I was ooh-ing and ahh-ing throughout my starter!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It looks too good to eat! a veiled bride (with salmon egg earings and a parsley side burns). yup shes a classy delicious lady."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It tasted even better than it looked. :p"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/Flutes%20-%20-Lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/Flutes%20-%20-Lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roasted Australian Grain Fed Rack of Lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...list of mains wasn’t as impressive as the starters - hence I opted for a less adventurous Roasted Australian Grain Fed Rack of Lamb" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"oh my! i am wiping the drool from my chin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/Flutes%20-%20-Cheese%20Tart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warm Coconut Cream Cheese Tart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reviews:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Served with Lime Sorbet - this gave me a bit of a shock, I was expecting green tea for some reason. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...just the right size - any bigger and the richness would have smothered me"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so these are the popular ones off the old menu. Got it off online. Miss ya baybehs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hail the new one~ Hail~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-115005058879153929?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/115005058879153929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=115005058879153929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115005058879153929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/115005058879153929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-loving-memory-open-ravioli-of.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114947830152566422</id><published>2006-06-05T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:31:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didja know... That while India consume 4.5ml of wine per person, China consume 375ml of wine per person, the FRENCH consume 42litres of wine per person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder about the bile and liver and all. oh and whether all french are born with special immune systems. woot i wld love to have one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114947830152566422?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114947830152566422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114947830152566422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114947830152566422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114947830152566422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/didja-know.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114942505513546939</id><published>2006-06-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:44:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really hard typing stuff here cuz people are reading and i have HAVE to be mindful due to legal reasons. Later get sued how? Eh wait, below 18 cannot get sued right? gotta check that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit having a test on Tuesday but it's accounting and we've learnt it before in secondary school. So i went swimming yesterday before work. FINALLY. i love the sun, only when there's water nearby. Days of tanning by the beach has told me that suffocation on the beach is not a pretty sight. by far, yesterday's pool water temperature was the best, minus the idiotic sour taste of it. yeech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have three weeks in front of me to do anything (nah just jk), i'm actually missing lessons at Sentosa! My mind is made up that i'll wake up on time every single day. and this determination will slowly slowly fade away as my holidays end. Frankly though, Sentosa is not a nice place to school in. It only has two types of weather: SCORCHING HOT/THUNDERSTORM. And it always chooses to be scorching hot on Fridays where we have to wear our business suits to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( I wanna talk about you-know-what but i can't! Maybe i'll change the namesakes as suggested by 69. (See? Names are starting to change already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah don't care. shall change. In doubts ask me ah raizar. So... OH wait. I can't just change the names.. Cuz i guess they have bookmarked this page on their high-security file or sth.. Man! The perils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are leaving by our side and i wonder whether we'll get to actually see them again. Though one wants to give me his address (but sir, it's a ten-hour ride), one says since we got his no. we can go out and have fun, another is scary (lol rairai this is sorta true!) But when old goes, new come. Will sorely sorely sorely miss them.. BUT, the current remaining person. Had fun with him yest. Learning new stuff everydayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit i learnt life values and morals and lessons through this stint. Stint of the longest kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114942505513546939?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114942505513546939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114942505513546939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114942505513546939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114942505513546939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-really-hard-typing-stuff-here-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114892795244029358</id><published>2006-05-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:39:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It comes to a point where it's not unusual to see my friends online at 3.30am doing work. Whatever happened to our Year 1 --&gt; "Oh hey look it's 11pm. Goodnight! Let's meet at the mushroom before classes tmr k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds kiddish la. but hey.. To grow up you need to be a kid first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up e work guys! Projects are just projects. They don't eat us up, we DO them in yea? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep raizar. funneeeeeeeeee night... ahahha san zhi lao hu san zhi lao hu.. Endearing voice. my goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114892795244029358?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114892795244029358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114892795244029358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114892795244029358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114892795244029358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-comes-to-point-where-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114822779477063160</id><published>2006-05-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:09:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for getting Rosè for us! I didn't know that you got it just because you knew we loved it.. Man at times you seem rather childish (when you rock your head back and forth while laughing heavily with yr best friend) but you're really sweet and nice for taking it for us..! It's a small act but i really appreciate.. =) Too bad i didn't know there and then that you got it just cuz we liked it.. And i had to reply you that i don't drink alcohol cuz i thought that it was wine or beer.. and u sort of retorted. whatevs! You're really really nice... up three notches on my list of nice people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114822779477063160?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114822779477063160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114822779477063160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114822779477063160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114822779477063160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-for-getting-ros-for-us-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114802577394207993</id><published>2006-05-19T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:02:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone have any of these credit cards: VISA, MASTERCARD or AMEX? Or at least allow me to transfer money into your bank a/c so that i can write a check or otherwise, teach moi how to make a bank draft?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that most websites have HAVE to make you pay in those forms of payments? Don't they know that there are people who have plenty of cash in their pockets, under their beds, in the toilet, but just don’t want to subscribe to a credit card company? &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the recent onslaught of teenagers purchasing stuff online. Evidence, Yahoo! Auctions, eBay, bla bla bla.  Hey man, current and future trend! Don't the companies do those researches? Or maybe that's why we have to search for current and future trends in every single project we do. We're doing their work! =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to subscribe to W&amp;D mag.. Just as i was telling Chai, just by reading its reviews and recipes and whatnots, makes you feel that there's a better world out there for us to venture into. Haha.. But it's true. Aren't all entertainment magazines programmed to be this way? Just that W&amp;D is not an entertainment magazine, but still~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally making progress in our respective projects. We can make it work! Even the china girl is doing some work. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAS(Tourism Academy@Sentosa) = &lt;br /&gt;- Projects&lt;br /&gt;- Peafowls&lt;br /&gt;- Construction of Amara Resorts and whatnots&lt;br /&gt;- Sucky food&lt;br /&gt;- Teeny weeny staircases&lt;br /&gt;- No strangers&lt;br /&gt;- China people overflooding the labs and overtaking our printers&lt;br /&gt;- Smile-ly librarians who wear sunshine colours everyday&lt;br /&gt;- Taxi uncles who are shocked that there's a school in Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;- Regular tourists and Sentosa Leisure Group staff and sporty people loitering on our school grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling envious? Hope not eh.. If not the whole cohort here will bash you up. But at least we do learn interesting stuff. Yesterday during Service class we learnt how to make Sweet Manhattan, Black Russian, Grasshopper and something else. Also Latte, Dry and Wet Cappuccino, Expresso and everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling restless in my business suit waiting for time to pass before I can head down to work. Sometimes I wonder if we’re a bother to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard. Hard to crack. Hard to get by. Hard to get through. But who ever said life is a breeze? Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114802577394207993?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114802577394207993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114802577394207993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114802577394207993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114802577394207993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/does-anyone-have-any-of-these-credit.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114778794113401334</id><published>2006-05-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:59:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i was young, you used to carry me on your back and point out things to me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be angry when you ate up my Pockys.&lt;br /&gt;You used to say i was the lucky child because you won the first prize for 4D just after i was born.&lt;br /&gt;You gave the very best for us and we were the envy of some children.&lt;br /&gt;You scared as with your butt-beatings which would definitely result in blueblacks.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud to see you go off to work and come back home.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of the office.&lt;br /&gt;You used to take photographs of us.&lt;br /&gt;You used to go swimming with me and you'll not swim but lie in one corner.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't talk much about your family and when you did, i was entranced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me such a childhood.&lt;br /&gt;You provided for us the best you could and didn't think twice about disciplining us, which made us a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for doubting you and being irritated by you and talking back to you. &lt;br /&gt;I know i have ticked you off many times but you still loved me nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i will not allow anything to bring down your morale.&lt;br /&gt;There are no limits to what we will do for you.&lt;br /&gt;We may have been angry because we thought you couldn't hold on just a little bit more but i realised it was tough on you as well.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you'll hold on and persist till this crisis disappears and we'll rejoice in that condo flat and the doggie prancing around. &lt;br /&gt;That you'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;That you'll trust yourself and us.&lt;br /&gt;That you'll know i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114778794113401334?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114778794113401334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114778794113401334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114778794113401334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114778794113401334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-i-was-young-you-used-to-carry-me.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114762994113933491</id><published>2006-05-15T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:05:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BA LIAO = only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.. ba liao ba liao! wahaah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to buzz and canee's place after going to Bugis to change my shoes. (Sales girl gave me two lefties, AND two different sizes. i didn't even check it la) Well for one thing, their place is surprisingly small. And sleazy-like. But yea.. Homely might be the word after all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but but canee's room.... ha-ha it is smothered with a soft glow of red tint. Splattered over the room, coupled with the never-ending air conditioning... Hotel81 alert. And he has a lappie! Darn funny... They may be older than us by so much, but they're fun and cute. Like boy boy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that perhaps we were intruding in their personal space cuz me and raizar gave bursts of laughter as and when we felt like it. Buzz treated us to lunch and carls. He hasnt even heard of hoegaarden before! So funny when canee was teaching him that there is and the shocked expression on buzz's face just surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was really fun and I felt soooo guilty for going since I only managed to stay awake till 4am doing projects the night before when I intended it to be 6am so that I can enjoy myself today while outside. Raizar drank till her face was sooooo red. She drank spoilt champagne which tasted sour! Just one gulp made my throat hot so I stuck to carls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prjprjprj time so I’m gone! *flutters her wings*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114762994113933491?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114762994113933491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114762994113933491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114762994113933491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114762994113933491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/ba-liao-only-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114711092807054479</id><published>2006-05-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:55:28.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot! It seems like some soul has possessed moi. Now, I’m excited about the completion of my projects. COMPLETION. Yay.. Oh and CYA is the last for this week. I’m heading down after what, six weeks of absence? Man, will probably reach at 7.30pm since class ends at 6pm on wed. But am heading down there with angier so should be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot where this and that of the transit area is already! Will look around the maps and Changi Express and signboards the whole time I reckon. The fact that they put the SP juniors in the transit area pretty much irritated most of us but well. We’re still the minority aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.. Do projects.. . . . . . … . . . . . . . . Cheongmakayseyo minna. Only two people will understand this and scold me for using two languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114711092807054479?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114711092807054479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114711092807054479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114711092807054479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114711092807054479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/woot-it-seems-like-some-soul-has.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114690391716052104</id><published>2006-05-06T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:25:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know any clubbox links for Grey's Anatomy? Bahh been looking and all i get are mandarin websites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the projects are BURSTING in right now and i just want a relaxing bay hotel or whatever we learnt in clubresortspa. Off to work now.. Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114690391716052104?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114690391716052104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114690391716052104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114690391716052104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114690391716052104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/does-anyone-know-any-clubbox-links-for.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114641865578246177</id><published>2006-05-01T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:40:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home sweet home. Just came back from DXO with eliza, leaving the others there. It's Sarah's and Terry's bdae today so me, Eliza, Angie, Sarah and Terry went to Billy Bombers to get some dinner. Full! We shared 5 main courses among us and terry had HAD to order another one when we got back from the toilet. The food was alright, not fantastic. Oh and they gave two free cakes too. Chai reached before we went to the restrooms and we wanted to order a garden salad for her ha.. Was saying that for her birthday, I’ll just get a box of rocket or mesclun veges from F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to DXO after that.. Was so nervous cuz i'm not exactly eighteen, so began yabbering to eliza on stupid stuff which i do not remember. -.= When they wanted my id, i stupidly told them i forgot to being my ic. Who goes w/o bringing la.. But lucky me! I was searching listlessly in my purse cuz i knew that i wont get in but hey! I found my SIA pass which only indicated my IC no. so to them i'm 18 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah got us free entry. That girl has everything man.. hoho. Oh the bouncers are scary too. Though they're not really HUGE and all MUSCLE, but yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was really smoky, but i couldn't smell any smoke. It was Uniform Party day or something. There were quite some people who wore their uniforms, especially the IJ girls. It was rather empty at 1045 when we went in.. So after like hanging around for.... ten minutes? We headed out to the bar. The lady was a little blur, since she had to ask some other person in the club whether they had Heineken (which they ran out of), and whether they sell in jugs (which they dont. They sell in towers instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all.. Since i had to leave with eliza whose mum and dad were getting on her nerves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, though i don't like the taste of alcohol, i realise that i may be falling deeply in love with beer. And Veuve Clicquot Rosé. Watch out for the AAs, Li Yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114641865578246177?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114641865578246177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114641865578246177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114641865578246177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114641865578246177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114598583004930759</id><published>2006-04-26T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:23:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How and when can i renew vigour for school in friggin SENTOSA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114598583004930759?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114598583004930759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114598583004930759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114598583004930759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114598583004930759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-and-when-can-i-renew-vigour-for.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114580851022890714</id><published>2006-04-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:10:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF4bhr35rSY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF4bhr35rSY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF4bhr35rSY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea it's nothing about periods. Seriously but do watch it though.. It feels like a sex education vid for maybe early Americans? But it feels grossssss.. They show the blood too! And repeat the process on and on. "Every woman has to go through it." "What's in your body comes out of your body in an opening between your legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's sex education is not prevalent enough. In Australia, my friend had to blow up a condom at 11 years old i think. It's oily and all.. Ew. The only attempt at scaring my poor soul out of my young body was at Pri.4 where all girls were called to the hall to await a nurse for a talk. Alas! She had a delivery to go to at the last minute so the teachers helplessly tried to let us know that it's not unfortunate that periods come earlier than Pri. 4 or something.. The nurse didn't come at all and we didn't learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting tomorrow and it feels like an impending doom, get what i mean? Like, we know what it's gonna be like (hectic, bombastic, yaddayadda) but we still have to go through it and some even look forward. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114580851022890714?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114580851022890714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114580851022890714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114580851022890714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114580851022890714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114564414217814600</id><published>2006-04-22T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:29:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A L C O H O L - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reduces risk on getting cancer&lt;br /&gt;- Makes you vomit&lt;br /&gt;- Makes you feel obliged to drink&lt;br /&gt;- Empties pockets&lt;br /&gt;- Does not protect you from heart disease&lt;br /&gt;-  yada yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line: Festive Tipple is OKAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I’m gaining evil entertainment knowing that i'm irking you guys with my pointless entries.. Hola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114564414217814600?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114564414217814600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114564414217814600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114564414217814600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114564414217814600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/l-c-o-h-o-l-vin-vin-vin-vin-vin-vin.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114546855792066817</id><published>2006-04-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:42:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went gym with cassie on Tuesday and today as well.. It's uber big compared to the one it used to be, and the aircon is "brrrrrrrr".. Imagine feeling hot from eercising then cold brezze coming in all the time. You'll feel sick. But anyway, it feels like a tiny California Fitness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starting in a few days time.. AAAAAAAAAAh.. =( So fast.. Troublesome to go to Sentosa everyday! Plus work.. I love work.. So it'll be like a relaxing thingy after my class.. But i'll reach home at 12.30am on work days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. I'm still random with what i say.. Hmm.. NyehNyehNyeh.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114546855792066817?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114546855792066817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114546855792066817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114546855792066817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114546855792066817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-gym-with-cassie-on-tuesday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114521589076435843</id><published>2006-04-17T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:29:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahkrakrakra.. Back from Malaysia and man, am i glad i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss Flutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss my home.&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss normal food.&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss normal transport.&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss normal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I was thinking about Flutes everytime everywhere cuz i really like my job there and all.. And then it gets interrupted rather frequently with thoughts of "Oh man the service is damn bad here!", "There's no air-con in my room!", "Why is the train a quarter of the length of the station waiting area?", "Why is the food THAT sucky?" and it goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one good thing i learnt was that i have to be contented with i have already.. But still.. Singapore has spoilt me SILLY. We have good service with a smile and thanks at the end, our food is normal-portionised, trains are suitably ventilated and air-conditioned etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Genting and didn't go unto any rides at all. -.= First day it was raining so we just walked around the shops and discovered that the prices weren't cheap at all or even same-priced as Singapore. Wanted to visit Ripley's Museum and Haunted thingy but felt lazy since the queue wasn't very short. So we went to munch on some Kenny Roger's which was =((((((((((((((((. Food sucked, portions too small and service was bad with capital B-A-D. Baskin Robbins saved our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we went down to KL to get some shopping down. As my aunt didn't want to sit on the cable car, we actually took an hour long bus ride down the mountain, followed by three train rides to MidValley. Their train routes and all were so confusing.. We had to actually walk out unto the main road and get unto a bridge to go for the other train ride.. Train was small and had a smell to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In MidValley, there's a MegaMall and in it there're tons of shops. ALOT ALOT! Got a belt, three pairs of earrings and a brooch on the topmost floor. The other shops on the descending floors were either not catchy or too expensive. Didn't manage to get anything else as we were pretty rushed.. Went Carrefour to get some stuff.. Nothing much inside though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, we went around Genting to find some cuttlefish shop to get them. This whole trip was not enjoyable but i loved the cold weather and fog. Hyukhyuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when i was going to Malaysia, we have to go through both Singapore and Malaysia customs right? So at the Malaysian customs, the officer told me to write the Date of Expiry (of my passport) on the Immigration card, which i left out. So i went to take it and walked off, writing on the way. He didn't even tell me to go back and as a result, my passport didn't get chopped and immigration card didn't get torn. I was so frantic on the bus when i found out! Illegal immigrant. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle was angry at me and said that there'll be so much trouble. My aunt told me they might want me to pay money so i prevented myself from spending too much. I was so stressed throughout the whole trip! At the end, just now at the Malaysian customs, my uncle's friend told me to impersonate as a Malaysian and walk through the gate which doesn't have any officers at all. I committed a crime! So basically now, under Malaysian records, i did not go to Malaysia at all. Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114521589076435843?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114521589076435843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114521589076435843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114521589076435843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114521589076435843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/wahkrakrakra.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114425063714115037</id><published>2006-04-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:34:42.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/105437960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/105437960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Curry. Japanese Curry. Japanese Curry!! Having a pregnant craving for it right now.. French style = Singapore style. "Today no need." Hmmmm.. [This sentence is meant for the enlightened ones only!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;Da Chang Jin is showing now.. I wanna watch but i can't due to work, cuz it'll be like watch two episodes miss three watch two miss three.. It's selling mighty cheap now though. S$50 for 75 episodes in DVD format. I bet it's china-ised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made baked pasta in the morning.. Eight in the morning! I didn't know time went by so fast till i saw the clock.. Wonder why there's a tangy after-taste to bottled spaghetti sauce.. In Da Chang Jin, the lead placed charcoal in the sauce jars which took away the tangy smells and tastes. Maybe there's something i can do! But it's dumb really, since one has to consume the whole bottle of spaghetti sauce in three days after opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sarah, Daiso is earning its profits through the food section! Cold storage sells a pack of instant miso soup kinda thing which yields three servings for only $2.90. Whereas Daiso sells one serving for two bucks.. Not really worth mentioning but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAST YOUR TASTEBUDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food i associate Changi Village with after eating there for less than five times in my life:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/stingray.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/stingray.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/tissue%20p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/tissue%20p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tissue Prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/coconut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coconut Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/nasi%20lemak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/nasi%20lemak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/chwee%20kueh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/chwee%20kueh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chwee Kueh (Cuz my friend's father owns the whole stretch of the stalls and i only remember chwee kueh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think i associate stingray with every non air-conditioned eatery which is hot. Like Bedok's 85. In which case:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/chicken%20wing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/chicken%20wing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/satay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/satay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/porridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/porridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/stingray.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/stingray.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/frog%20p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/frog%20p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frog Porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/minced%20emat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/minced%20emat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ba Chor Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/fried%20kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/fried%20kt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried Kway Teow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/sugarcane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/sugarcane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugarcane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/orh%20lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/orh%20lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oyster Egg or something&lt;br /&gt;Of which only three is not oily. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless entry.. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114425063714115037?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114425063714115037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114425063714115037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114425063714115037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114425063714115037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/japanese-curry.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114397656983204071</id><published>2006-04-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:16:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) Kizuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times come times go. Just felt like typing this phrase. Best mate in China. Two birthdays coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Kusano &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Tegoshi &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NewS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Shige &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Yamapi &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Masuda &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Kei-chan &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NewS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; Kame &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NewS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114397656983204071?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114397656983204071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114397656983204071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114397656983204071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114397656983204071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/04/kizuna.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114356399442243962</id><published>2006-03-29T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:50:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! I hate cockroaches. Not hate, but well, dislike. But why? They don't bite us humans or kill us (I think) but ...urk! I was watching a movie on the computer and saw a GIANT cockroach on the wall and screamed. I think it came from my mum, this phobia. Like I read in an Enid Blyton book once, Peter is afraid of thunder and hides under a table, just like his mum does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114356399442243962?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114356399442243962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114356399442243962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114356399442243962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114356399442243962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/yikes-i-hate-cockroaches.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114327191266973133</id><published>2006-03-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:32:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;! It started with lots of people saying they couldn't make it for the 3.30pm meeting time, so terry pushed it back to 5.30pm. Meaning i could only go after my work and it was tough lugging my bag to work.. Work started with a hint of apprehensiveness on my side.. but I’m glad it went away and went well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while walking back to City Hall MRT station, let's just say i got a better view of what things were like. =/ Long train ride back to Pasir Ris and waiting even longer for a bus. Kina shocked to see so little people at chalet actually but what can i expect anyway? I reached there at close to 12am.. So did nothing (oh people. LUCKY cup noodles ain't nice. So don't buy it even if it cheap!) and Sarah found a new love for vegetable crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, more people came and we watched dvds on terry's laptop. Left for work while the rest went to Paris Ris Park for cycling-cum-roller-blading session. Met Shawn for a ride in his dad's car. And and and and Angie's hair is nice!!! Glad that you could settle on a hairstyle finally! After sooo long man, hesitating on whether to cut or not. Good choice! And work was great! Got to know Francois, Ken, Kenny, Bertrand a.k.a. Daikon or Baton or whatever you wanna call him, Ah Bee and Bruce a lot better.. Frankie cooked us supper.. Fresh ingredients! And managed to remember the plates used for each entrée, garnish, blahblah.. Hope it retains in my brain! Wrote it down too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to chalet afterwards and i had the urge to go home, not that it was boring (it wasn't! how cld it be with water bombs and Coca-Cola flying and swirling around?) but just felt home is nice and beckoning me. Chatted quite a lot downstairs and Sarah brought back her male friend who was so innocent (on the outside only i think ;P) and i left while both of them went back to his car to take Whose Line is It Anyway's cd for all to see. How was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many comparisons were made to last year's Tanah Merah chalet but I’m glad this chalet made it through cuz everyone had a chance to see everyone again and i had the chance to try cassie's honey/black-peppered chicken wings. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 4am and was so tired lah.. Surprisingly I didn’t feel feet aches or whatever due to standing for so long.. But my butt ached when I sat down. Gotta work later! blehbleh didn't see Raizar or mehmeh or whoever went to the chalet but left before i reached back. Less than a month till we get back to school.. =( hoho.. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114327191266973133?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114327191266973133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114327191266973133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114327191266973133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114327191266973133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/chalets-over-it-started-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114310150580020364</id><published>2006-03-23T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:11:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long story but anyways, haha Gao Zheng is in Shanghai now and he just gave me a free tour of Shanghai business district. lol.. Pretty nice actually and from him, their food is more sweet then sour and their dumplings are a MUST-TRY. As I described my ideal dumplings, "Thin thin skin with fresh fillings". Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i wanna go overseas. Via a plane. To a non-____ country. (ask me ask me!) But the future bodes weak. Hmph.. Many things which everyone want to accomplish and achieve. And when one self-reflects and thinks that he's selfish because all around the world there're many other people who are suffering unknownst to him, he becomes 'righteous' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that line has no relation. Anyhow Genting still looks boring. Man.. I bet it survives due to their 'Biggest casino in the whole of Malaysia' and because of all the Asian competitions held there where their hotels will then be FULLY BOOKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work laterr.. I'm so afraid I’ll get lost. Being my brother drove me there on his bike for my 1st day. And I cannot imagine how my mentor is going to scold me when I tell him that I only remembered two recipes. =( But chalet afterwards and I’ll be dead tired but according to Terryboy, there's no sleep. I'll chop off my hand while working like that. Maybe I’ll use a wooden hand to chop; just like in a Hong Kong movie which i forgot the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusa is looking the best I’ve ever seen him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114310150580020364?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114310150580020364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114310150580020364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114310150580020364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114310150580020364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-story-but-anyways-haha-gao-zheng.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114302213420182902</id><published>2006-03-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:08:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of my admin stint! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;. Start of my culinary stint! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;. (A research company phoned and on hearing my monthly household income, he said ok thanks byebye. Hmph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therapy. Facade. haha kukubert! =.- Chalet's on the 23-25 and i have work on all days! But well i love the work. =D Blogging is starting to be a cliche word. And the phrases and expressions that comes outta it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting looks like it's boring.. I'm going from 14-16 April, only paying S$50. The websites doesn't even include the climate and all.. =/ I heard you can touch the clouds there.. But aren't clouds like uber-high up? Maybe it's just high high fog. Or heavy heavy water vapour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114302213420182902?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114302213420182902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114302213420182902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114302213420182902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114302213420182902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-my-admin-stint-gladgladgladglad.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114262098891092630</id><published>2006-03-18T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:43:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a tiring week!!! I think all office people don't have a nightlife man. I only stay up till 1 or something and i feel darn tired the next day! I simply nod off at my desk and it gets so irritating till i heck-cared my lack of the pass (you need a pass to come back into the office from the restrooms) and went to the toilet and staircase to make myself awake. Then, i stand there till someone comes in or goes out and i go thorugh the opened door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday i developed an ingenious idea. At 10 11 plus and 3-5 or something, the main doors will auto-free themselves. So i go to the toilet and from the back, i go to Eliza's floor on the 25th, get her to open her back door and i walk through the front doors and down to the 24th floor and walk to my desk through the freed doors! Yep walking makes one awake, do not doubt zee power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Flutes called me and told me to go for another interview and i was "Oh i went for one already. (I kow it was rude of me but i didnt want to waste my time)". I told the caller that i would call him back on my office phone as the reception in the office building suck. I called back and i couldnt remember his name. I thought it went like Chor Meng and i told the lady who answered. Turns out, it WAS the chef Francois..  Francois = Chor Meng. lol.. It's pronounced Fungh-seh or sth.. He wanted me to work today and i told him i dont have the time to go home and change so he asked what i was wearing.  Bet that sounded weird at Flutes there hehheh.. Yay it'll be fun! Especially when my office job ends on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figures keep on changing, my mentor doesn't give me the relevant info, she doesn't give me all but one by one and i have to reopen the files and save them again blablabla. Diskette saving is LONG. It's kinda fustrating why she doesn't say some stuff at the beginning which could make my life so much easier, but this is the working world eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's back! Oh and CYA kicked ass. ha. interpret that. I went for CYA after my work and was dead tired. Totally had a whole gazillion of SP people there and aiya.. haha.. and zirong's friend cute and friendly. and SUNDAY. lol. hmm laughing to myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114262098891092630?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114262098891092630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114262098891092630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114262098891092630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114262098891092630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/such-tiring-week-i-think-all-office.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114217892551794645</id><published>2006-03-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:55:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yata! Yata! Strange word. Anyways, work tomorrow! Will i despair? Maybe it'll be due to the office crowd i'll have to deal with! Gosh it's gonna be suffocating, just like how one wld feel when one's drunk. Walls closing in on you and all.. Just hope that Joyce, whose daughter i taught before her CA2 exams, does not come and scold me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Grey's Anatomy. It doesn't seem interesting at first? But it's nice once u see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114217892551794645?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114217892551794645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114217892551794645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114217892551794645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114217892551794645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/yata-yata-strange-word.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114200410755566982</id><published>2006-03-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:21:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pin ping pong poong~ (From Pride.) Anyway.. Having hard time thinking of what to get Eliza.. You'd better appreciate it! Cuz I’ve thought of what already.. haha. jk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed Angela from my previous company out of desperation cuz of the whole Flutes not being really responsible and all. She did say that there isn't any jos available when Raizar asked her before our exams ended. But hey! five minutes after i sent her the email, she replied saying that there's a vacancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, while out with Mic, i received a call from Angela saying the commencement date has been pushed forward to Monday instead of Wednesday and I’m working on the 24th floor! Clay Aiken. Matthais. HooHOOHOHOHOH. I'm not being excited over him, but excited over having something which a certain individual couldn't have! hahahah. hmm I’m not mean. Scrape that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Eliza starting me that her friend got his results today. ONE day before the original set date! I was so nervous.. Then Raizar smsed me her own results and i got even more nervous as i succumbed and signed up for the sms service. hehheh. Every message i got later on, my heart practically stopped beating! I had to have Michelle to check every sms before letting me go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester i got badbadbadbad. This sem is a godsend!! =) I thank myself for not sleeping and for studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114200410755566982?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114200410755566982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114200410755566982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114200410755566982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114200410755566982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/pin-ping-pong-poong-from-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114190078770855462</id><published>2006-03-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:39:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're many things to be thankful for in a person's life. If you don't get the job, others who got it will benefit from it. Their benefit is to your gain too in a way. You wouldn't want to have glum friends now would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Michelle. Who is spending her much-deserved holiday slacking and relaxing and shopping. It's her only holiday till two years later, due to her attachment being in her second year. And to your fishies, and the worms that are wriggling in the lobster tank. And to ABC, who has till now, resisted certain flaming temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eliza for having a job and the potential-ibility to have another but was slammed by another chef who may or may not be Francois. Also, to your upcoming birthday, for the presents being striked off from your list and the many revelations we learn and hear each day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Angie, who though got slammed as well by Sazali, but emerged triumphant over a phone battle and starts work on Saturday. May you have a great day tomorrow at the concert and finally think up of a hairstyle to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sarah, hope you get the cheaper Ralph Lareun Style and have a great time in HK! And don't feel shocked when you come back to Singapore and the first message you receive is from TP - results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's coming out on 11 March. Best of luck all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114190078770855462?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114190078770855462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114190078770855462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114190078770855462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114190078770855462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/therere-many-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114148488660584585</id><published>2006-03-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:08:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great phrase isn't it? Something out of the blue happened to me today and i reacted in a way where it felt as though i handle such situations often. !!!! What if it never happens again? Like cass says, either sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i don't really feel like working, or should i say look for any new jobs unless Flutes call me back. Shawn says it's a great job and i believe him as well as Sazali who *sob* ignored us. I told my mum i would like to be a housewife during this holiday. I mean, i dont take allowance from her so it's like i'm saving them money, and when i do all the chores, it would seem that i am a maid! And let my mum be happy and rest all she wants after her morning job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote: My com has been bombarded with popup popup and popup! Once again my brother thinks the virus comes from my downloading and my videos.. But no what, everyone uses those links. So from Shawn's recommendation, we dled Mozilla FireFox cuz he said they control popups. Hey Shawn, it doesn't! Ha at least it opens in tabs so not VERY irritating.. But these are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/123.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/321.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/321.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you begin to use your stuff happily, these pop out and laugh in your face how they're so beautifully designed and that you can never get rid of them. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114148488660584585?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114148488660584585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114148488660584585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114148488660584585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114148488660584585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114131991020229239</id><published>2006-03-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T01:18:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being the first to experience CYA inside transit, it was great! For the first... hour and a half? i was totally lost like a blur-bat. (who are not supposed to be blur at all since they have like a rapid sense of ultrasound-ingtis.) I walked around for so long, figuring out where's the Air France's, Air China's, Cathay Pacific's etc... airline lounges, and how to describe it to the pax. "Just walk straight and head towards the second escalator. One level above would be the SATS Premier Lounge sir." So hard! I was so dependent on my CSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this erm, a little unstable German lady. She was brought over to the counter by the staff (who wears the blue jacket and frilly skirt one?). Apparently, the lady, Forste Geb. Geiger Jutta Angela, arrived the day before and had been wandering around the airport for a day. She keeps on speaking in German and when a German-speaking CSO spoke to her, Angela did not understand her but our CSO understood her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from Angela's teeny level of English, she kept on pointing to a travel book on Male and said she wanted to go there. But she didn't have any flight ticklet to Male. She came from Frankfurt and was bound for Frankfurt again from Singapore two months later. She was very agitated and refused to follow anyone back to T2's Transfer E to talk to Lufthansa's people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She demanded that i bring her a ticket to Male while she sat down. Only two English words were prominent in her incessant speaking. "Coffee" and "Smoke". Tsktsk. So after many rounds of me trying to persuade to get onto the Skytrain to T2 (even a passing CSO couldn't stand her), i brought her to the smoking room behind Nexus Lounge. Oh outside the Skytrain right, the CSO was calling her “mam” and all. and Angela thought she was calling her a MAN so she took off her beret and shook her head downwards at us. I was bewildered cuz i didn't know what was going on about her hair and all. Anyway, i was supposed to look after her and not lose sight of her but inside was full of scary men. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to my counter and the CSO told me to get her particulars. I went back to the room and stayed there for quite a bit of time while she wrote down presumedly her name, flight no. and passport no. Cuz what she wrote was squiggly symbols! Hence i spent a long time there writing down her stuff myself. That's how i remembered her loong name.. Kinda intimidated by the men there.. If Sarah goes in, WHOA.. Send rescue team please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And it stinks! Anyway after giving the CSO the stuff, i had to go back in and try and bring back her air tickets and passport cuz Lufthansa couldn't find any records with he name on it. (Creepy right? Like a ghost story and i would go back to the Smoking room and find her gone!) On my way back, i was stopped by Muli, a senior CSO and she went with me to speak to Angela. Everyone inside the Smoking room probably thought she was a wanted fugitive or something by now. Harhar. The scary men can't hurt me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out that Angela wanted a ship ticket to Male. Like, huh?? Male is all the way around the globe man. Btw, it's not pronounced Male but Ma-Lei. She was saying, "Water ticket! Water ticket to Male! Groan.." She had been sighing and groaning ever since i saw her. Oh, she's kinda afraid of Muli? Or something. Cuz Angela obeyed her and we took the Skytrain to T2. On the way there, Angle kept on STARING at Muli's face, nametag, blablabla.. scary.... That's why Muli told me to go back to the counter when we reached Transfer E. But not before i witnessed the SIA personnel (cuz Lufthansa is a code-shared of SIA) saying, "But how you want to go to Male by ship, mam?" Repetitions and repetitions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. That was the interesting and scary part. The nice part was when me and Howe Luen were heading back to T2, a couple of Australian? American? guys just talked to us. It's nice talking to people who don't expect you to answer directional questions. Not that i don't like answering, but it felt more of a friend basis kinda thing when we were chatting. I told him that i only looked fierce but am not fierce, then he said, "Well i'm dangerous too so we'll be great together." Hohoho. And Howe Luen got a Vietnam Coke and squashed burger and chewing gum (!!) from the pax she helped. hahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114131991020229239?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114131991020229239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114131991020229239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114131991020229239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114131991020229239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-first-to-experience-cya-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114131246629493492</id><published>2006-03-02T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:14:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw. navigations are at the hearts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114131246629493492?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114131246629493492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114131246629493492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114131246629493492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114131246629493492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/03/btw_02.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114106339051644339</id><published>2006-02-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:03:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.  But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114106339051644339?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114106339051644339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114106339051644339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114106339051644339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114106339051644339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/grief-is-most-peculiar-thing-were-so.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114079336016819342</id><published>2006-02-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:07:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;End of exams!! In rankings of how i think i performed:&lt;br /&gt;1. Business Statistics&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel and Tour Operations&lt;br /&gt;3. Principles of Management&lt;br /&gt;4. MacroEconomics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my exams were in that order.. Well i chose not to opt for the exam results by SMS function. What if i was doing something fun, or working and i get a *beep*:&lt;br /&gt;Communication Skills E&lt;br /&gt;Business Statistics E&lt;br /&gt;MacroEconomics E&lt;br /&gt;Travel and Tour Operations E&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Management E&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Sociology E&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that would totally suck! I would rather look at the computer screen and use my hands to cover the grades and open my fingers one by one to reveal either heaven or hell. But then again, it takes so long to log in and check my results. No i shall not be tempted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i said something which applies to all of you.. Should i die before i lose contact with you, please know that i'm glad i had you as a friend. I believe in letting bygones be bygones. Thou i may ndfshlsdhgui initially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flutesatthefort.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.flutesatthefort.com.sg/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to this restaurant situated in Fort Canning for an interview with Shawn, Angie, Chai, Eliza, Terence (who else i don’t know). Hearing from Shawn, they're employing "a pool of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mother my mum is (this doesn't make sense), she went on and on about, "You become a waitress you surely get into bad company! Smoking, drinking and all that.." Of which i would really love to rebutt to her with a sentence of my brother's. "You keep on saying staying out in Orchard Road at night will make me smoke. Not like if i hang out at Tampines at night i won't smoke what?" You see? Conceptions, perceptions, stereotyping ("all Malays have head lice, don't sit next to them." was what my mum told me in Primary 1) But i love her nevertheless, because of what she had and is still going through for this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dad just came in and when i told him about the interview, he warned me about the high possibilities of a girl getting into bad company there. I don't blame his warnings to me, especially after what happened to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Canning, Fort Canning, Fort Canning.. Far right? But they're hiring permanent part-time staff, meaning i would have to work when school starts still, so Sentosa to Fort Canning isn't far according to Shawn. I guess the least i can accept for the pay is $6/h. I heard waitressing isn't cheap to come by.. Dunno. Though i have no idea why they would want to employ a group of Yr 1 poly students, albeit our course is related to their line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how i worked with my friends as a photographer last year before O level results. Scope: Travelling to schools island-wide to take the EZ-link card photos of the students. We didn't know anything but he still employed us cuz we were cheap (and he changed his terms and conditions on the salary part in the end! He's not honest! But i guess it's alright since the quality of our photographs was obviously not great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACHAR! Sarah jiejie is going to Hong Kong on the eighth of March. =( I wanna go back to my homeland too.. Why does she get to go?! It's not fair! (OK it is fair..) Hope you have a great time girl! And that you manage to find greater-looking boots which can kill the guys who look at you and make me feel like they're devouring you with only a fork and spoon being the missing link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i got back with a friend i got into a feud over, a few years ago.. She has a lot of trouble picking a suitable course, of JC for her appeal for the O level posting thingy. When she related to me, it sounded that all her worries and anxieties were normal and 'sure-have' ones.. But thinking back, i did not think of that much!! What if i regret this course? Bahh.. I certainly regretted when Sem 2 started and everything just *BAM* flew inwards. But i'm glad of my groups who despite all the bickering, silent treatments (haha) and whatnots, still stuck together.. The coursework was great. (To me, compared to last sem's. Shawn, agree?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays till Apr17! Translation: Work, work and work. If i can get one that is. Bert: MY $12.74. I mean, since you're getting a new fridge and all. Maybe if your daily mantras of winning the lottery and all worked, i should try aye? MY MOM NEEDS TO STRIKE 4D TO BUY ME A MANSION. (joke. joke. i secretly want an island instead.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114079336016819342?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114079336016819342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114079336016819342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114079336016819342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114079336016819342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-exams-in-rankings-of-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114055359933173228</id><published>2006-02-22T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:26:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/40/8525/640/7584118.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/40/8525/320/7584118.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114055359933173228?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114055359933173228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114055359933173228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114055359933173228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114055359933173228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-114002502315590669</id><published>2006-02-16T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:37:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When a relationship goes, another starts. Is there such a saying? Things point towards the Yes direction. For both, believe in yourself and don’t let what others say bother you. Yes what friends say matter because they know you, but you are you. No one knows you better than yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kusano.. Stop drinking alcohol. Though you look really cute singing some songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up! After a battle, things will definitely look brighter! We’ll be here for you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you want on a day when you’re sad?&lt;br /&gt;-         Date in Orchid Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;-         Know what’s wrong (or a big box of chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;-         Date in a comedy club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-114002502315590669?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/114002502315590669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=114002502315590669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114002502315590669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/114002502315590669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-relationship-goes-another-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113966226538689396</id><published>2006-02-11T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:51:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;shalala. Hello! Have a nice study week and i repeat: IT IS NOT A HOLIDAY! (sarah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113966226538689396?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113966226538689396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113966226538689396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113966226538689396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113966226538689396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/shalala_11.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113915480655762535</id><published>2006-02-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:53:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the other things in life that makes it feel worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel ____, it's best to keep your feelings within you.&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong, believe that you ARE the one who's going to help in solving it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your beliefs by your side, everyone's at risk of being lured away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there, you know there're many things out there just for you to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113915480655762535?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113915480655762535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113915480655762535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113915480655762535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113915480655762535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-other-things-in-life-that-makes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113898444677853422</id><published>2006-02-04T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:04:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SIGNS ONE SHOULD NOT TAKE SOCIOLOGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture&lt;br /&gt;How do the principles of culture affect society and the way of life?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship between language and culture&lt;br /&gt;What changes in attitude, technology and culture can we expect from borrowing foreign ideas and inventions à how we affect the way we look at things&lt;br /&gt;Besides dominant culture, what other form of culture exists?&lt;br /&gt;Value and norms interlink, do they go against each other&lt;br /&gt;Is culture really different between what we experience and what is advertised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender&lt;br /&gt;What has feminism done for women?&lt;br /&gt;The tendency of men and women to have different careers. Why?&lt;br /&gt;How are women different from other minority groups?&lt;br /&gt;Why are men violent/superior à Theories that explain it&lt;br /&gt;What are the consequences for male domination for both male and female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialisation&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand the different theories of self by Cooley and mead?&lt;br /&gt;Can you apply them to different scenarios?&lt;br /&gt;Under what circumstances&lt;br /&gt;-         voluntary&lt;br /&gt;-         involuntary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class&lt;br /&gt;How is one’s social position in society determined?&lt;br /&gt;What kinds of social mobility do people have or experienced?&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain why society is divided the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;To what extent are these explanations, good, useful, validà Can they explain? How far. OR What is lacking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race&lt;br /&gt;What assumptions about race are untrue?&lt;br /&gt;How can we tell a minority group from a dominant group?&lt;br /&gt;What kinds of discrimination ca we find in society?&lt;br /&gt;How do dominant groups interact with minority groups? (Ways and examples)&lt;br /&gt;What causes prejudice?&lt;br /&gt;What does it benefit or disadvantage the dominant/minority group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deviance&lt;br /&gt;How do people reject labels placed on them?&lt;br /&gt;What technique do they use?&lt;br /&gt;How does a person become deviant?&lt;br /&gt;Apply theories to explain the cause of his/her deviance given a story.&lt;br /&gt;What is deviance?&lt;br /&gt;When, how and where is a deviant act non-deviant?&lt;br /&gt;How does deviance discredit someone, or destroy their reputation?&lt;br /&gt;What norms are highly valued, how severe would the punishment be when it is violated and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociological Research&lt;br /&gt;What are the steps to take when doing sociological research?&lt;br /&gt;Do I understand the steps and the terms used in each step?&lt;br /&gt;What different methods can we use to do research?&lt;br /&gt;What are the advantages and limitations of each method?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretical Perspectives&lt;br /&gt;What are the key terms in the functionalist perspective and what do they mean?&lt;br /&gt;What is the main emphasis of the conflict perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalisation and Social change&lt;br /&gt;What are the key processes that had led to, and are still happening in what we know as globalization today?&lt;br /&gt;What is stratification for societies and countries like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113898444677853422?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113898444677853422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113898444677853422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113898444677853422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113898444677853422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/signs-one-should-not-take-sociology.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113890385130607781</id><published>2006-02-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:10:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A + You = Good Friends&lt;br /&gt;It looks like A did something which made you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;A did not retaliate or conccur.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that A did it because everyone around you feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;Are you considered someone who knows A well enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have rashes! Dont know due to what ack. *scratch scratch* =/ Thinks. Things. You have a think coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113890385130607781?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113890385130607781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113890385130607781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113890385130607781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113890385130607781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-good-friends-it-looks-like-did.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113837469367866242</id><published>2006-01-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:11:33.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afternote: Realised i changed my topic after a while. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Listening to Michael Buble puts me in the mood. So, today's entry will be ALL about love and crushes and dizzy states. I used to be afraid of death, but gradually i came to realise that there's something for us to achieve in this lifetime, and all we can do is to treasure our time left. And if there was a guy, it won't be that hard to embrace life more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a guy to like you, first you have to be yourself. I used to think that my size was a problem but then i saw that so many fat gurls out there have a nice boyfriend who adores them too. Anyhows, i reduced my weight for a bit and stagnated when Sem 1.5 was on. For now, jogging and badmintoning and squashing resumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to l-o-v-e. I like guys in their mid-30s. Meaning that after marrying my husband for a while, i will fall in love with him all over again when he is in his mid-thirties! Great deal eh? hoho no. I used to like my Accounts teacher who had two daughters. wahaha i didnt care.. =P And i did like his car too. So glad i was able to sit in it all the way from Tampines to Jurong and back. I used to like bus uncles too. No, not the SBS Transit ones, but the chartered ones.. They are different! And some are 30-looking too. Speaking of which, i just like nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Primary Four when my friend who sat next to me asked me, " Eh Li Yan, you like to flirt is it?" I was sort of, "Huh? Flirt? NO la. Where got?" And then i got it. I was close to a guy, Ryan, in my class and we chatted a lot. You know, primary school platonic friendships. Just like the relationship i had with the guy in Primary Two whom i held hands with everyday after school. We would make a big detour after class to the quadrangle and make my daddy wait. Once my dad saw us holding hands and i said, "His name is Jarius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tuition for Primary Four streaming, i was also closer to the guys in there. =/&lt;br /&gt;In Primary Five and Six, with all the "OOO.. You and him.." bla, it became harder to maintain nice friendships with them. I started to call Ryan 'Slippery Fingers' cuz he had his puberty and outbreak of pimples, causing him to let the ball slip out of his hands at times when we played Captain's Ball. I still remember when we went to the Science Centre, i sat next to him and we started talking to him again. At a young age of 10+, i became to relish the moments we had a year ago. During the same excursion, my parents did not have any money/food for me to bring there during recess. So my kind brother bought a 50cents hotdog bun for me from the school  canteen and stuffed it in my rabbit lunchbox. In the Science Centre canteen, my classmate, Daniel? or something (but i knew that he lives in a then-5 million dollars bungalow) gave me his popcorn. I was amazed at the generosity of someone my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during Primary Five and Six, i had two close guyfriends. Ming Wei and Wei Qiang. I was sort of scorned (discreetly. Only found out much later) by the rest of the girls in my class, and when i was alone for recess or during breaks, either one of them would accompany me. I miss the times when we were still innocent and our sweet minds weren't corrupted yet. Things weren't so complicated then. Not as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Secondary School i gained like, 15 kg? That was when i became really self conscious, sensitive towards my friends, and everything bad. Doesn't help that my Sec One form teacher complained to my mum that i looked so angry all the time. Nevertheless, i still laughed and smiled a lot. Till my teacher would look at me and laugh too. Secondary school was basically a whirlwind. Glad that i got through it and am alive today. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Polytechnic, i am not going to say anything. Because they know who they are. Those that blablablablabla. =/ I'm going crazy and am lazy to type. tataness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sarah, here's to you to getting your hongbao on sunday!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;GONG HEI FAT CHOI.&lt;br /&gt;XING NIAN GUANG JING.&lt;br /&gt;CAI YUAN GUN GUN.&lt;br /&gt;MENG XIANG CHENG ZHEN.&lt;br /&gt;XUE YE JING BU.&lt;br /&gt;SHENG YI XING LONG.&lt;br /&gt;(She has to say 20 cny cheng yu to get her hongbao. wahaha cruel right? And she can't say the same as her sister..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113837469367866242?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113837469367866242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113837469367866242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113837469367866242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113837469367866242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/afternote-realised-i-changed-my-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113813295187839804</id><published>2006-01-25T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T04:02:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how birds land on a tree? On a branch right? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i was thinking, how do they manage to land so straight-ly? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/bird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/bird1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why don't they do this? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/budaoweng.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/budaoweng.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like a Bu Dao Weng? Just a thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113813295187839804?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113813295187839804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113813295187839804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113813295187839804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113813295187839804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-how-birds-land-on-tree-on.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113778338286687326</id><published>2006-01-21T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:56:22.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajFzQjR2LMx0g_7kmM99_0kD2uMJotI7Z-94SSt-DNSDAQ3d7RY1sYqtnnL_qelhdv1ic-6IcINtoRpH2-36v-6l0XLjYCqz9rzdUBOZI0-jgvpt7iXmcKvJ0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajFzQjR2LMx0g_7kmM99_0kD2uMJotI7Z-94SSt-DNSDAQ3d7RY1sYqtnnL_qelhdv1ic-6IcINtoRpH2-36v-6l0XLjYCqz9rzdUBOZI0-jgvpt7iXmcKvJ0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF9iXw2uyU25UNoouRVi0uCCaotGgRxM1JiB5DhW4SXC-GuxhqsRz74U6RJNoadptZ8FwnYHMJXFvM5iHXEIviyuyMVzn2Rkv8kfhQYuCZuU573oi0lirWLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF9iXw2uyU25UNoouRVi0uCCaotGgRxM1JiB5DhW4SXC-GuxhqsRz74U6RJNoadptZ8FwnYHMJXFvM5iHXEIviyuyMVzn2Rkv8kfhQYuCZuU573oi0lirWLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF5-zLUsq5zuhI9TWDAMlWgNGcldpkEbRzTct5Y4_s5V9Tz3VvRqQ-RPMZaOvL4a0593zIu-W1FvByBagR6AhxJNpze5ZX0t9u-B2gLvq4bOeeQTQVB5XLnA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF5-zLUsq5zuhI9TWDAMlWgNGcldpkEbRzTct5Y4_s5V9Tz3VvRqQ-RPMZaOvL4a0593zIu-W1FvByBagR6AhxJNpze5ZX0t9u-B2gLvq4bOeeQTQVB5XLnA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/1600/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF47zOUua2P1O-H_jdVNYSgbHe0aVXMUqGRbWQK2wm-lvQyJF9mNaiQe1wB1Y0pXuIwdbSDoyZ7HLrRj8W_-hu_erg_i1FrGBPxi0jv5XDmXv8WF7kLYzh9o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5345/553/320/x1pF4bJ0LxVM7p-epsihwajF47zOUua2P1O-H_jdVNYSgbHe0aVXMUqGRbWQK2wm-lvQyJF9mNaiQe1wB1Y0pXuIwdbSDoyZ7HLrRj8W_-hu_erg_i1FrGBPxi0jv5XDmXv8WF7kLYzh9o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Here's four thousand words for today's entry! By the way, emotions shown in the photos were experienced two days ago.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113778338286687326?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113778338286687326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113778338286687326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113778338286687326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113778338286687326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-say-picture-is-worth-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113759929498632335</id><published>2006-01-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:48:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day! Phew! Well, not really haha. I skipped Sociology in the morning as my legs overthrew my brain and brought me to the bed again after waking up twice. Then I went to school to play squash with Eliza. Squash is difficult I tell you! Considering that I am a noob. Haha I bet I irritated Eliza with my constant not hitting the non-bouncy ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms were aching and as with badminton, you’ll perspire quite easily. After that we went to help out for the HTM board, cutting out alphabets and pasting forks and spoons on it. I am an expert at wrapping cardboard letters with aluminium foil! &lt;em&gt;Deng deng deng&lt;/em&gt; And we skipped POM. The whole day I came to school, I did not attend any classes that’s why when Shawn told me what our POM teacher said, “You guys should know what your priorities are.”, I felt so guilty and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. And I skipped CYA.. wahoa.. &lt;em&gt;skipskipskip&lt;/em&gt;. I’m gonna follow in my brother’s footsteps man.. Skipping so many things. There’re so many projects coming on and I think we’ll just die from them one day. Sociology Presentation and a whole of quizzes, FIT itinerary, Travel Agency Observation, Principles of Management Report and Presentation, Macroeconomics Portfolio, Communication Skills Online Discussion and Masafi scenario, Business Statistics questions, not to mention all our exams! *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a beneficiary who gave me money for Chinese New Year, but no time for shopping! Well weekends will do but can’t find people.. Li Yan’s weekend time up for grabs people..! =/ I suggest that Angeline and I should record a debut CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles:&lt;br /&gt;Kookaburra&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched American Idol just now and I felt that Cowell’s comments were too harsh. Some of the people had been practising since two years ago? And he just went, “Stop. Get out.” There was this recent situation in Taiwan where the son of a celebrity couple went on stage to perform during a concert. Some well-known guys went, “Don’t think that you are the son of who-and-who, you will excel. You sing horribly!” The son had a nervous breakdown? He kept his eyes closed for a few days and when he finally opened them, he became sort of retarded. Words can sting. Real bad huh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yan has to do her work! See you guys somewhere this lifetime! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113759929498632335?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113759929498632335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113759929498632335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113759929498632335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113759929498632335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-day-phew-well-not-really-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113757889480764711</id><published>2006-01-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:08:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder the intelligence of this girl. Oh wait, I think she's considered a shelia only because of her lame photo on Friendster. Bra and panties? Come on. Just jump in the bandwagon don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent her own photograph to FHM and got in. Then she blamed it on Caleb and said he posted it for her? If he wanted revenge, (for whatever non-existant reason) wouldn't he have told that fag you got as your guy now, all about your past when that oh-so-fab guy called Caleb out for a "chat"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a new one two weeks later when you got tired of the penniless Caleb who always spent a fortune on you. And you said you believed in platonic friendships? IT is the same guy that had you believing in platonic friendships, whom you worship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it’s got nothing to do with the diamond necklace from SK Jewellery he got for you for Christmas.  It’s got nothing to do that he is rich. It’s got nothing to do with his physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were nice, but rude. I don’t blame you, seeing that you were the only child for 13+ years under the attention of a China mum and a Singaporean dad who was away in HK and China. Anyone could get that way. Keep on lamenting about how Caleb is so childish to do that and how you’re really glad that you guys broke up. Shut up and go to bed. Money is rolling under the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a dodgy thing that will bring misfortune to the world. Give me back my Korean VCDs and the Tupperware! And stop talking about the handphone you gave me. You GAVE it to me, and besides, you found it! You did not even need it and hey, I did not see Caleb wanting you to give him back the NEW mobile phone he bought for you when we were BROKE-&lt;em&gt;bankrupt&lt;/em&gt;. Our stuff costs money. Yours was found on the GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not afraid to write this out as she won’t ever read it anyway, unless she surprises me by remembering bluebloodechelon. Hi, alvernia. &lt;em&gt;‘AND WOOSH WASH THE SPIDER AWAY.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113757889480764711?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113757889480764711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113757889480764711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113757889480764711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113757889480764711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-wonder-intelligence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15894462.post-113730468870423530</id><published>2006-01-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:58:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My veges taste sour. Is it spoilt? Or is it the aftermath of curry zapping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like a being in a space bubble in space when you're in a vehicle on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cafes have half-priced cakes after 9. So why do i only know about Cafe Cartel's? And two days ago in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me funerals have to last three days. The one that was gg on in the next block lasted for one day. Are they too poor or heck care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relatively old man was gazing at the funeral in my block's void deck. Is he wondering when will it be his turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you go broke when you are attached? (For guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you maintain your wealth when you're attached? (For girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come when you turn on the faucet lightly and the water stream is transparent but when it’s on full-blast, it’s white?&lt;br /&gt;(My theory: When it’s on full-blast, bubbles forrrm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say my nails look fake because it’s hard and nice. =D When it’s long. Is it fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat to live or live to eat? Can’t be both. Cuz you’ll be just eating three meals or less a day. But for living to eat, you would be eating whenever you see something that looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15894462-113730468870423530?l=bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/feeds/113730468870423530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15894462&amp;postID=113730468870423530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113730468870423530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15894462/posts/default/113730468870423530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebloodechelon.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-veges-taste-sour.html' title=''/><author><name>i-derts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
