<?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-3213094361251296592</id><updated>2012-01-12T09:58:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pay fine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-3010448583593676574</id><published>2010-04-21T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:51:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inside of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/na/nazreth/1038501_love_hurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/na/nazreth/1038501_love_hurts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the last page so well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't read the first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I just don't start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3010448583593676574?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3010448583593676574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3010448583593676574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3010448583593676574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3010448583593676574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-last-page-so-well-i-cant-read.html' title='inside of love'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2750111946875023796</id><published>2010-01-10T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:58:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poker face</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, even if I don't comment on certain things, that does not mean that I am not interested. I am just a quieter person I guess. You can think that I am ignorant and stupid. I couldn't care less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2750111946875023796?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2750111946875023796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2750111946875023796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2750111946875023796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2750111946875023796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2010/01/poker-face.html' title='poker face'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3182126961209599539</id><published>2009-11-30T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:00:42.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>i stumbled and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, but it's not giving up. it's realizing that you don't need certain people and their crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3182126961209599539?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3182126961209599539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3182126961209599539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3182126961209599539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3182126961209599539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/11/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3812633187396174472?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3812633187396174472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3812633187396174472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3812633187396174472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3812633187396174472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/09/mad-world.html' title='mad world'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3694095709772765994</id><published>2009-08-04T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:09:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good to great</title><content type='html'>Freshmen Teambuilding Camp was really a blast. it was, arguably, the most well-organised, well-paced, and funfilled camp i've ever been to. and all this cannot happen if not for my wonderful team of group members; they seemed to have an immense amount of energy and were on ENTHU mode almost 100% of the time. Unbelievable. and i can totally see myself hanging out with them for a long long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna start pretty soon, and i have to admit, it really feels daunting. the void of books, libraries and projects for almost 3 years seems impossible to fill. and i really have no idea how i am going to catch up with all the work, especially when the difficulty level is up by several notches this time round. besides, i didn't go for the many camps organised, something which i regret, and that spells the lack of friends i'm gonna have when term officially starts. so, i really am not looking forward to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. when it's time to come, it's time to embrace. so i am going to force open my arms and welcome SMU to take up 4 years of my time. hopefully, it stays at 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3694095709772765994?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3694095709772765994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3694095709772765994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3694095709772765994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3694095709772765994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-to-great.html' title='good to great'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-6646784356712150284</id><published>2009-07-04T03:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:54:54.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top of the world</title><content type='html'>i am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is impossible to squeeze all the emotions and stories that have spanned over the incredible one month into one short entry so i am not going to act hero and do that. but in just one sentence: the trip gives me post-trip blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling matt after reading his somewhat emotional sms that whenever i have post-event blues, it means i've genuinely enjoyed the event. especially now, when i am seriously suffering from it, it only goes to show how much i've loved the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fair enough, we did have moments when mood was down, when things got awkward or situations tacky. but you cannot deny one thing - the immense amount of fun we've had. and those are the memories that would pop up whenever i reminiscence. the times we challenged and wore t-shirts out in the freezing cold (and ever misty) alps; our apparent fetish for parks throughout the trip; times when a simple plate of meegoreng (or bland carbonara) is enough to make our day; or just standing next to each other, not saying anything, watching the spectacular Fountain of Montjuic danced its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if the trip may not be perfect? one thing's for sure. the next time i see backpackers roaming around city hall mrt, i will only recall the greatness of what we've been through in June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Sk5hpd94RJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7kJ1h-dgIDo/s1600-h/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Sk5hpd94RJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7kJ1h-dgIDo/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354324372036797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, where next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6646784356712150284?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6646784356712150284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6646784356712150284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6646784356712150284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6646784356712150284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-of-world.html' title='top of the world'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Sk5hpd94RJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7kJ1h-dgIDo/s72-c/IMG_2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-4114095953275109958</id><published>2009-05-28T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:44:54.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely planet</title><content type='html'>In just approximately 45 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished packing 80% of the stuff into the blue deuter backpack. Not exactly a hard time even though I think I am bringing quite alot of irrelevant and just-in-case things. And if it's easy for me, I'm sure it will be a breeze for Anders, considering his backpack is a whopping 80L! He can freaking bring the whole Europe back! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just gotten a money belt. Precautionary measure because I am bringing quite alot of cash for the trip. Hope I don't get robbed, serious. *fingers crossed* Haha. And I've just broken the news to Matt and Anders that we may be staying with a gay men in Rome. And though we are not homophobic, it still is a little uncomfortable. I told them that he is staying with his papa and mama in a villa and we are going to stay there for 4 nights... But despite the distractions, the conversation still hovered around the swearing off of excessive alcohol consumption and metal underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenditure. Hm, hope we can stick to the budget and still live comfortably. It's gonna be hard, but not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... in another 44 hours 30 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4114095953275109958?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4114095953275109958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4114095953275109958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4114095953275109958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4114095953275109958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/05/lonely-planet.html' title='lonely planet'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3156182138788582813</id><published>2009-05-26T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:31:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time we countdown</title><content type='html'>you know, it's incredibly surprising that a community like couchsurfing exists! as the name suggests, couchsurfing means you surf other people's couch, which also means, when you are in a foreign country, there are actually kind souls out there who will free up their couches/mattress/bedrooms for you, in exchange for some experience sharing with you. interesting, isn't it? there's absolutely NO financial obligations but it is recommended that you should, at the very least, do something or get them gifts to show your appreciation. it's really heartening to know that such a voluntary community exists. do check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.com/"&gt;www.couchsurfing.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the coming june europe trip plan, this is what we are banging on for our accommodation. it really saves ALOT of money. :) (hostel prices are especially exorbitant in europe) and what's better than a local bringing us around to show us the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; side of europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, speaking of the trip. i hope you do know by know that i am ditching singapore for europe for the entire month of june. yes, i am. ;) and i am prepped and ready for the grand EUROtrip'09. okay, maybe just mentally ready. i've yet to pack all my clothings, toiletries, shades, cap, first aid kit etc., and for god-knows-what reason, numerous bottles of nivea moisturising lotion (all thanks to chups) into my rented 40L+10L backpack (a millions thanks to my bro's friend). but rest assure, i will get everything done by thursday (hopefully) so that i have some leeway to accommodate for any last minute emergencies, which always happen. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things have been pretty smoothsailing so far. for the first half of the trip, accommodations are secured (through CS) and hopefully, by the first week of june, the later half of the trip will be settled as well. i've sent over 200 requests, got 80 replies and probably about 10 near-positive answers? it is quite difficult to find hosts, especially when europe is summer in june, which means peak travel season. but don't worry, i will make sure we have a shelter over our heads, even if it means sleeping at the metro stations. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will be bringing a laptop along so no worries, i'm still contactable. and i promise that i will post all my stunning and mind-blowing photos up online so that you can enjoy them and at the same time, envy me. haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really excited over the trip. it's quite obvious, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;season finale for grey's anatomy is, as always, unexpected. unexpectedly good. please go check it out. don't let such a good show go ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3156182138788582813?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3156182138788582813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3156182138788582813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3156182138788582813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3156182138788582813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-time-we-countdown.html' title='it&apos;s about time we countdown'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-8684426740210485700</id><published>2009-05-22T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:20:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the raving titan</title><content type='html'>i thought i knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rooting for kris allen. adam lambert was too flamboyant for my liking. but i was pretty sure lambert will win the competition. he's always in the spotlight and everyone on the panel was outrightly placing their votes, and attention, on him. even paula hailed him as god. well in any case, the results really really shocked me, in a good way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i've got to admit that adam lambert did a better rendition on the show of the new song &lt;em&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/em&gt;. kris was straining while for adam, it was just a breeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-8684426740210485700?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/8684426740210485700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=8684426740210485700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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blues. i haven't felt like this for the longest time. spotlights was a great success, by my standards. we were fucked so many times over but we still made it. there were so many underlying issues, some of which i didn't even know, but we still managed to pull through. i've met new people and caught up with old ones. it was really a privilege to work with every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was only a crew, i had my fair share of fun, moving the cubes and rescuing pokemon after devil. random blackout checks and patapon-ing the CANS. making sure the cast don't kick and screw up ah ma's spotlight and getting sugar-high on subway cookies! topping that was seeing the incredible amount of passion in everybody. be it the passion for theatre or for NexT STajE, or just for minding pokey's welfare, we were in this together. and even though i don't say this out loud, i am inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i was a little hesitant in the beginning. with army and other issues towering over me for the past 2 years, theatre was definitely not at the top of my list. and the last proper production i've been to was what? when i was still in aj? probably that was why i didn't agree to perform in the first place. i didn't feel inspired to do so. i didn't even know if i was still interested or capable of putting up a performance. thinking back, i do regret a little now. but i am still glad i was part of the team for spotlights. so rest assure, i will be around for july, even if it is just to remove that one cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, let's embrace the little break you have for now, and i will in europe (GRINS), before we kickstart the hectic rehearsal schedule for fresh blood. it can only be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5727895707055705336?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2867899587709088734</id><published>2009-05-14T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:52:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physics of things</title><content type='html'>when waves run in parallel motion,&lt;br /&gt;there will not be intersections, only repetitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2867899587709088734?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2867899587709088734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2867899587709088734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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PLEASE, STICK WITH IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we have objectives to meet but your attention is on everything else. if my presence does not matter, please, settle it yourself. i'm sure you can. since you've got everything planned out, why bother seeking other advice when all you do is to find some ways to put them down. i am so not a dog. and for once, stop thinking too highly of yourself. you don't always make the decisions. FBX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, &lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;strong&gt;THIRTIETH&lt;/strong&gt; birthday joan. you're so old. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6275737687883811151?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6275737687883811151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6275737687883811151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6275737687883811151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6275737687883811151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/05/tent-to-tent-and-wedding-banquet-dance.html' title='tent to tent and wedding banquet dance'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7627448997824625028</id><published>2009-05-06T12:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:20:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>file me away</title><content type='html'>you know, teaching is something i will never get myself into, at least for the next 30 years. don't get me wrong, i like kids. in fact i love them. but to be a teacher and actually teach them something, is just impossibly hard. and for the record, i can't teach. i will probably end up having all the fun in the world with the kids and forget about the entire bullshit syllabus. and then the kids will joyously go home and tell the parents that they had a rockin' fun time in school. and when the folks ask them what they've learnt that day, the kids hesitate, try their best to recall the classes this morning, before saying, "poison ball?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when you know you will never make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7627448997824625028?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7627448997824625028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7627448997824625028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7627448997824625028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7627448997824625028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-rollercoaster.html' title='file me away'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5137748689260192092</id><published>2009-05-02T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:20:55.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one</title><content type='html'>when it comes to a point when there is no bit of Trust left. &lt;br /&gt;what is the use of holding on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5137748689260192092?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5137748689260192092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5137748689260192092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5137748689260192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5137748689260192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-it-comes-to-point-when-there-is-no.html' title='no one'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-1845718809282943041</id><published>2009-04-30T03:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:18:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again &amp; again</title><content type='html'>I PASSED MY DRIVING. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;second time's always the charm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1845718809282943041?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1845718809282943041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1845718809282943041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1845718809282943041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1845718809282943041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/04/again-again.html' title='again &amp; again'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5349594059239875660</id><published>2009-04-26T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:10:43.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do me a favour</title><content type='html'>i want to thank a friend. genuinely. for without her superb talent and creativity and the help from another friend, the poster wouldn't be successfully produced. but at the same time, i want to apologise for being so insensitive and ignorant to her busy schedule and artistic sense respectively. especially when she did it willingly without any charge. in the midst of all her piling projects and assignments, she still took time to lend a helping hand. for these, i thank her. with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel quite ashamed. not because i know nothing about photoshop or photography, something i should probably pick up, but for impertinently asking for her help amidst all the silence between our friendship. it's been long since we have caught up but she still, without hesitation, agreed to help. to be honest, i wasn't expecting a favourable reply at first. but she proved me wrong. i truly am proud to have a friend like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incredible work of the friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SfND-JdlL1I/AAAAAAAAASg/SBFnqkoE5-8/s1600-h/Fresh+Blood+Poster+(Final+Draft).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SfND-JdlL1I/AAAAAAAAASg/SBFnqkoE5-8/s400/Fresh+Blood+Poster+(Final+Draft).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677519080370002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a thousand sincere thanks and a million apologies. to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;details of the production will be updated again.&lt;div 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favour'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SfND-JdlL1I/AAAAAAAAASg/SBFnqkoE5-8/s72-c/Fresh+Blood+Poster+(Final+Draft).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-4222962473276582267</id><published>2009-04-20T00:27:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:26:25.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come what may</title><content type='html'>things happen. and no one can foresee or prevent them. regardless whether if they are for reasons, things &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; happen. sometimes in good ways, others bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road is never smooth sailing. do not expect it to be a long straight stretch, nicely paved, properly positioned, painted with road directions and decorated with stunning sceneries by the sides. more often than not, all we see is a trampled trail. with fallen trees and countless traps along the way. with beasts lurking within the convoys of misguided trees, patiently waiting for the perfect chance. or somehow there is a poorly dugged ditch which was left behind by predecessors. and all it takes is for our eyes to take a breather under this dark and gloomy canopy to find ourselves on our faces. or perhaps the one trail we always see spreads into three. and then we face a dilemma. what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is what sets people apart. it's about the race. the race within. the struggles and difficulties. the race to survive and the fittest will. the race which determines who will emerge top first. the race to find out where to go when the trail spreads? what to do when the beasts appear? and how to get up when the face is on the ground? it's always about the race. the race between the tortoise and the hare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more importantly, i think it is also a phase. a phase which, at some point, everyone will have to go through. so when you are in it, please do not procrastinate like the many others beside you. take it head on. deal with it. move on. remove that fallen tree. move on. pick yourself up from the ditch. move on. choose the track. and move on... no matter how difficult it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure, one day, the road will become smoother; the sky will turn brighter; directions will show clearer; and beautiful sceneries will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this road to self-discovery. always winding. never easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4222962473276582267?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7956645372411196781</id><published>2009-04-13T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:45:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on</title><content type='html'>I DROVE. TODAY. from town to ntu.&lt;br /&gt;and my test date is on april 28. &lt;br /&gt;GRINS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7956645372411196781?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7956645372411196781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7956645372411196781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7956645372411196781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7956645372411196781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-holding-on.html' title='keep holding on'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7626794861162979997</id><published>2009-04-12T01:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:25:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain in the ass</title><content type='html'>i had so much anticipation for the night cycling trip, but what i'd failed to expect was the sheer tiredness and the pain. it was literally pain in the ass, despite the big spongey seat that &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; comfortable. haha. but it was still an interesting trip, especially when you get to meet up with everyone. and especially when you have cheese prata and kopi peng and pukka icecream (with the cute receptionist) and bak chor mee along the way to curb the fatigue. but the aimless ride up steep steep NUS was a killer. i ended up having to paste salonpas on both thighs to eliminate the surging cramps. serious. or maybe it was really psychical. whatever it was, it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i should really go for more of such trips, &lt;br /&gt;and stop being/having a pain in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7626794861162979997?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7626794861162979997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7626794861162979997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7626794861162979997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7626794861162979997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain-in-ass.html' title='pain in the ass'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6993227190671488392</id><published>2009-04-07T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:17:28.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dig out your soul</title><content type='html'>i went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OASIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canto-photographer.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/oasiscecanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://www.canto-photographer.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/oasiscecanto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE ON FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;the band was on top form. liam was in a good mood and sang really well. noel was ever so passionate. music was top-notch. lightings were fantastic. crowd was superb, though my opposite gallery could have done so much better than just sitting down, tapping one foot and probably humming the tunes. COME ON, FEEL THE NOIZE! but other than that, it was really good. Really Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00592/30/59/592089503_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00592/30/59/592089503_l.jpg" 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/3213094361251296592-6993227190671488392?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6993227190671488392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6993227190671488392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6993227190671488392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6993227190671488392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/04/dig-out-your-soul.html' title='dig out your soul'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5452077326461101426</id><published>2009-04-04T21:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:32:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>propane nightmares</title><content type='html'>okay. some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't got a job. or rather, i still have not accepted the kenny rogers job because, seriously, the pay's too low. but that doesn't mean i have been leading a non-fulfilling life! i have started working out, gone for more swims, and tried to get in the sun as often as possible. and i think i am going to sign up for the rock climbing course! this is so much more fun than &lt;em&gt;nuaing&lt;/em&gt; at home, watching youtube videos and spending 10+ hours online like &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20090324/ttc-tech-us-media-asia-youth-tech-life-96247d2.html"&gt;every other asian teen&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been teaching the conversational chinese course but that is going to end really soon. it's really fun (and tiring) to teach the primary one kids although some of them have got the &lt;em&gt;i'm-God-you-can't-do-anything-to-me-nananapoopooo&lt;/em&gt; attitude, which is totally irritating. but they're still too lovable to not like! haha. i'd tried the switch-off-electricity trick on them the other time to get them to quieten down but that kind of failed cos' they practically make jokes out of everything. instead of ending their conversations, they chuckled and laughed at how hot it was, and commented how they like it hot and sweaty in the classroom. seriously? &lt;em&gt;kids nowadays&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i've got some near-explicit stuff to share. parental guidance is strongly recommended. and it is definitely not for the pregnant or faint of heart. i really have NO IDEA that such magazines actually existed, not that i'm a fan. &lt;strong&gt;and get a paper bag before viewing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://starlynnbright.xanga.com/697661691/beware/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is. *urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5452077326461101426?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5452077326461101426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5452077326461101426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5452077326461101426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5452077326461101426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/04/propane-nightmares.html' title='propane nightmares'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7972771924909698873</id><published>2009-03-29T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:12:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a heart is not a heart&lt;br /&gt;when it is a plastic painted red&lt;br /&gt;and green with envy&lt;br /&gt;when i see one that is warm and pounding&lt;br /&gt;over. flowing. with red.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7972771924909698873?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7972771924909698873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7972771924909698873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7972771924909698873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7972771924909698873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/03/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2582702230914764244</id><published>2009-03-13T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:21:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geek with the pink</title><content type='html'>pink. i love pink. i adore pink. i used to not like it. but now i do. because it is march 13. and i finally received pink. it is a happy thing. time to cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. rejections. yes, i've been rejecting a lot of stuff recently. pushing away all my responsibilities. i don't like rejecting but i have to do that. pretty much for the past few days, i've been cooping myself at home thinking what to do with the time i have now. there are available options; in fact really enticing options. but i chose to reject. and now i've got to strive forward. move on and not look back. be decisive and not regret. yes, i've got to learn to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a photo to share. hahaha. these four big teeth has been hiding in my gums for the longest time. although not exactly giving me a lot of problems, i've chose to extract them. here's their baby photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SbnfFOyvfxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uUaXBRC6i_k/s1600-h/IMG_1475+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SbnfFOyvfxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uUaXBRC6i_k/s320/IMG_1475+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312522516423474962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been blogging rather frequently these few days. &lt;br /&gt;too much time, that's why. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2582702230914764244?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2582702230914764244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2582702230914764244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2582702230914764244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2582702230914764244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/03/geek-with-pink.html' title='geek with the pink'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SbnfFOyvfxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uUaXBRC6i_k/s72-c/IMG_1475+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-4739352883166705157</id><published>2009-03-05T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:47:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time of my life</title><content type='html'>okay i probably should update a little on what's going on for me so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. driving. failed. apparently. got a good instructor and tester, but still, failed. &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; immediate failures. but it still felt pretty good seeing all the cars jammed up behind mine and experiencing the bump right up for the very first time in my life. oh wells. whatever. second's the charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays and more birthdays. i'm pretty fond of birthdays cos' they are happy days. true, all those twenty-first birthdays are burning big holes in my pockets but it's all worth it. a bit of money for big smiles and joyful time? deal. but what surprised me was that all the birthdays actually set me thinking about my own! parties? gatherings? what should i do? should i even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. new friend. anders. he's going to join matthew and i for our virgin europe trip. great guy. joker. chill. i'm glad we clicked cos' the trip is like ON. so if i decide to hate him, i will still have to bite my lips, get over and move on. thank god i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work. haven't exactly started looking for jobs. yes, procrastination. well, i did actually have this crazy idea to work as a waiter! you know, this lowest life form will definitely bring some perspectives to my life. but i was told you don't get much from all the time and effort. so was a little dissuaded in the end. maybe i'll return to relief teach again. good money. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and army is way out of topic for me already. i've unofficially dismissed myself from NS. just patiently waiting for the big day to come. :D and in the meantime, i'm totally making full use of the 11B. and yes, all the big four wisdom teeth are out. and i'm still on soft diet. and food &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; gets stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that's pretty much me for the new year. out.&lt;br /&gt;(you should really check out the short film i'd posted previously.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4739352883166705157?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4739352883166705157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4739352883166705157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4739352883166705157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4739352883166705157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-probably-should-update-little-on.html' title='the time of my life'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3913358220598146316</id><published>2009-03-03T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:03:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la maison en petits cubes</title><content type='html'>i want to share this incredibly sweet and emotional short film with you guys. it won the best animated short film in this year's oscars. memories are really strong motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3341596&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3341596&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3341596"&gt;Дом из маленьких кубиков (La Maison en Petits Cubes) Kunio Kato&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1344851"&gt;Gostev Sasha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3913358220598146316?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3913358220598146316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3913358220598146316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3913358220598146316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3913358220598146316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-maison-en-petits-cubes.html' title='la maison en petits cubes'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-320287443937877769</id><published>2009-01-31T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:52:14.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sound of settling</title><content type='html'>i just had a really chill time with an old friend. and we talked alot today. talked about past and present and a lot of very meaningful things. i'd also learnt a lot of new things. we chatted about our other old friends and their lives and even discussed about our future and what we want to accomplish this coming year. it was a really good long chat and i really appreciate what has happened today. i'm so lucky to have really really reliable friends. thank you for bringing new perspectives to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my meaningful doing today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-320287443937877769?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/320287443937877769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=320287443937877769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/320287443937877769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/320287443937877769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-had-really-chill-time-with-old.html' title='the sound of settling'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-6995619132947757286</id><published>2009-01-05T22:51:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:15:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet escape</title><content type='html'>well, 2008 had been exceptionally interesting and it ended with a little sweet escape to taiwan. although it was a short trip, it was really fulfilling. i'm especially happy that i did quite a lot of things that i've never done before just in those short seven days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;HOTSPRING.&lt;/strong&gt; and i mean it. it was really hot. but that's not the main point. (how can hotspring be hotspring if it wasn't hot?) i did it naked. like seriously full frontal nudity. (yes, that's THE point) well. no pictures to share with regard to this aspect. it just ain't right to show my dad's arse to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;FIREWORKS.&lt;/strong&gt; i actually had the chance to set off my own fireworks. and they look exactly like those on tv, but shorter duration and less elaborated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItS5S4gTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W4Yf5drhiPg/s1600-h/CIMG1504+(Medium)+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItS5S4gTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W4Yf5drhiPg/s320/CIMG1504+(Medium)+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838715127300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought the fireworks. (at about S$5 for 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItfVH7tAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2TWtyfrQfCo/s1600-h/CIMG1502+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItfVH7tAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2TWtyfrQfCo/s320/CIMG1502+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838928755995650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lit up the josstick, which was used to light up the fireworks cos' we were all too scared to be near it, and took a bloody long time. (wind was too strong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItrNI2DKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/B2JgKSlpoPs/s1600-h/CIMG1511+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItrNI2DKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/B2JgKSlpoPs/s320/CIMG1511+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839132770765986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and we lit it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIt1GF0-oI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nE4P0hIcHfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0456+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIt1GF0-oI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nE4P0hIcHfQ/s320/IMG_0456+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839302677756546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! pretty awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;TURTLE SOUP/MEAT.&lt;/strong&gt; i actually ate turtles. and before eating, i saw how it was skinned and executed, alive. right at this stall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsHyQ7fkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GM8-OVDSTrY/s1600-h/IMG_0567+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsHyQ7fkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GM8-OVDSTrY/s320/IMG_0567+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287837424749870658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIskmnhFkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p8q81cpG4Zk/s1600-h/IMG_0555+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIskmnhFkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p8q81cpG4Zk/s320/IMG_0555+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287837919839589954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soup tasted a little (eww) weird. but we finished it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsxU_oXhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3B7chuxWXG4/s1600-h/IMG_0558+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsxU_oXhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3B7chuxWXG4/s320/IMG_0558+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838138447191570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the turtle's paw. cruel, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIs6L3NbrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/c-zRaVjgCtM/s1600-h/IMG_0564+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIs6L3NbrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/c-zRaVjgCtM/s320/IMG_0564+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838290614775474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. this stir fried one is good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItEgRzJKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EtztfiGle_w/s1600-h/IMG_0562+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItEgRzJKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EtztfiGle_w/s320/IMG_0562+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838467893699746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how we're enjoying them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;/strong&gt; ok this is something i've definitely done before. but can you imagine shopping for 5 nights straight? right til the wee hours? my legs were all sore within the first 2 nights! the following are some of the shopping hot spots we went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsRyoUp9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7Z1Pzj-o2GI/s1600-h/IMG_0568+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIsRyoUp9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7Z1Pzj-o2GI/s320/IMG_0568+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287837596646680530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shih lin night market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIrhQOeThI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x4RIqxwGozk/s1600-h/IMG_0406+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIrhQOeThI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x4RIqxwGozk/s320/IMG_0406+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287836762777734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ximending. &lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't exactly take pictures of all the night markets we went to. they look too similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;GRAND HYATT.&lt;/strong&gt; we spent our last night at tw at GRAND HYATT. even the taxi driver exclaimed how luxurious the hotel. he said, in chinese of course, "wha. you guys live in Grand Hyatt? very luxurious leh!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIukCqC19I/AAAAAAAAAQI/AK27bEb2TaY/s1600-h/IMG_0615+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIukCqC19I/AAAAAAAAAQI/AK27bEb2TaY/s320/IMG_0615+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840109209769938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although it was only for one night. it was a sweeet end to the trip. oh, did i mention that the hotel has a club?! pretty cool chillout place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIvAzoA5mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ycxD4dovmIs/s1600-h/IMG_0620+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIvAzoA5mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ycxD4dovmIs/s320/IMG_0620+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840603390928482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIvMSvMu3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/idk-s70Zmvo/s1600-h/IMG_0621+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIvMSvMu3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/idk-s70Zmvo/s320/IMG_0621+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287840800721124210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rooms. may not &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; as grand but it is. believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIuDLiWA4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/n6gaFE81Auo/s1600-h/IMG_0607+(Medium)+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWIuDLiWA4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/n6gaFE81Auo/s320/IMG_0607+(Medium)+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839544657707906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the hotel is just a stone-throw away from the world's tallest building. TAIPEI 101!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that pretty much sums up the more interesting things i did during that trip. this is the first time i've tried so many new things in such a short period of time! although this is already my third time in tw, a place i'm starting to be quite familiar with, it is nonetheless thoroughly enriching! what a trip to end the year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to come will be NEW ZEALAND. i'm starting to look forward to it. will be flying off this coming thursday. HAPPY CNY IN ADVANCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6995619132947757286?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6995619132947757286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6995619132947757286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6995619132947757286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6995619132947757286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-escape.html' title='sweet escape'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SWItS5S4gTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W4Yf5drhiPg/s72-c/CIMG1504+(Medium)+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7662442126966570431</id><published>2008-11-27T16:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:25:05.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to terms</title><content type='html'>i know it has been &lt;em&gt;ridiculously&lt;/em&gt; long since i've updated this blog. i'm sorry. laziness is the reason why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with a flu. nearly had a fever yesterday but thank god i downed like 50L of water. endless peeing fest in the night though. and it's good that i am a medic cos' it means access to all the medications needed to kill the illness. and i'm pretty sure the reason i fell sick is my workplace. it's plagued, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i still can't get over what happened last friday. it was so fun despite the massive lack of eyecandies. and my bro nearly threw up in public and thanks to me, he managed to avoid it cos' i brought him to somewhere quiet. and that night, i discovered quite a number of secrets. hah. but i'll zip. rest assure bro, your secrets' safe with me. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gave the recent smu matriculation a miss, which i totally regretted. i heard the official one coming up next year will probably take a longer waiting time, which really sucks. but that also means more people will be going, and the whole point of a matriculation, besides officially enrolling into the school, is to make more friends! i guess i should just deal with it. maybe it's not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from feeling really really nervous and dumb, i am actually looking forward to going to smu. i really miss studying. &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7662442126966570431?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7662442126966570431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7662442126966570431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7662442126966570431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7662442126966570431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-to-terms.html' title='coming to terms'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7979767093620643686</id><published>2008-10-11T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:46:17.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out</title><content type='html'>well well well... &lt;br /&gt;i know. lack of updates. i'm sorry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from outfield exercise and it is really, seriously, damn shagged. building and tearing down the bcs is no joke. no wonder i lost some weight. GRINS. but thinking of the subsequent &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; more local exercises... really not looking forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went timbre with some friends last night. it is totally a good chillout spot. good food, great music, superb ambience. i wonder why it took me so long to finally visit this bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCT is a month of many birthdays. and i want to wish those peeps whose bday fall on this special month, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7979767093620643686?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7979767093620643686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7979767093620643686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7979767093620643686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7979767093620643686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-me-out.html' title='take me out'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2005431297128375724</id><published>2008-09-04T15:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:38:39.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the honorary title</title><content type='html'>i was watching one tree hill a couple of weeks ago and i was hooked! hooked not by OTH, but by an indie band featured in one of the episodes. and they are &lt;strong&gt;The Honorary Title&lt;/strong&gt;. especially when they performed the song &lt;strong&gt;Far More&lt;/strong&gt; on the OTH set, i was instantly drawn to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBb9tD6Lvb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBb9tD6Lvb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the reasons why i like shows like OTH. they always introduce great music and bands who really deserve the success that any other mainstream popular bands have. one other song, from The Honorary Title, that i like is &lt;strong&gt;Stay Away&lt;/strong&gt;. here's the acoustic version i've found on youtube. jarrod gorbel (the lead singer) is simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqjJ90t2sek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqjJ90t2sek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great bands like them really deserve exposure. but somehow, it is always these rare gems that are hidden by numerous others that are just trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;oh. i've passed my basic theory test. time to do some real driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2005431297128375724?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2005431297128375724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2005431297128375724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2005431297128375724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2005431297128375724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/09/honorary-title.html' title='the honorary title'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3033566846249647890</id><published>2008-08-30T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:13:32.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone on the sea</title><content type='html'>the place i'm now at is probably the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shittiest&lt;/span&gt; place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been putting in my effort in all the planning. trying to do things as diplomatically as possible and holding on to all the strained ties. but it is impossible to satisfy everyone. you guys have your point of view and i understand, but you really should put yourself in others' shoes. ultimately, it's not as simple as you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, i'm not the decision maker. i'm just like everyone, getting the same pay, getting the same treatment. i don't have the authority to make decisions. so stop trying to force me to make choices that are simply not up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm no god. i'm not everything. what i can do is to be a listening ear, which i'm already trying my best to do. but it seems that it has been taken for granted. listening to problems now equals the need to do something to change things, which as much as i regret, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give me some leeway, please. understand what i'm doing. the last thing i want is to get misunderstood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3033566846249647890?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3033566846249647890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3033566846249647890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3033566846249647890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3033566846249647890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/08/alone-on-sea.html' title='alone on the sea'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3348175555258551966</id><published>2008-08-01T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:42:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throw me a rope</title><content type='html'>a good morning run at east coast park and a sumptuous brunch at carl's junior really make a good morning, so much so that i felt extremely refreshed after that. but the bus ride back home from ecp was really dreadful. my butt felt like it was on a red hot fiery pit. and the on-going sore at the calves area didn't make the journey any easier. but still, i had a great morning. nothing's gonna change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back home. this is the part when the love-hate relationship starts. everywhere seems so comfy and relaxing, and it's making me so &lt;em&gt;nua&lt;/em&gt; and unwilling to move. though it's really a good feeling sometimes to just slack and idle at home, i think i ought to move a little more; to hit the gym or have a quick swim to make my day seems more fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, whenever i think about that, the &lt;em&gt;nua&lt;/em&gt; feeling becomes even stronger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3348175555258551966?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3348175555258551966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3348175555258551966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3348175555258551966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3348175555258551966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/08/throw-me-rope.html' title='throw me a rope'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6879014014912530221</id><published>2008-07-31T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:24:50.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad blood</title><content type='html'>i really enjoyed myself on monday even though a someone dampened my mood earlier that day. correction - dampened everybody's mood. but when a game is able to let you forget all the unhappy incidents that had happened, the game is worth the play. and though it was expensive, we thoroughly enjoyed the &lt;strong&gt;PAINTBALL &lt;/strong&gt;session we had! it's actually my first try at it and definitely, it's a soldier's game. putting all my imt/atp/combatshoot knowledge to good use, this time round, the enemies are finally REAL. too bad the rounds are not. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, these few weeks have been rather hectic. with the medical centre getting busier by the day and the somewhat soured relationship between medics from different units, kmc is becoming a place i dread. thinking back of the days when i first entered 21SA, when everyone works with everyone and things are done properly, the present kmc has seriously tumbled down the lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and by the way. i really think it is totally naive to think that business students can't do business. and if it is true that only people who don't study business can succeed in doing business, we won't be studying it. we are not that stupid, stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6879014014912530221?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6879014014912530221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6879014014912530221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6879014014912530221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6879014014912530221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-blood.html' title='bad blood'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-1073367327898533890</id><published>2008-07-20T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:00:15.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thnks fr th mmrs</title><content type='html'>met up with the boys today. it's the first time i've seen them since they started their national service and they are looking good with their new hairstyle - &lt;em&gt;chao &lt;/em&gt;recruit BOTAK HEAD! haha. been there, done that. it's now your turn. ;) it's good to see them coping well with all the culture shocks. and both of them seem to grow much darker and fitter, though that didn't really aid in the pool games we had. NOOBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, caught &lt;strong&gt;THE DARK KNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. what can i say? totally impressed. great acting. superb storyline. it's probably the best movie i've watched this year. and heath ledger = Joker = perfect. what a pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SIIqZikhnlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMtiBoSCkII/s1600-h/why+so+serious.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SIIqZikhnlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMtiBoSCkII/s320/why+so+serious.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224785135968296530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and to chups (who is in holland by now): seriously, &lt;strong&gt;take care &lt;/strong&gt;of yourself. i promise i'll visit you next year. you'll be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1073367327898533890?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1073367327898533890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1073367327898533890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1073367327898533890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1073367327898533890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/07/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='thnks fr th mmrs'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SIIqZikhnlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMtiBoSCkII/s72-c/why+so+serious.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-880184145437609485</id><published>2008-06-26T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:12:15.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running on sunshine</title><content type='html'>i have been running pretty often these few weeks and i'm finally starting to enjoy this sport. this is a good sign, especially when the army half marathon is nearing. my target this year is to fully complete the marathon (21km) without stopping at all. and so, to fulfill this target, and to start running regularly, i've made a little investment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SGOHDmpZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gvqej-Ho37w/s1600-h/adizero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SGOHDmpZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gvqej-Ho37w/s320/adizero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216161289408737842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will be worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-880184145437609485?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/880184145437609485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=880184145437609485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/880184145437609485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/880184145437609485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-on-sunshine.html' title='running on sunshine'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SGOHDmpZ8jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gvqej-Ho37w/s72-c/adizero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7616421638324231665</id><published>2008-06-13T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:30:44.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing last forever</title><content type='html'>one of my friend lost his dog and was really upset today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i talk more to my dog than my sister..."&lt;br /&gt;"why?! that's not the point."&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know... she's a good listener..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, all we need is a good listener.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7616421638324231665?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7616421638324231665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7616421638324231665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7616421638324231665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7616421638324231665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-last-forever.html' title='nothing last forever'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-9157825498120472015</id><published>2008-06-12T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:03:04.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEeLEt5GQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ejrBXmQbZ4E/s1600-h/IMG_0423+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEeLEt5GQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ejrBXmQbZ4E/s320/IMG_0423+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210979419437996290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have registered earlier, dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-9157825498120472015?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/9157825498120472015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=9157825498120472015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/9157825498120472015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/9157825498120472015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEeLEt5GQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ejrBXmQbZ4E/s72-c/IMG_0423+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-5696590226901396174</id><published>2008-06-12T20:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:51:59.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is average nowadays</title><content type='html'>met eugene when i was waiting for the bus at marina square. okay, techically speaking, i only saw him. didn't talk to him as he was too engrossed in entertaining the crowd on the ducktour bus. he's actually working as a tourguide now! really interesting, and according to him, the pay is pretty good too. a really good consideration for post-NS-pre-U life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staje agm coming next sat. hopefully i can join in IF i'm not involved in the ndp rehearsal (again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEV-JmFiHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-EEg9TyU44o/s1600-h/IMG_0426+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEV-JmFiHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-EEg9TyU44o/s320/IMG_0426+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970401316112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received my new uob debit card (the one below. the one above is my previous card). 3 reasons why it sucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank god the rebates made up for the shortcomings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the looks. it's really ugly, especially with the big NOW word on the card. and quoting my sis, it really looks like a &lt;em&gt;best-denki&lt;/em&gt; member card. the previous one is so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ez-link. the card can be used as an ezlink. okay, this should be a plus point but i have my own SAF ezlink! now, with 2 ezlinks, the scanner always beeps &amp; says error when i tap them. so attention-grabbing, especially when the scanner beeps really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the most annoying thing: the inclusion of an annual renewal fee of $18! it used to be &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;, bloodsuckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5696590226901396174?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5696590226901396174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5696590226901396174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5696590226901396174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5696590226901396174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/everything-is-average-nowadays.html' title='everything is average nowadays'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SFEV-JmFiHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-EEg9TyU44o/s72-c/IMG_0426+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-1116473744103363272</id><published>2008-06-11T15:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:38:01.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercial breakdown</title><content type='html'>this week has been like a stay-out week for me. with all the offs &amp;amp; events going on, i practically got to go home everyday. and here i am, back home after covering the trial tiger trail (a marathon) and preparing to go marina bay tomorrow morning to cover the ndp rehearsal. busy but definitely, time passes faster. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my ipod nearly died on me. i was going home, preparing to listen to some songs when it just died. i tried to press all the buttons but it had no response whatsoever. this have already happened thrice and is really getting on my nerves. so when i reached home, i wanted to sent an email to apple to demand a proper explanation regarding this appalling performance of my ipod. as i searched through the internet, i then realised that this is quite a common situation among ipods. it's called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozipod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, meaning the ipod is frozen. all we got to do is to reset the player and things will work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it's only a simple thing, it's really irritating to have to deal with this so frequently. most apple products are really crappy. they should just change their name to &lt;strong&gt;Crapple&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE-MZVkLutI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PM4UDiFRTT0/s1600-h/Crapple+(Small).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210537660804479698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE-MZVkLutI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PM4UDiFRTT0/s320/Crapple+(Small).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really random but after the long tussle between singapore &amp; malaysia, we finally won the rights to pedra branca. the following is a vision of what pedra branca would look like in future. it's so typically singapore. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE-OpU4maKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N8-awdkfh6c/s1600-h/pedra-branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE-OpU4maKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N8-awdkfh6c/s320/pedra-branca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210540134522841250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1116473744103363272?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1116473744103363272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1116473744103363272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1116473744103363272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1116473744103363272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/commercial-breakdown.html' title='commercial breakdown'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE-MZVkLutI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PM4UDiFRTT0/s72-c/Crapple+(Small).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7820346187504756844</id><published>2008-06-10T11:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:08:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE38QYCGppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/38EWOlg9vXg/s1600-h/blood+donation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE38QYCGppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/38EWOlg9vXg/s320/blood+donation.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210097702196913810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not change the suspect to mas selamat? &lt;br /&gt;i heard ops is starting in july again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just redesigned my blog layout. it feels good to have a fresh change every now and then. it took me quite a morning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo &amp; hao are enlisting soon. got to have a good meet up before they lose all their freedom. ;) thank god mdm dismissed the idea of recalling me from my off in the end. phew -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7820346187504756844?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7820346187504756844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7820346187504756844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7820346187504756844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7820346187504756844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-escape.html' title='the great escape'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE38QYCGppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/38EWOlg9vXg/s72-c/blood+donation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-422554009021026455</id><published>2008-06-08T18:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:43:32.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little of your time</title><content type='html'>i've got quite a few things on my agenda now but don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i need to stop wasting my weekends and get into some "real" activities that can improve my quality of life. that said, zhangsheng is looking at some sea sports and i'll probably join him. or perhaps take some taekwondo classes since fabian is rather willing to not charge us. i just need to start moving, and not slouching at home &amp;amp; turn into a potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, driving. this driving thing is really driving me crazy. i've got everything i need, be it resources for theory lessons or lobangs for private coaching, but just never really had the chance to get to it. i started the year telling myself to start learning but the year has already moved 6 months ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, in order to stop the constant eroding of my brain cells, i need to start giving some tuition. and at the same time, i can get some quick cash. (okay, &lt;-primary reason for tutoring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next, i need to start donating some blood and save a life, in hope of some good karma. i really need it. and guys, do some good &amp;amp; donate some blood too. ;) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SEu8zSMhwUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KF00LiqWqYw/s1600-h/Blood+Donation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to stop procrastinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-422554009021026455?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/422554009021026455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=422554009021026455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/422554009021026455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/422554009021026455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-of-your-time.html' title='little of your time'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-4130007233103710573</id><published>2008-05-16T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:07:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>other side of the world</title><content type='html'>there are really alot of pictures. and i'm too lazy to filter them and load them up. but this tw trip has been exceptionally meaningful. i went as a medic, but came back as a medic cum signaller cum navigator. i can really say with confidence that i have good navigation skills now (if i'm coupled with map &amp; gps set). all that practice in taiwan hasn't gone to waste. singapore's road system now seems SO DAMN SMALL KICK lah! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are 2 pictures i really have to show you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the outfield in taiwan, we took shelter at this temple and slept there for 2 days. and during one of the nights, i saw this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE39q-Yg2GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nx48cZGtvSo/s1600-h/IMG_0278+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE39q-Yg2GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nx48cZGtvSo/s320/IMG_0278+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210099258679679074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine? 2 lizards mating? right at the temple. what a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this beef noodle shop where we had our dinner, the toilet experience was rather interesting. this is what we saw... (look at the signs of the toilet. click to enlarge.) it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE394SqM5eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fUVwQPpmNlk/s1600-h/IMG_0189+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE394SqM5eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fUVwQPpmNlk/s320/IMG_0189+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210099487460877794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird as it may be, i'm into thai-music now, specifically Endorphine's. nay introduced me one of their songs and i was instantly hooked! Endorphine is a thai soft rock band and the lead singer - Da - can really sing. here's the music video of one of their songs. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXsJ5hnENm0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXsJ5hnENm0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4130007233103710573?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4130007233103710573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4130007233103710573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4130007233103710573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4130007233103710573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/05/other-side-of-world.html' title='other side of the world'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/SE39q-Yg2GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nx48cZGtvSo/s72-c/IMG_0278+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2172157828406401167</id><published>2008-05-07T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:27:19.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here waiting for you</title><content type='html'>i've finally touched down singapore at 1.33am this morning! &lt;br /&gt;this taiwan trip. seriously. one word. SHIOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures coming soon. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2172157828406401167?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2172157828406401167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2172157828406401167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2172157828406401167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2172157828406401167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-here-waiting-for-you.html' title='right here waiting for you'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7825516756911461564</id><published>2008-04-10T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:38:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning of the twist</title><content type='html'>i'm flying off to taiwan on friday! will be disappearing for about a month before touching down on the 7th of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really, REALLY looking forward to the trip. it's a means of escape, seriously. won't dwell into the exact as it'll be another page of whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw- great time yesterday. cheese pasta is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;time spent with great people equals great time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you guys. we've really come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.cnet.com/cnet/i/r/2008/dc/42622362/sc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://asia.cnet.com/cnet/i/r/2008/dc/42622362/sc002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... MY NEW CAMERA. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7825516756911461564?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7825516756911461564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7825516756911461564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7825516756911461564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7825516756911461564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning-of-twist.html' title='the beginning of the twist'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7256032919100775350</id><published>2008-04-06T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:27:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daft punk is playing at my house</title><content type='html'>first thing up, i am not about to whine about how i'm drowned in self-pity cos' i'm not. and though i really hate how i react to things sometimes, i seriously do not hate myself. i just need a means to vent and hopefully, something good would come out of it. and something good doesn't mean somebody coming up to me, pat on my shoulders &amp; say "i feel so sorry for you", but it actually means stepping up my gear and overcoming the hurdles coming up against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so sensitive to others' feelings that i put others infront all the time, even though that means making personal sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so dumb and not speaking up when things are not going my way &amp; eventually, looking like a fool following others' orders. &lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so shallow and inexperienced and not able to make any convictions in whatever i do. &lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being too confident at times and believing that everything will go smooth and life will forever be good.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being such a pig &amp; throwing away all my time when they can be spent doing or learning more meaningful things out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go on for days but i bet this is not what you want to read. &lt;br /&gt;but stomping the keyboard, churning all this out, really felt great.&lt;div 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house'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-8608265614425167054</id><published>2008-03-16T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:53:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking out of stride</title><content type='html'>i'm going on a very important mission next week. shan't explain further cos' we are all forced not to, specifically, blog about it. yes, manhunt is still on track, though it seems to pave itself further as the days count. he's probably fled, or the whole thing might just be a scam. there are just so many weird yet plausible theories going around about the escape. but still, it's a good chance to exercise our vigilance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singaporeans are just too complacent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-8608265614425167054?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/8608265614425167054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=8608265614425167054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8608265614425167054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8608265614425167054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-out-of-stride.html' title='walking out of stride'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-3625727184098665083</id><published>2008-03-09T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:37:29.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a peak you reach</title><content type='html'>just trying to keep it real. i think i need to keep my options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's probably a good learning platform,&lt;br /&gt;but it's just not the place for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3625727184098665083?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6405772765153397577</id><published>2008-03-01T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:03:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>well well well, so we just earned ourselves a free day yesterday. how did you enjoy the additional 24hours? and to people like yuerong, who have just spent their very exclusive birthdays yesterday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i headed over to sentosa in the evening and celebrated yr's birthday. i wouldn't say i thoroughly enjoyed myself, cos' i didn't know most of the people there. but i believed she's happy that i turned up. so if the birthday girl is happy, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am still kind of disappointed that i missed ihdc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a phone call at 3am = breakfast/supper at amk.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe i actually agreed to do that. but at least i saw ms williams, though she left soon after i arrived. (i'll be planning my itinerary for paris soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and manhunt continues. people, do be vigilant when you're out.&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6405772765153397577?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6405772765153397577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6405772765153397577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6405772765153397577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6405772765153397577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='there&apos;s no tomorrow'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2150513153358408802</id><published>2008-02-24T18:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:28:46.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on</title><content type='html'>phew- the past few weeks had been quite hectic. but i did enjoyed myself! time really does fly huh. it's already coming to the end of february. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw. over the cny holidays, i went over to malaysia to visit my relatives. i shan't elaborate further, i'll let the pictures do the talking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOkM-WzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_jReRN-Y/s1600-h/s132167908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493262271503154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOkM-WzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_jReRN-Y/s320/s132167908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my family! it's been long since we have taken a family photo.&lt;br /&gt;and the following is my cousin's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIW0M-W0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ZATtYhXd0A/s1600-h/s132611532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493404005423938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIW0M-W0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_ZATtYhXd0A/s320/s132611532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at a coffee shop where we were served by this incompetent waiter who got all our orders mixed up &amp;amp; even gave us a big cny present by overcharging us by about 40 bucks! you should have been there. i was really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOEM-WvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6jeSnwjOhYM/s1600-h/b132611724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493253681568498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOEM-WvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6jeSnwjOhYM/s320/b132611724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOkM-WyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MpUkxGYsdb8/s1600-h/s132167782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493262271503138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOkM-WyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MpUkxGYsdb8/s320/s132167782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i've sworn off gambling, i still did a little at malaysia, with ringgit. had a little winning streak in the beginning too, though in the end, i lost everything. hah. and the guy on the left in the photo above is my cousin. he slimmed down A LOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOEM-WwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZiyDiBvh4As/s1600-h/s132167752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493253681568514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOEM-WwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZiyDiBvh4As/s320/s132167752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOUM-WxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EIIFZqnsK_A/s1600-h/s132167767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493257976535826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOUM-WxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EIIFZqnsK_A/s320/s132167767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a really great trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, moving on to what has happened throughout the weeks... i spent $12 for a performance which i thought would be really great. in the end, it was a far cry from disappointment. it was even worst. and i thought chinthin would be acting! end up she's just the curtain girl. you know? the girl who handles the curtains? switch on/off so that the curtain can close/open? thank god we had this hideous specs, which wai bought, to entertain ourselves with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6EM-W2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/WCsNOg7K2zQ/s1600-h/n565726749_626667_5633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497308130696034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6EM-W2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/WCsNOg7K2zQ/s320/n565726749_626667_5633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6EM-W3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fSftRYUDRHA/s1600-h/n565726749_626668_5909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497308130696050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6EM-W3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fSftRYUDRHA/s320/n565726749_626668_5909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6UM-W4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rM6H9ZS3tKI/s1600-h/n565726749_626670_6418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497312425663362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL6UM-W4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rM6H9ZS3tKI/s320/n565726749_626670_6418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL7UM-W5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tb-xqHQ7vvY/s1600-h/n565726749_626671_6681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497329605532562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL7UM-W5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tb-xqHQ7vvY/s320/n565726749_626671_6681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the utterly disappointing performance, we even had to further entertain ourselves by squatting down in public to take pictures in order to make up for lost times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FMDEM-W7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8amXAiqD0MM/s1600-h/n565726749_626675_7758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497462749518770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FMDEM-W7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8amXAiqD0MM/s320/n565726749_626675_7758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL7kM-W6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ct4vD2wL01M/s1600-h/n565726749_626672_6954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497333900499874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FL7kM-W6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ct4vD2wL01M/s320/n565726749_626672_6954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we came across this pictorial advertisement and i was forced to take a picture with justin, pretending to be the couple in the advertisement. i think fish &amp;amp; xinjie did a better job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FMD0M-W8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dT582QxuiQE/s1600-h/n565726749_626684_6887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170497475634420674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FMD0M-W8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dT582QxuiQE/s320/n565726749_626684_6887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. as what i've said in the beginning, i did alot in the past 2 weeks. i even caught some really great movies. but my favourite among all is Juno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FO2UM-W9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dxJ9U7wnGWk/s1600-h/Junoposter2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170500542241070034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FO2UM-W9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dxJ9U7wnGWk/s320/Junoposter2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a nutshell, this show is about Juno, a 16 year old girl who was pregnant and found herself having to deal with all the struggles and attention as a teenage pregnant mum. i guess the thing i like most about this film is the dialogue. watch it and you'll find how witty and smart it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. it's been a really long entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 has been quite special so far. there's even a 29th feb! happy 5th year old, yuerong. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2150513153358408802?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2150513153358408802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2150513153358408802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2150513153358408802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2150513153358408802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/02/keep-holding-on.html' title='keep holding on'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R8FIOkM-WzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_jReRN-Y/s72-c/s132167908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6303306717411032875</id><published>2008-02-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:57:12.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>universe &amp; u</title><content type='html'>well, it's the start of a new year, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you have been slacking off &amp;amp; not focusing on your resolutions you've set for yourself in 2008, or had a rough start in january, take this chance to erase all that &amp;amp; start fresh, again! it's the new year, no one will blame you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner was okayy i guess. but it just really pisses me off when the food don't arrive on time &amp; the customer service rendered really suck. plus, the food was served in atrociously small amount, even after our constant reminders that our orders were XL instead of the usual! so, my dinner was not as fabulous (or filling) as it was supposed to be. and speaking of which, i'm hungry already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really  miss those days when we had our quiet reunion dinners at home; gather around the small table, eat good home-cooked food &amp; talk to one another without any restrains. but ever since we started to have our reunion dinners at restaurants, they turn out to be just normal dinner affairs. it just lack this 'reunion' mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope your reunion dinner turn out the way you want it to. &lt;br /&gt;and to all, happy chinese new year. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6303306717411032875?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6303306717411032875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6303306717411032875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6303306717411032875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6303306717411032875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/02/universe-u.html' title='universe &amp; u'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7499026418495150469</id><published>2008-02-03T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:32:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love like winter</title><content type='html'>yeah, i pretty much got wasted on friday night. was at yaosheng's new place &amp;amp; we kinda had a small birthday cum house warming party. it wasn't even my birthday! everything should be directed to yaosheng, but thanks to him, i was dragged down &amp;amp; had to down a few cups of alcohol. it wasn't that bad at first (or at least i thought so), but after they forced me to drink up the cup of wine, the feeling kicked in &amp;amp; i puked all over. thank god i had the premonition &amp;amp; was sitting right beside the toilet bowl when i vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hangover isn't exactly a pleasant ride either. on saturday morning, the world seemed to move so slowly. (it probably is just me) i was lucky not to have any headache though; it would have made my weekend worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yaosheng's room is quite a nice &amp;amp; cosy place. and with the lcd tv and the home theatre system and not forgetting my favourite - the big comfy bed! how i hope my room have a theatre system as well. imagine the convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the coming week is good &amp;amp; short, cos' chinese new year is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7499026418495150469?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7499026418495150469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7499026418495150469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7499026418495150469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7499026418495150469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-like-winter.html' title='love like winter'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-8675145990398545055</id><published>2008-01-27T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:39:38.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love it when you call</title><content type='html'>it's sunday (again) and i've got to book in (again). !!! not that it's a bad thing though. it's just, irritating i guess. my sundays are totally ruined! i can't stay out late, obviously, cos' i've got to book in. and though you can fly around in the afternoon, at the back of your mind, the thought of booking in just keeps idling. and it just spoils the mood. so saturdays are the only days when i can really do what i want, without being affected by army in any way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the above was kind of random. it's just something i have to grumble about. complain- it's an army thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met up with chiu peng, matt &amp;amp; yuerong on friday night! we went for dinner &amp;amp; some coffee at starbucks. it's great seeing chups &amp;amp; yuerong again. i'm partly glad &amp;amp; taken aback by chups' new caucasian boyfriend who is rather tall... well, too tall i guess. 1.88m. (wow.) and for yuerong, i'm really glad to see her so enthusiastic in her interest but i seriously think it's time for her to get into a relationship to kind of balance her life a little? everything has been going fine except for that area. hahs. and she really needs to do something about that passiveness towards it. and matt, well, besides being a little cranky after out fielding &amp;amp; not bathing for 4 days, and a little crazed up by KT, he's still the usual; droopy eyes &amp;amp; always bobbing his head with the music. ;) i had fun catching up with them. this meeting is seriously long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to yaosheng! it's his twentieth birthday! one more year to the golden key! have fun in army. but remember your priorities, yea? and you better make yourself free next week. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... booking in. (faints)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-8675145990398545055?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/8675145990398545055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=8675145990398545055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8675145990398545055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8675145990398545055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-it-when-you-call.html' title='love it when you call'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2726504796050182728</id><published>2008-01-19T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:44:42.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my way around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dRsXU4Q6a0Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dRsXU4Q6a0Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was just youtubing for a while just now and came across this classic russian animation "Hedgehog In The Fog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call a beautiful tale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2726504796050182728?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2726504796050182728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2726504796050182728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2726504796050182728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2726504796050182728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/01/losing-my-way-around.html' title='losing my way around'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-1847210483080952584</id><published>2008-01-13T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:53:24.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escapism</title><content type='html'>you know, it's bad that's it's only january. cos' jan is a weird month to take some leave. everyone would want to keep them until later part of the year and slowly savour the escape &amp;amp; freedom. but i'm kind of tempted to take some at the end of this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COS' SWITCHFOOT IS COMING TO TOWN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R4oG7qfEEII/AAAAAAAAAEA/6FN1N1x35r4/s1600-h/Switchfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R4oI8qfEEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vXONDs7-i4I/s1600-h/Switchfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154942561768706194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R4oI8qfEEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vXONDs7-i4I/s320/Switchfoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't they put the concert on a friday or saturday night? they just have to dampen my spirits by putting it on a thursday. i really want to go though. well, there's still 2 weeks to the 31st. shall think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, my sis just started this little business of her own on livejournal. she's selling some clothings/dresses at rather cheap prices. her shop is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://exitotaste.livejournal.com/"&gt;Exito Taste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/00003dzp/s320x240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/0001kcts/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/0001kcts/s320x240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/0001gab6/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/0001gab6/s320x240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's kind of an online thing. but still, do drop by. some of the dresses are rather pretty. above are some samples. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/exitotaste/pic/0001gab6/s320x240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1847210483080952584?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1847210483080952584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1847210483080952584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1847210483080952584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1847210483080952584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/01/escapism.html' title='escapism'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R4oI8qfEEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vXONDs7-i4I/s72-c/Switchfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-1939750915549389040</id><published>2008-01-06T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:28:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move along</title><content type='html'>screwed up saturday morning: woke up at 6 in the morning yesterday to prepare for the cover for NSmen RT training at maju camp. turn out it was a big screw up - it's on next sat! thank god maju camp is just a few stops away from my house. but still, nothing beats sleeping through the lazy saturday morning. and i just totally missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've decided not to go out on that day since i've really been flying around for the last couple of weeks. so, i had some me-time, watching &lt;strong&gt;PRISON BREAK&lt;/strong&gt;! i'm still at season 1 though. just taking my time... i wouldn't want to spoil the fun by zooming through everything in just mere one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's a new year, people. CELEBRATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1939750915549389040?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1939750915549389040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1939750915549389040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1939750915549389040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1939750915549389040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2008/01/screwed-up-saturday-morning-woke-up-at.html' title='move along'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7147251587870384396</id><published>2007-12-30T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:30:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>i'm having such a blast! life is so worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne is back! and with a new friend, zac. we went to the bbq organised by the current j2s and thought it was only a j2/j3 gathering. turn out j1s were included as well. not that it is a bad thing, but we kind of felt left out cos' they are really really tight? and the only j3s around are me, fish, daph? and maybe zac? nonetheless, IT'S SO FUN! we walked around pasir ris park, took weird old-people-pictures that are definitely of facebook-quality, joked around like nobody's business, poked daphy to hear the screeching OUCH, piggybacked fish around cos' she's afraid of getting wet feet, and shared daph's secret of the day at the club! hahs. it's all logged in (pointing to the brain)... circle of trust. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the &lt;em&gt;squishy&lt;/em&gt; good time...&lt;br /&gt;oh god. why am i stucked?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7147251587870384396?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7147251587870384396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7147251587870384396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7147251587870384396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7147251587870384396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuck-in-middle.html' title='stuck in the middle'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-5363914321723188887</id><published>2007-12-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:27:12.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eve of the big day</title><content type='html'>and so, counting down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with my bros again today, but it's kind of different this time round. they all brought their girlfriends along. and i finally see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xueting&lt;/span&gt; for the first time! well, first impression counts. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad that my first impression with her was a good one. she's a very nice person! kind of quiet around us though. and seeing how much time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zhenhao&lt;/span&gt; takes to "warm up" to people, we thought the couple would be a quiet one. much to our surprise... they are really, really chatty when they're alone.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (we can hear, okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahs&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunching at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dragonboat&lt;/span&gt;, where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dimsum&lt;/span&gt; is not exactly up to expectations, we went over to NUS high school to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joan&lt;/span&gt;. she showed us around the school. pretty big and new, but nothing surprising. but that's not the point. what's interesting is the ride i had after visiting the school. while the others took a cab down to orchard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;joan&lt;/span&gt; fetched me there. yes, with her bike! and oh boy was the ride exciting, and cooling. and although irritating to the eyes sometimes (due to the strong wind acting against my face), it was very memorable. it's different when you ride on a bike in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. it felt more dangerous here and was definitely, ADRENALINE-DRIVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that day, val sent us to dhoby ghaut with her car. all the girls got their car license already. i'm so jealous. hahs. i need to get mine soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just saw lijun's wedding photos. she look really different, differently good! and tomorrow's her big day. congrats again!&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5363914321723188887?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5363914321723188887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5363914321723188887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5363914321723188887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5363914321723188887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-of-big-day.html' title='eve of the big day'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6940584589408458685</id><published>2007-12-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:36:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time ever</title><content type='html'>oh. the long deserved holiday week! haji just passed and now christmas and the new year is finally arriving, which means, HOLIDAY WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to pulau ubin (for the first time) on thurday to cycle, though my legs were aching due to the training i had previously and i had to wake up at 5 in the morning to reach changi on time. nonetheless, it did not deter me. c'mon, i've never been there before, and it's a good chance to hang with my bros. so we rented a bike each for the day. turn out the weather sucks. it started to rain after we cycled for like 15mins?! we had to take shelter at this seafood restaurant which serves rather bland chrysanthemum tea but good, spicy mee goreng. quite cheap too, $8 for this 'i think big is very big' serving. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when the rain became mild, we carried on cycling, on the main road, partly cos' haO couldn't cycle well and the terrains are rather muddy and rocky. but when we finally took the risk and tried to conquer the dirt tracks, jo just have to wreak his bike. !!! and later on, the bike was worn out to the point that the wheels were stucked and we had to carry it back! somehow, weird ideas developed, from the relay-strength-training to the tying-to-the-bag so that we have an easier time carrying. when we finally return the bike to the rental shop, we had to fork out 6 bucks for compensation. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, it's not our fault right... the rental people claimed the bike were new. yeah, so true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but it was still fun. it's been long since we've done such stupid things. i really miss those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just went out for a movie with pearl. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;national treasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is really good, though nicholas cage should have done something about his receding hairline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. christmas is coming, so is lijun's wedding. CONGRATS!&lt;br /&gt;and the new year is coming... time to look back and see what you've done for the past year. wasted? or fulfilling? and what about the new year? new resolutions? time to think about it, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6940584589408458685?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6940584589408458685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6940584589408458685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6940584589408458685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6940584589408458685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-time-ever.html' title='first time ever'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-3221607451226244239</id><published>2007-12-17T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:53:13.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting the people</title><content type='html'>i just had this 'weird' cohesion thing with my unit at bugis. we played a few games at the theatre itself, and watched &lt;strong&gt;The Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;. it wasn't a bad film, but just wasn't a personal favourite. but the point is, can you believe how weird it is to actually go out with your army-mates (not 1, but a battalion of them) ? imagine the attention: a whole bunch of guys walking around bugis. thank goodness we're not wearing no. 4. that's why we have to reach the place at 7.50&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, to reduce the attention we are drawing. oh, we even have this gift exchange program, you know, the usual christmas must-have? i prepared this belgian chocolates for the day and in turn, i received fake ferrero rocher. well... i don't ask for much, at least i didn't get kiwi brushes or stacks of A4 paper. but still, weird it may be, the cohesion was a good way to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weekend was fun. i did some shopping and got myself some apparels. i was in need of a wardrobe do up. it has been staling for quite a bit recently. and with the arrival of the festive season and li jun's wedding (of course), shopping is a necessity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've got a Facebook account! i've been playing around with it for the past weekend. it's really very fun! there are so many interesing applications you can add to your account and interact with your friends. definitely better than Friendster, by a mile! okay, it may be a little intimidating at first when you see so many things going on, but once you surf around for a while, you'll get the hang of it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3221607451226244239?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3221607451226244239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3221607451226244239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3221607451226244239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3221607451226244239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/12/meeting-people.html' title='meeting the people'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-196585716912556185</id><published>2007-12-09T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:32:35.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play and help</title><content type='html'>the year is ending, what are your new year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the coming year, i hope that i will&lt;br /&gt;1) survive through national service, probably get a few pounds shed, and make sure i can, at the very least, pass my ippt.&lt;br /&gt;2) get my car license and speed drive! (kiddin' &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3) be more involved in stAJe alumni&lt;br /&gt;4) have a bit more drive and enthusiasm in the things i do&lt;br /&gt;5) happy family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this coming year, instead of thinking of your own resolutions, help make others' turn true, will you? think about those living in the third world countries. their new year resolution, which probably has been the same for the past few years, is just to have enough food to get by. you need not do much. just with some clicks on your mouse, you can actually help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141652798268097970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R1rR-ncpxbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vpK0081jPAk/s200/Free+Rice+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;play and help, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-196585716912556185?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/196585716912556185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=196585716912556185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/196585716912556185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/196585716912556185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-and-help.html' title='play and help'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R1rR-ncpxbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vpK0081jPAk/s72-c/Free+Rice+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-1297192651643686655</id><published>2007-11-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:15:06.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>situations for situation-people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R01oaSwuwEI/AAAAAAAAADw/DwdpWV_cgK4/s1600-h/US%241M+bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137877550821720130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R01oaSwuwEI/AAAAAAAAADw/DwdpWV_cgK4/s200/US%241M+bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that? a man actually tried to deposit the above US$1M bill in a bank in the US. and of course, the bill is fake. according to this sheriff, the federal government of the US has never printed any US$1M note. seriously, how can someone be so impossibly stupid to be involved in such a sitution? the only explanation: stupid man doing stupid thing. but anyway, imagine how the receptionist felt when the guy entered with that bill? how would you feel if it was you? i probably would have freaked out, but at the next second, i'll be smelling it to find the cash "smell". then, i'll take a good look at it and probably my mind will wander away, imagining the limitless possibilities i would have if that bill was mine (and real). hah. anyways, fortunately, the receptionist was quite clever to report the case immediately, not that anyone wouldn't. the man is just plain dumb right? he even cursed at the bank's employees when they refused to open an account for him. IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;PALSIIWJAE '07&lt;/strong&gt; is coming! for those ignorant, it stands for &lt;strong&gt;Post-A-Levels-Screw-It-It-Was-Just-An-Exam&lt;/strong&gt; party, aptly named by our dear stAJeworks' Mr Guru. this is the first event for stAJeworks alumni association. i hope it'll be a success. and judging from the usual stAJe gatherings, which more often than not, turn into some sort of party (minus the beer and the grinding, of course), it will definitely be a fun night. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1297192651643686655?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1297192651643686655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1297192651643686655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1297192651643686655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1297192651643686655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/11/situations-for-situation-people.html' title='situations for situation-people'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R01oaSwuwEI/AAAAAAAAADw/DwdpWV_cgK4/s72-c/US%241M+bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-5043381893624826724</id><published>2007-11-25T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:18:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays are happy days</title><content type='html'>went out with my jc school mates today. the outing kind of turned out okay. at least people came! for the past few outings, the turnout was always pathetic. but this time round, though only 7 came, it is considered a success. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i met with wei din &amp;amp; xavier at suntec (again) first for some window shopping for watches. you know, i always have a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; fetish for watches. though i don't really any collections to flaunt, i'm still content just to look at them, or go into watch galleries and pretend that i have the cash to buy them. and oh, recently, i saw this Bvlgari Assioma watch... it was... love at first sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R0ho5ywuwDI/AAAAAAAAADo/2oguWuflEK4/s1600-h/Bvlgari+Assioma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136470717104046130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R0ho5ywuwDI/AAAAAAAAADo/2oguWuflEK4/s200/Bvlgari+Assioma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my birthday is coming soon. it's only 11 months away. anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of birthdays. it's su yee's b'day! okay, not exactly today, but we celebrated with her today. we bought this &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; cake from secret recipe. it was expensive, but it's really worth it, seriously. it was like about 10inch large?! we, a total of 7 peeps, with 4 guys, could only finish half of it. end up su yee had to bring the other half back home. but this cake, Chocolate Indulgence, is, quoting xavier, "really god-like"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretrecipe.com.my/marketroot/secretrecipe/catalog/exchange/images/Chocolate-Indulgence_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.secretrecipe.com.my/marketroot/secretrecipe/catalog/exchange/images/Chocolate-Indulgence_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Creamy and rich Belgian coverture chocolate and white chocolate filling. Absolutely a luscious, luxurious, sinfully rich chocolate lover's dream." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really true! but if you eat too much of it, like xavier, who tried to eat ONE QUARTER of the cake, it can get a little sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's also val's b'day today. happy birthday girl. stay pretty and lovey dovey with that monkey okay. all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- birthdays are happy days. enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5043381893624826724?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5043381893624826724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5043381893624826724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5043381893624826724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5043381893624826724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdays-are-happy-days.html' title='birthdays are happy days'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/R0ho5ywuwDI/AAAAAAAAADo/2oguWuflEK4/s72-c/Bvlgari+Assioma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-1147280606096469685</id><published>2007-11-23T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:06:12.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the contact lens episode</title><content type='html'>oh, i had one of my most embarrassing moments yesterday when i was out at suntec with yaosheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we went there to get a birthday present for his girlfriend, val. and by the way, he got a braun buffel clutch, golden in colour and with a bit of fur on one side. very elegant, very classy. i think she'd like it. but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, while he went to novena to get something from his cousin, i waited for him at gloria jeans coffee. and speaking of gloria jeans... boy, has they got some really good coffee. i had hot mocha. it had this subtle bitterness with a tinge of sweetness. coupled with the fragrance emitted, it really blew me away. but i kind of had it ordered large and that serves to be one of the mistake of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, back to the story. i waited at gloria jeans, drinking mocha, flipping through some magazines and enjoy the ambience of the coffee house. just then, something caught in my left eye. i wiggled my eyes slightly and try to get it out but to no avail. so i used my left index finger and rubbed my eyes a bit. the thing came out but just when i open my eyes again, everything at my left eye went blur. oh, did i mention i was wearing contact lenses that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of freaked out. i covered my right eye, where the contacts is still intact, and i realise the contacts on the left eye is gone. i looked around and search for it, trying to minimize my movements as much as possible as there are quite of lot of people in the coffee house. but i still couldn't find it. okay, maybe it didn't come out? but where is it? i covered my right eye again, and focused on looking with left eye. it appeared that there was this slight shine on the top right side of my left eye. OH NO- the contacts actually went to the other side of my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept rolling and wiggling my eyes. i was like this lunatic doing some weird actions, cos' when you roll your eyes, wanting the contacts to fall back to place, you kind of make very weird and distorted facial expressions. so i tried to turn to my right where there weren't anybody and continued my antics. but, to no avail. so i closed my left eye, placed my index finger on the right side of my left eyelid, and shifted it to the middle. then i opened my eyes. OH NO- still blur. what is more OH NO is that the shine which is on the right side of the eye disappeared! i refocused again. OH NO- the shine went to the left side! oh, that is fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of getting pissed at that stubborn contact lens when i suddenly felt an icy feeling on my left lower eyelid while i tried to shift the lens again. then i realised it came out of the eye. i placed the lens of my index finger and was hesitating if i should put it back into my eye as there were really quite a lot of people around, mostly facing me. in the end, i still went for it. i swear this lady on my left was looking at me as if i am some weird creature who loves to touch its own eyes. but who cares? so i opened my left eye wide and tried to put back the lens, but it just can't go in. it's too dry. but i do not have any contacts solution with me. then an idea stuck me - why not put it in my mouth? there's this person in aj who did the same when her lens drop out while singing the national anthem. but the idea kind of turned me off after a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sat there, with more than half a cup of mocha not drank and the lens still sitting on my index finger, deciding how i should go about putting that idiot back into my eye. then a perfect idea dawned upon me. i downed the entire cup of mocha in one gulp, which caused quite a stir in my stomach, and left gloria jeans. i walked into YES!, which is an optical shop, and asked the sales personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm, do you sell one pair of contact lenses?"&lt;br /&gt;she replied, "huh? we don't sell &lt;em&gt;leh...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"but mine just dropped out..." and i reached out my hand and showed her the dried-up and curled-up contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;"haiyo... but, we still don't sell,&lt;em&gt; leh...&lt;/em&gt;" she insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god this lady, who's the superviser came and asked me to follow her. she got the details of my lens and gave me a new one, free of charge. she made sure i wore them in front of her, so as to ensure i'm not some &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; trying to get freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, all thanks to her, my day is saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1147280606096469685?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1147280606096469685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1147280606096469685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1147280606096469685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1147280606096469685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/11/contact-lens-episode.html' title='the contact lens episode'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-785637482884372788</id><published>2007-11-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:56:55.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you thought you can</title><content type='html'>well, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, i'm not a writer.&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, my words and my thoughts don't coincide.&lt;br /&gt;i always have a lot running in mind, and i constantly try to remember them to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;but when i sit infront of this laptop, looking at this blank box, which always appear when i click on New Posting, the thoughts just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poor me, i'm just not a writer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-785637482884372788?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/785637482884372788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=785637482884372788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/785637482884372788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/785637482884372788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-when-you-thought-you-can.html' title='just when you thought you can'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-235127178810611880</id><published>2007-10-28T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:47:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end's not near, it's here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;life is a song&lt;br /&gt;patrick park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past&lt;br /&gt;There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week&lt;br /&gt;And there's no promises of peace or of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is this why you cling to every little thing&lt;br /&gt;And polverize and derrange all your senses&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along&lt;br /&gt;Until the very ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know&lt;br /&gt;Ideas that strengthen who we've been&lt;br /&gt;It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds&lt;br /&gt;From the chains and shackles that they're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free&lt;br /&gt;In a dark and storming sea&lt;br /&gt;You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast&lt;br /&gt;You say that you know that the good Lord's in control&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day when every price has been paid&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold&lt;br /&gt;And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;You'll die like you're afraid to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know&lt;br /&gt;Ideas that strengthen who we've been&lt;br /&gt;It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds&lt;br /&gt;From chains and shackles that they're in&lt;br /&gt;From the chains and shackles that they're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep&lt;br /&gt;You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet&lt;br /&gt;And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall&lt;br /&gt;Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-235127178810611880?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/235127178810611880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=235127178810611880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/235127178810611880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/235127178810611880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/10/ends-not-near-its-here.html' title='the end&apos;s not near, it&apos;s here'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4855724934266603673</id><published>2007-10-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:23:41.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couch potato</title><content type='html'>i've been watching alot of drama shows recently. i've just finished the third season of one tree hill and is currently watching the final season of the oc. and guess what, i'd also caught HEROES. it's probabaly one of the coolest tv show i've watched so far. i can't really think of anyone who wouldn't like HEROES. c'mon, EVERYONE loves heroes. and i believe there are many out there, like me, who think they are meant to do something special, though we may never get to be like any of the heroes who possess powers. but just immersing in the world where true turn-me-into-a-rabbit power exists, it's quite enough. just imagine if i'm invisible, or i can actually paint the future, or better still, self regenerate. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love watching drama. i like to immerse myself in other people's world. maybe i'm just bored with my own life. i really think that i'm living a dull and uninteresting life you know? seeking refuge in other's seems so tempting. it just spiced up my life, imaginery life that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i'm such a drama-addict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4855724934266603673?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4855724934266603673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4855724934266603673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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before, but it's slightly different. it's an acoustic version of &lt;strong&gt;chasing cars&lt;/strong&gt;. i first heard this version on grey's anatomy and it totally blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my both thumbs up to the music directors of grey's! the music used in the show is just p-e-r-f-e-c-t. the right song always appear at the right moment, right time, it's no wonder the show's so popular. i really can't wait for season 3. yes, channel 5 is currently showing it, but i've missed the first few episodes. i shall not be tempted to watch it unless i find some way to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have this long break this week, starting from wednesday. tuesday was my birthday and dinner was great. we went to this restaurant &lt;strong&gt;Vittles&lt;/strong&gt;, who claimed they were the pioneers of Cafe Cartel. as the restaurant is situated at quite a deserted place (sembawang cottage), and coupled with the fact that there weren't many customers around, i did have my hesitations at first. but, well, they were true. the food there is way better, especially the pastas. and plus it's definitely much cheaper than Cartel. although the place is slightly&lt;em&gt; ulu&lt;/em&gt;, you'll grow to like it if you're one who is particular about having a quiet and relaxing dinning ambience. oh, did i mention they do not charge GST or service charge?! it's definitely worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a detailed review, you can go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.blogspot.com/2007/09/vittles-excellent-diner-for-whole.html"&gt;http://ieatishootipost.blogspot.com/2007/09/vittles-excellent-diner-for-whole.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_II8xB8Ke_u4/RvC5U2_iByI/AAAAAAAAD80/Z_LWzHJdk5I/s200/Stall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_II8xB8Ke_u4/RvC5U2_iByI/AAAAAAAAD80/Z_LWzHJdk5I/s200/Stall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vittles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;369 Sembawang road #01-05 Sembawang Cottage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;67561138    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vittles.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.vittles.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow, long entry about the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;i must have really liked it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6708279749615956260?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6708279749615956260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6708279749615956260' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-6350452164601566536</id><published>2007-10-13T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:36:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my drive?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really envy people who are so focused with what they are doing and where they are heading. how is it possible to be so disciplined and determined about something? frankly speaking, i have never worked my guts out for anything. i always think i'm giving my best, but i know my best always stretched beyond what i gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this friend who has this national piano competition at the end of the year. although he's in army now, he's never wasted any opportunity to practise. during nights out, or book out, he'll be rushing home, not to catch the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; program or to meet up with friends and chill, but to sit at the piano and til his fingers ached, he'll still be practising. he slogged hard. he really wants to win. he knows he wants to. he's determined to move towards his goals. what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till today, my vision for my own future is still a blur. what do i want in future? what do i want to do? ambitions or dreams or goals, whatever you call them. do i have any of them? perhaps i do. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always distracted. today i may think i want this. the next day, it changes. where's the determination i should have? and even if i have the determination in future, will i ever work as hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about this, i really feel ashamed of myself. the amount of future tenses in this entry is drowning me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>imagine the pain</title><content type='html'>life this week is exciting as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine: 3 emergency cases in just mere 2 days. and i get to send one of the patient, who unfortunately collapsed due to his stupidity (drug abuse), to CGH. and i got to see a live urinary catherisation! they actually inserted a tube, which is about 20cm long and a thickness of a finger, into the urethra. you know? the hole which your urine is passed out? yes, INTO THE HOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagine the PAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: do not do drugs. and never piss medics off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 more e-cases; heat exhaustion and chronic back sprain.&lt;br /&gt;it's really exciting to see real-life incidents like such. and we actually get to practice what we've learnt in bmc and finally understand the power of those knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not right for me to say this, but hopefully there are more e-cases to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4453086097290058591?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4453086097290058591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4453086097290058591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4453086097290058591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4453086097290058591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-this-week-is-exciting-as-hell.html' title='imagine the pain'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2031319635312108218</id><published>2007-09-09T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:04:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping spree</title><content type='html'>i'm in need of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge shopping spree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new shoes. my old nike sneakers are tearing and for god's sake, they look pink instead of white.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new wallet. my old one smells. and my mum had to worsen the situation by spraying HER perfume on the wallet. now it smells feminine.&lt;br /&gt;i need new bottoms. i realised my waistline has reduced and now, all my jeans/pants/berms look like stuff a hiphop rapper would wear.&lt;br /&gt;i need watches. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just a note: i said watchES.&lt;/span&gt; i am a huge watch-freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need money.&lt;br /&gt;how else am i going to get all those stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2031319635312108218?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2031319635312108218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2031319635312108218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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strangers all over again, and when i'm starting to feel comfortable around them, it's time to leave. and then we proceed to a new place, and starts the cycle all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i've graduated from bmc. guys, especially my bunk mates, you'll be missed. and people, i want the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a permanent unit now - 21 SA (singapore artillery). thank god i'm attached to the HQ and there is no need to &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt;! i will be manning the medical centre most of the time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good life, you may think. but kranji mc is one of the busiest medical centre around. i will have tonnes of work to do. but still, it's considered good life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and i will be confined for 2 weeks next week to read up all the directives and standing orders to prepare for my OJT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(on-job training)&lt;/span&gt; test. technically, i am going to be a nurse for the next 1.5 years of my NS liability. wish me good luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy (belated) teachers' day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4674890556747177246?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4674890556747177246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4674890556747177246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4674890556747177246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4674890556747177246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/09/reversed-cycle.html' title='reversed cycle'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-332241659511088587</id><published>2007-08-25T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:32:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different pov</title><content type='html'>i realised that perspectives make a huge difference. two persons may be looking at the same situation but from two different angles, resulting in different conclusions. but that's the beauty of it! if everyone were to have the same point of view, life would be so robotic and boring and slightly too peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, i just received a very interesting email from a friend. it shows how a different perspective can result in different meanings for words from our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp; a fool at the other.&lt;br /&gt;2. Love affairs : Something like cricket where one-day internationals are more popular than a five day test.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage : It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her master&lt;br /&gt;4. Divorce : Future tense of marriage&lt;br /&gt;5. Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water-power.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ecstasy : A feeling when you feel you are going to feel a feeling you have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;8. Classic : A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;9. Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;10. Office : A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;11. Yawn : The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;12. Etc. : A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;13. Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Opportunist : A person who starts taking a bath if he accidentally falls into a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Optimist : A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pessimist :- A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO, Instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY.&lt;br /&gt;17. Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;br /&gt;18. Father : A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;19. Criminal : A guy no different from the rest... except that he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;20. Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just for pure entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;try not to take them seriously. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-332241659511088587?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/332241659511088587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=332241659511088587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/332241659511088587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/332241659511088587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-realise-that-perspectives-make-huge.html' title='a different pov'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4809127346833384716</id><published>2007-08-19T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:47:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IdfMxyrYwmc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IdfMxyrYwmc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this short film is one of the seven which BMW came up with, primarily to, of course, advertise for their cars. this one is directed by guy ritchie and starring clive owen and madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the film is really funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4809127346833384716?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4809127346833384716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4809127346833384716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4809127346833384716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4809127346833384716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/star.html' title='star'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4435860466977295911</id><published>2007-08-19T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:47:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>hung out with staje peeps yesterday at our usual hideout place &lt;strong&gt;island creamery&lt;/strong&gt;. the girls told us about all the interesting campus stories and made me so jealous. uni-life sounds so fun/interesting/unexpected/embarrassing. but these stories will probably happen more often in universities with huge campus like NTU and NUS. somehow, i think SMU will lack the vibrant campus-life which i would really really like to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i met up with my bros/gfs and joan for dinner and movies after that. you know, the old traditions are always the most deep-rooted and most nostalgic. we stuck to it, conjured up an extremely 'interesting' recipe for jo's drink-of-the-day with whatever we deemed right, or rather, wrong. and coupled with 2 dishes of chilli. he nearly puked after that. yes, it's that disgusting. happy birthday jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i have 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;j-u-i-c-&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gossips!&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my mouth shut for now. i'm expecting loads of treats. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4435860466977295911?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4435860466977295911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4435860466977295911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4435860466977295911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4435860466977295911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-1474171882790338501</id><published>2007-08-12T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:59:30.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdosed</title><content type='html'>you know, it's past midnight and technically, it's sunday now. and i can't believe that i did not go anywhere this weekend. (of course, besides getting back into camp cos' of some stupid reason) i actually burnt my long weekend cooping myself at home, staring right at the television, watching this wildly addictive medical drama about 5 surgical interns in seattle. and i'm about to finish season 2, in a span of like what, 3 days? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5xUU.L1GBV0AZEWjzbkF/SIG=13hg2qg5o/EXP=1186941332/**http%3A//www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Greys-Anatomy-DVD-Season-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5xUU.L1GBV0AZEWjzbkF/SIG=13hg2qg5o/EXP=1186941332/**http%3A//www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Greys-Anatomy-DVD-Season-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5myx971GEC0AOxKjzbkF/SIG=12hn9hn0l/EXP=1186941233/**http%3A//greysanatomynews.com/wp-content/greys_anatomy_cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5myx971GEC0AOxKjzbkF/SIG=12hn9hn0l/EXP=1186941233/**http%3A//greysanatomynews.com/wp-content/greys_anatomy_cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grey's anatomy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;you really got me going. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rr3zS0o3zkI/AAAAAAAAADg/mHGRQpsuCT0/s1600-h/OD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097497857946537538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rr3zS0o3zkI/AAAAAAAAADg/mHGRQpsuCT0/s200/OD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is OD.&lt;br /&gt;od's a two-word abbreviation for overdosed, normally referring to drugs. but this buddy is pretty addictive, trust me. and i really enjoy those ipod-ing sessions. really soothes one's drained soul. &lt;strong&gt;audio-therapy&lt;/strong&gt;: that's what i call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god. i actually named my ipod? what's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, this is random. i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1474171882790338501?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1474171882790338501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1474171882790338501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1474171882790338501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1474171882790338501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/overdosed.html' title='overdosed'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rr3zS0o3zkI/AAAAAAAAADg/mHGRQpsuCT0/s72-c/OD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2825120349967646269</id><published>2007-08-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:24:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep all you can</title><content type='html'>and so, i was forced to return to camp because i was caught sleeping in bunk. reached at 0700 and took my time to change, thinking what next. i supposed we had to do some area cleaning, which was what we had to do when we were, unfortunately, caught sleeping. perhaps the entire accommodation block? (that will be scary) plus the admin block? god. what if they ask us to clean all the toilets? or all the training sheds? won't we have to stay through the night to finish up? curiosity got the better of me so i pop the golden question when i met sgt tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm sergeant, what are we supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;he thought for a while, furrowed his brows before saying,&lt;br /&gt;"nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"just stay in your bunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we spent the entire morning in our bunk catching up on all the sleep that we lacked for the past week. i finally understand the feeling of being confined. with absolutely nothing to do but sleep. thank god we were released at about 1300. i can't imagine what i'll become if i have to sleep for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: sleep tactically or you'll sleep your weekend off. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2825120349967646269?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2825120349967646269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2825120349967646269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2825120349967646269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2825120349967646269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-i-was-forced-to-return-to-camp.html' title='sleep all you can'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5052404015804110695</id><published>2007-08-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:25:07.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wired up</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry for not updating for a while. but life in army is pretty much the same. except that my bunk was caught sleeping in bunk when we're supposed to do area cleaning. and now, it's going to burn my deserving long weekend. why is it so easy for people to point out things that are wrong and so difficult to notice the good? it's all luck-dependent, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff happened last weekend. i know it's going to re-surface somehow, but i still kept my fingers crossed, hoping to stop the repeat of the fateful episode. i want it to stop. we want it to stop. but what can we do if our advice are going down the sink. and no matter which way i chose at the end, there's never a happy ending. there will never be a perfect solution. so i took the easy way out: escape. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i sure as hell know that it's going to be a big mistake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but f-k it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am such a coward.&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/3213094361251296592-5052404015804110695?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5052404015804110695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5052404015804110695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5052404015804110695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5052404015804110695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/08/wired-up.html' title='wired up'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-7511643271737551232</id><published>2007-07-28T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:24:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut me up in every way</title><content type='html'>i'm officially paramedic level 1 trained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to be proud of actually. it has never been my dream to be a medic. but now, besides the fact that i'm actually learning something in army, i'm also learning something potentially helpful in future. doing cpr, checking for pulse and breathing quality, bandage and maintain wounds and the different ways of immobilisation to do when one has a fracture... ah, you'll be safe around me in future. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, im currently watching &lt;strong&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/strong&gt;. great drama. great story. definitely very smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7511643271737551232?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7511643271737551232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7511643271737551232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7511643271737551232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7511643271737551232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/cut-me-up-in-every-way.html' title='cut me up in every way'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-737705882028234881</id><published>2007-07-22T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:33:43.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's more than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/436616188_373c1f5c6e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/436616188_373c1f5c6e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transformer is way cooool. i watched the show a second time yesterday and it's indeed worth the money. the special effects are mindblowing, plus the strong storyline, great characters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not forgetting megan fox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/megan_fox/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/transformers/megan_fox/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;phew~ she's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H-O-T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-737705882028234881?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/737705882028234881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=737705882028234881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/737705882028234881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/737705882028234881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='there&apos;s more than meets the eye'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-6152817099345815372</id><published>2007-07-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:28:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the experience</title><content type='html'>picture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; wore his gloves and got ready a "yakult straw", preparing to insert into &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;'s vein. As&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt; proceeds, the tip of the straw made a huge dent on the surface of &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;'s skin before it finally break through the skin. &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; clenched his teeth and flexed his legs. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; inserts further but still did not get any back flow of blood. apparently, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; missed the vein. &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; began to search for the vein with the straw, withdrawing it slightly and inserting it again. the process continues for quite a number of times while &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; helplessly laid beside &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;, with his sound fist clenched, teeth biting on to the jockey cap furiously. but still, no back flow of blood. the sergeant came and helped &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;, doing the same thing as &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; but this time pumping the straw into the hand faster while &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;'s eyes started to tear. after a while, he gave up and told &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;, "withdraw and try again on the other hand." &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; opened his mouth, dumbfounded, and the jockey cap fell from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an experience.&lt;br /&gt;this is what a 16G can do to you. and imagine doing it at least a good six more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all medics, i salute you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-6152817099345815372?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/6152817099345815372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=6152817099345815372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6152817099345815372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/6152817099345815372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/experience.html' title='the experience'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-633405272014263386</id><published>2007-07-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:12:19.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we go round and round and round</title><content type='html'>alright.&lt;br /&gt;first ever stajeworks alumni association general meeting.&lt;br /&gt;(sound cool huh.)&lt;br /&gt;although the turnout wasn't great, but i believe alot were accomplished within the few hours. we managed to draft out our goals/objectives and make a headstart with the programmes we're going to have for the next 2 years or so. true enough, there are certain limitations which we face, but i'm sure as we constantly put in effort and make things work, our brandname will slowly build up. and seeing so many dedicated people going all out for SAA, i'm definitely proud to be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singapore roads definitely require more u-turns, especially on farrer road. it's like a straight road drive to queensway without any u-turn. and it made us (my sis &amp;amp; i) go round and round, searching for a proper u-turn to turn back to adam road. bloody wasted my time. so much for the need to pay road tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i haven't watched &lt;strong&gt;transformers&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm not a fanatic, but from what i've gathered, i believe this is like &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; must-watched movie this year. and i am, by hook or by crook, catching it tomorrow. even if i have to watch it alone, i will. yes, i'm that desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-633405272014263386?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/633405272014263386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=633405272014263386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/633405272014263386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/633405272014263386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-we-go-round-and-round.html' title='when we go round and round and round'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4702269408276917709</id><published>2007-07-08T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:41:43.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live green</title><content type='html'>i think the entire idea of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Live Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;with so many artists coming together to stage a 24 hour non-stop concerts lined up in 7 continents without any incentives, it certainly helped create a stronger awareness for environment protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth is really a vulnerable place. and it is deteoriating by the seconds, especially when so many damages are done to her for both commercial and non-commercial usages. i wouldn't go into details of how global warming can affect us adversely. it is simply too much. click &lt;a href="http://fightglobalwarming.com/dangers.cfm"&gt;http://fightglobalwarming.com/dangers.cfm&lt;/a&gt; for a more detailed description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really ought to stand up and save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;remember, it is the only place where we, humans, can survive in, at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;if we destroy it, how much further can we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell yourself this everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not only today. Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4702269408276917709?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4702269408276917709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4702269408276917709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4702269408276917709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4702269408276917709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-green.html' title='live green'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4918602671292211025</id><published>2007-07-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:27:59.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nights out</title><content type='html'>aren't you surprised why i'm here &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my first ever nights out!&lt;br /&gt;but still, we did have to go through shit before this precious short freedom, though it is nothing compared to what the others are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm not going to spend my time writing a lengthy essay here now. so, have a great night people.&lt;br /&gt;and yes... i'm booking in later.&lt;div 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out'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-2583924631517178266</id><published>2007-07-01T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:40:01.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basics</title><content type='html'>okay, it seems like i'm back to school once again.&lt;br /&gt;i have a total of &lt;strong&gt;thirteen&lt;/strong&gt; textbooks and a multitude of tests.&lt;br /&gt;if NDU has a &lt;u&gt;hell week&lt;/u&gt;, ours is on the 5th week: examination week.&lt;br /&gt;can you freaking believe that?&lt;br /&gt;... and i thought army was supposed to make one stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm fortunate that life's been smooth, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i hung out with my jc classmates today and it's really fun. sometimes, the best form of fun you can have is to sit down and chat with people whom you feel comfortable with. i've heard alot of stories of how classes can be segregated (which is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;very common) and how distant classmates can be. but i'm just glad that i clicked well with mine and we're still able to maintain the relationship. this definitely isn't easy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. i just got a &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; mini water dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm kind of at a loss of how to set up the machine. hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2583924631517178266?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2583924631517178266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2583924631517178266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2583924631517178266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2583924631517178266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-basics.html' title='back to basics'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-3380893723144805106</id><published>2007-06-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:16:30.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move on and be thrilled</title><content type='html'>we took a spin with the new car just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;no heart-skipping or any tinge of insecurity whatsoever. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over to &lt;strong&gt;safra yishun country club&lt;/strong&gt; to get the &lt;strong&gt;kenneth cole&lt;/strong&gt; watch. i was pretty surprised how new and good looking the watch is. it definitely doesn't look like a free gift, which it was! but what i was even more thrilled about was the club itself. it looked very resort-ish and has a nice ambience to it. it's really not what i've expected. i thought it would be some old and &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; club and a swimming pool and... probably that's about it. but after today, i can definitely see myself visiting the clubs in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty- time to move on people.&lt;br /&gt;let's embrace what's coming up for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-3380893723144805106?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/3380893723144805106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=3380893723144805106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3380893723144805106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/3380893723144805106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/move-on-and-be-thrilled.html' title='move on and be thrilled'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-5281252222195463541</id><published>2007-06-23T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:57:47.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it like it's your last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e n v y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the only word to describe my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;my sis just got her new car! it's a &lt;strong&gt;honda jazz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so jealous man. she's just one year older than me and now, she's got her license and a brand new car. what about me? i'm stuck in army for the next good two years. and coming monday, i'll be going to a new camp and starting the getting-to-know-one-another game all over again. life's such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me good luck, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5281252222195463541?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5281252222195463541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5281252222195463541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5281252222195463541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5281252222195463541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-it-like-its-your-last-words.html' title='say it like it&apos;s your last words'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-5641763744606892437</id><published>2007-06-23T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:56:15.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly by</title><content type='html'>it's really amazing how &lt;strong&gt;one week &lt;/strong&gt;can do to burn a BIG hole in your pockets. i'm getting so broke man. have been spending and spending and spending. and the great sale isn't doing much help to reduce my expenditure. now, i'm officially left with $4.20 for the next 2 days. i guess i'll coop myself at home and cook maggi-mee for my meals. argh... life is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm going to &lt;strong&gt;nee soon camp&lt;/strong&gt;. everyone's saying my vocation is kind of &lt;em&gt;jialat&lt;/em&gt;. hopefully it's not as bad as it seems. well, i can't be bothered already. i just hope these two years will fly by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i'm just so looking forward to &lt;u&gt;pay day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5641763744606892437?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2252866509062909332</id><published>2007-06-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:05:41.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little white sailing boat</title><content type='html'>i made a BIG blunder yesterday and if not for shannon's message, i would have completely missed the helmi's play and the loads of fun we had last night. i actually thought that 20th was a thursday and so naturally, i expected the play to be tonight. it's really fortunate that i didn't miss the play, especially&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a little white sailing boat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. the play just totally blew me away. and i definitely learned alot through this production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the play, the stajers (me, shan, xav, mongo and golden showers) had supper together at &lt;strong&gt;makansutra &lt;/strong&gt;and we ended up staying out all night. xavier was a huge spoilsport as he left early. but nevertheless, the rest of the night was fun, although all we did was chat near &lt;strong&gt;marina square&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;largest fountain in the world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nRJmj_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kZOYVsAtPoc/s1600-h/DSCN7611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078440374153154546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nRJmj_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kZOYVsAtPoc/s200/DSCN7611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nhJmkAI/AAAAAAAAADA/330HHkwrBzM/s1600-h/DSCN7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078440378448121858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nhJmkAI/AAAAAAAAADA/330HHkwrBzM/s200/DSCN7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nhJmkBI/AAAAAAAAADI/jQQJhv9TPis/s1600-h/DSCN7618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078440378448121874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nhJmkBI/AAAAAAAAADI/jQQJhv9TPis/s200/DSCN7618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nxJmkCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KgabCYkj8Jw/s1600-h/DSCN7642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078440382743089186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nxJmkCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KgabCYkj8Jw/s200/DSCN7642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-oBJmkDI/AAAAAAAAADY/xt2hPljA2fw/s1600-h/DSCN7643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078440387038056498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-oBJmkDI/AAAAAAAAADY/xt2hPljA2fw/s200/DSCN7643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being around stajers always exudes a comfortable feeling. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2252866509062909332?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2252866509062909332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2252866509062909332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2252866509062909332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2252866509062909332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-white-sailing-boat.html' title='a little white sailing boat'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-USjSYZinKE/Rno-nRJmj_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kZOYVsAtPoc/s72-c/DSCN7611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-7686506721640104091</id><published>2007-06-20T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:15:46.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not exactly fantastic</title><content type='html'>yes, i just watched fantastic 4.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;and it was quite predictable and cliche i would say.&lt;br /&gt;and the movie was SUPER short (one and a half hours).&lt;br /&gt;but luckily the ticket cost 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;phwee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-7686506721640104091?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/7686506721640104091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=7686506721640104091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7686506721640104091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/7686506721640104091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-exactly-fantastic.html' title='not exactly fantastic'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5003755913125792810</id><published>2007-06-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:08:33.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big hole in my pocket</title><content type='html'>i went shopping today!&lt;br /&gt;it's been real llooongg since i've shopped.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kind of happy with the results today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;... i feel so satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never going to have dinner with xavier again. bloody hell. we, or rather, HE took a freaking long time to choose. we walked amk hub like 50 times (okay, that's exaggerating.) before settling with this deserted noodle house which serves food that you'll never want to taste a second time. (no wonder it's deserted. we should have known.) anyway, thank goodness the food is cheap. but still, a second time is definitely a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. hanging out with 08 guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fantastic 4&lt;/strong&gt;... HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5003755913125792810?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5003755913125792810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5003755913125792810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5003755913125792810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5003755913125792810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-shopping-today-its-been-real.html' title='big hole in my pocket'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-1224608016979226983</id><published>2007-06-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:09:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of my life</title><content type='html'>happy fathers' day!&lt;br /&gt;family dinner was my treat today.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a freaking expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hundred and fifty nine dollars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- great sale on the go! totally the right time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-1224608016979226983?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/1224608016979226983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=1224608016979226983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1224608016979226983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/1224608016979226983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-of-my-life.html' title='time of my life'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-505092292570169269</id><published>2007-06-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T03:06:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough</title><content type='html'>i just realise i'm a very lazy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Pirates of The Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/strong&gt; is not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not as good.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's working well in the box-office.&lt;br /&gt;so, filmmakers are happy and audience are pleased.&lt;br /&gt;that's what matter.&lt;br /&gt;f-k the critics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-505092292570169269?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/505092292570169269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=505092292570169269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/505092292570169269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/505092292570169269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-enough.html' title='good enough'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5834039347802485067</id><published>2007-06-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:23:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess where am i</title><content type='html'>finally. i'm no longer a recruit. and i won't be going back to tekong anytime soon. it should be a happy thing. but somehow, i miss my bunk. or rather, i miss the companion i had every night before going to bed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hung out with elly just now. haha. it was fun, with all the stupid jokes and that gigantic swordfish collar we had at fish and co. then we met bush and his oh-so-not-bushy hair. haha. he's shopping at &lt;strong&gt;Guess&lt;/strong&gt;, which i think is his usual hangout place. rich kid &lt;em&gt;arh&lt;/em&gt;. haha. anyway, i really need to do some shopping, especially since it's the GSS! my wardrobe needs some new additions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;i finally got hold of maroon 5's &lt;strong&gt;it won't be soon before long&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it better be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5834039347802485067?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5834039347802485067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5834039347802485067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5834039347802485067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5834039347802485067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='guess where am i'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213094361251296592.post-2725940328580332041</id><published>2007-06-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:17:02.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the pictures</title><content type='html'>i just had a movie marathon; caught 2 movies in a day. granted, tickets were expensive (it's the weekend), but the money was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/zodiac/zodiacposterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/zodiac/zodiacposterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/ocean_s_thirteen/_group_photos/andy_garcia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="296" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/ocean_s_thirteen/_group_photos/andy_garcia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into the cinema and caught &lt;strong&gt;zodiac, &lt;/strong&gt;without knowing what to expect. it actually turned out to be more than a pleasant surprise. the movie was sophisticated and compelling and it really grips you from the start til the end. true enough, the movie consists of like a thousand and one characters (you'll often mix up the people and their names) and was rather complicated at some parts. this dialogue-driven film just kept going on and on and it was rather difficult to catch up with what was delivered. but the overall story and the dark humour just kept me wanting for more. and to get better understanding, i'll be watching it again; this time with subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for ocean's thirteen. what can i say? this film was way, way too cool. i've never watched the previous installment and thus was rather hesitant when my friends wanted to catch it. it proved to be more than a good choice. the storyline was simple and the script was funny, though not exactly the HAHAHA-type of funny. the film was intelligent and well-casted. it must have cost a fortune to produce such a movie. anyway, this is good stuff. even if you, like me, have not watched the first two installments, go for it still. it's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really pleased with myself for watching two great films today. it's been long since i've spent such quality time in theatres, and with great company as well. it's always fun to hang out people whom you're comfortable with. even if we say nothing to each other, we know we enjoyed the company. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-2725940328580332041?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/2725940328580332041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=2725940328580332041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2725940328580332041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/2725940328580332041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/caught-in-pictures.html' title='caught in the pictures'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-4083954834387411297</id><published>2007-06-09T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:43:58.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaiser chiefs</title><content type='html'>i'm currently addicted to music by kaiser chiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are an british band from leeds and they were formed early in 1997, although they only produced 2 albums to date. i first got to know them through the song "Na Na Na Na Naah" in the fifth soundtrack of the popular tv series "The OC".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2f/KaiserChiefsEmployment.jpg/119px-"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="141" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2f/KaiserChiefsEmployment.jpg/119px-" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/63/KaiserChiefs-YoursTrulyAngryMob.jpg/120px-"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="139" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/63/KaiserChiefs-YoursTrulyAngryMob.jpg/120px-" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the album on the left "Employment" is their debut album and the one on the left "Yours Truly, Angry Mob" is their sophomore album. notable hits from the albums are "everyday i love you less and less", "ruby", "heat dies down", "everything is average nowadays".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think you should listen to their stuff. it's really pretty good. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-4083954834387411297?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/4083954834387411297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=4083954834387411297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4083954834387411297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/4083954834387411297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/kaiser-chiefs.html' title='kaiser chiefs'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-8474672967636364780</id><published>2007-06-03T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:05:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the sky</title><content type='html'>this long weekend break just flew past real fast.&lt;br /&gt;(i was only just getting the hang of it!)&lt;br /&gt;and now, in a couple of hours' time... Welcome to P. Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did not have a fruitful weekend break. didn't do what i had planned to do. it's kind of wasted. but i've finally made a decision. (or rather, &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to make one.) hope it proved to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm graduating from being a REC to a PTE in about more than a week's time! but i wonder what vocation i'm going to enter. hopefully, life will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and just a note, &lt;strong&gt;fruitips &lt;/strong&gt;is real addictive. time to cut down on it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-8474672967636364780?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/8474672967636364780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=8474672967636364780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8474672967636364780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/8474672967636364780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/blast-from-sky.html' title='blast from the sky'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-5675400526559748487</id><published>2007-06-02T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:36:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This'n'That - you can learn it at WTFmagic.com!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tScm-eZInBE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tScm-eZInBE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i came across this superb magic card trick a few months ago and think i should share it with you guys. so, turn up the volume, listen to what the man's gonna say, and amaze yourself. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-5675400526559748487?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/5675400526559748487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=5675400526559748487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5675400526559748487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/5675400526559748487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-you-can-learn-it-at-wtfmagiccom_02.html' title='This&amp;#39;n&amp;#39;That - you can learn it at WTFmagic.com!'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3213094361251296592.post-722334552455390048</id><published>2007-05-27T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:56:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Love is always patient and kind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never jealous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never rude or selfish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not take offense and is not resentful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213094361251296592-722334552455390048?l=extod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/feeds/722334552455390048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213094361251296592&amp;postID=722334552455390048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/722334552455390048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213094361251296592/posts/default/722334552455390048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extod.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>o.d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959203892507528131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
