<?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-32452031</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:46:37.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>314</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2000579949717274917</id><published>2009-04-12T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:15:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, I've moved to &lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-dawn.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2000579949717274917?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2000579949717274917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2000579949717274917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2000579949717274917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2000579949717274917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-9113820327112278378</id><published>2009-04-06T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:58:11.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Henry and I wandered around Botanical gardens the whole morning yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scouting on possible activities around the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of progress here, and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But need more brain juice to think =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it rained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sharp contrast from yesterday haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite hard for me to say it, I'm really unsure about the reactions, but then there isn't much a choice isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better to just say it than letting dribble of information spread around like gossips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very glad that I can put my trust into both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel... relieved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks man, for sharing the load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope that we can work something out before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-9113820327112278378?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/9113820327112278378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6317936204411758756</id><published>2009-04-02T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:11:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-,- phew, long days before that...&lt;div&gt;I think I can forget about posting about last week's Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not typing out a freakin autobiography here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can already see SOT already transforming Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After just a week, he became so much different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, and on Saturday, went to the park beside JP to help out with the Children's Church Easter egg hunt event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it ended up being the guys helping with the chairs and the ladies planting the eggs all over the park. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool plastic eggs with prize redemption coupons inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colour made the entire park look like something out of the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eggs glued to plants, playground obstacles... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gigantic egg hunt obstacle course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we defended the eggs from random park goers under the sizzling sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Least tiring part, but it made my skin sizzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the eggs were real, they would had been hard boiled already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a bit of intro, and a &lt;i&gt;swarm &lt;/i&gt;of kids formed behind the starting line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the horn sounded, it looked like an epic battle out of the Lord of the Rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swarm descended upon the eggs, leaving none behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was first a battlefield sprinkled with colours was stripped bare into nothing more than the plant life who were glad that the swarm were not locusts but leetle kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an awesome sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, strikeforce came on stage to drum up the atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Ron and Damian there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should have turned off the microphone, haha, the drummers are looouud. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for service, it was really something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to agree with Ron, it's the most powerful &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Easter haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, regarding the current issue that is literally orbiting me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really hope that this whole thing can be stabilized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It isn't something I expect to experience in church. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;But, well, I suppose since I'm somehow dragged into it, I should do the best I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;But really, there is only so much that I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seems like this.... circumstance actually has faith and science colliding in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ron and Henry, you get what I mean right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the&lt;i&gt; bright&lt;/i&gt; side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I guess I learnt something that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking sun burnt (totally red and all) and tired at the end of the day really gives people the impression that you are drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5806278311364591606</id><published>2009-03-29T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:56:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind self to post abt the loooong sunday when I'm awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5806278311364591606?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5806278311364591606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5806278311364591606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5806278311364591606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5806278311364591606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/remind-self-to-post-abt-loooong-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-419438569742574697</id><published>2009-03-29T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:56:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally knocked out until late on Saturday.&lt;div&gt;Superbly tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekdays were quite a challenge with the understaffing =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really ridiculous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, nothing that can be done about that at the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, interesting message today on the macro level, unlike the usual that centres upon us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it's not always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bigger picture for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate dinner at this place in bugis, I tried the curry noodles thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that spicy, but the curry IS rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somehow some of the other guys ended up on a weird sort of conversation flow that ended up with what I heard as some argument about Chinamen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I soon found out that I totally misheard it and I realized that the conversation was weirder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-419438569742574697?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/419438569742574697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=419438569742574697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/419438569742574697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/419438569742574697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/totally-knocked-out-until-late-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7838726939130163922</id><published>2009-03-29T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:54:58.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the Men United men's meeting last Friday.&lt;div&gt;Haha, the queue looks like NS enlistment day before the haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with no women around... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started with a competition with a bunch of buff guys competing on who can &lt;i&gt;tear the most shirts off their bodies&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah macho and all, but personally I think it is more suited to pander as fan service for women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that the whole place was filled with guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the most muscular guy is the one that ironically has the most difficulty tearing the clothes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clothes too tight to the rippling muscles eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came some kind of ironman pushup+situp+burpee challenge between another group of guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came a plywood breaking challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one got Pastor Phil so pumped up that he had a go with it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah man, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I suppose the absence of women meant that there was certain liberty in what can be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, women might get offended?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I to say anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, nothing degradatory was said, maybe certain &lt;i&gt;uncomfortable truths&lt;/i&gt; hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, we MEN must be strong and stay united.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the lead and setting the example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 of suicides of young people in Australia are men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very simple, but still we have and must not hide our problems inside of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if society have trends like: "men should be strong", "boys should not cry",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is ironically the cause of weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain things to be learnt from the double X chromosomers, such as sharing of problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, something funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the inspiration, we exited the place to a huge manly jam at the reception area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining (A medium drizzle, not like lightning and gales...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got to be kidding me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently most had not enough courage pumped up to suffer the rainy night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7838726939130163922?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7838726939130163922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7838726939130163922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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always hungry and tired (and later full and bloated) in the evening, I decided that it's rather dumb to jog at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 9pm, and woke at 4am and did all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty energetically successfuly I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering the fact that I had to be at camp early for DS and that it ended rather late in the evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really get that tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I can get by it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5025725624902219101?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5413045366741059055</id><published>2009-03-23T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:06:36.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sick the entire weekend...&lt;div&gt;Figured that I spent more than 50% of the entire 2 days in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely knocked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went svc on Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then knocked out again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, at least the sleep was the best yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, a fresh Monday because of my hibernation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick recovery hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pity my weekend is quite smashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5413045366741059055?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5413045366741059055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5413045366741059055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5413045366741059055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5413045366741059055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-sick-entire-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8573438158719953999</id><published>2009-03-23T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:03:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Dinner with Mister Tay at Marina Square Swedsens.&lt;div&gt;What are the odds of us being in the same area at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda crowded for a Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be because of the fashion show nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but I felt that it's like meeting an old friend from across raging seas, scorching deserts and treacherous mountaintops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Singapore is kinda small, but it seems like that sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People can be so near and yet so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't we all too caught up with everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on and on, getting on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pity it's hard to find time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I observed that I have more time with schooling people than working people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was that little meeting between 2 working individuals a sign of things to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of another phase in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of many things that we wish they last, they can only last if we all put in effort and place it in the pinnacle of our priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose for most of us, we do not have a reason to really meet up anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more to make time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we bear to make the effort?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes, that isn't the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8573438158719953999?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8573438158719953999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8573438158719953999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8573438158719953999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8573438158719953999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-dinner-with-mister-tay-at-marina.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7435849486857669690</id><published>2009-03-23T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:47:59.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll  continue from Thursday.&lt;div&gt;Zoe conference at riverwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I still remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dance crash course that some of us technically gate crashed into... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of course that incident that I probably wouldn't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I can be patient and close one eye, but I have been quite exasperated lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't cross the line, don't cross the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DON'T cross the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfortunate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate you trying to mediate it Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've gotten over that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can understand what I can never tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's unfortunate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wish you can understand exactly why I lashed out like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't cause you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7435849486857669690?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-709426176671340575</id><published>2009-03-18T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:07:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay ORD loh, for the other pple that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, it's been an exhausting week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna rest or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I'm on leave tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sort of celebrated Adam's birthday yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we didn't exactly manage to play L4D together, it has been a nice night around Clementi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda surprised that he happened to be free, I guess he can't be busy 24/7 hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MMmmm Mmmmm We ate at Mos burger, I resisted Ronaldo tearing apart that juicy chunk of chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I got pass the worst, Henry lost control and ended up with more chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nvm, I resisted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope there'll be more contact opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is this the beginning of the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of everyone moving on to their own lives, and their own circles and worlds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-709426176671340575?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7787758488753052010</id><published>2009-03-15T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:08:58.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the bright side, the vet found nothing wrong with her reproductive system so far.&lt;div&gt;They found that she had an incidental flu yeah,  so nothing serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have to wait for the stool sample results and to give a urine sample (might need a bit of reflexes to get.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then personally I don't think the blood came from the urine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it is so, the blood will be pooled at one spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However the blood stains are splashed around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It either means that the bleeding came from another orifice or she had an incontinence of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kind of relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I checked with my mom and she like around 12 years of age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it been that long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I take things for granted until it smacks you in the face that you are gonna lose the things you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody is gonna die some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's quite hard to picture that upon everyone I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's difficult to face a reality that will happen a long time from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only until it's at the doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will it take for one to love like it's the last day on Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7787758488753052010?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7787758488753052010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7787758488753052010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7787758488753052010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7787758488753052010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-bright-side-vet-found-nothing-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4848113285530882029</id><published>2009-03-15T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:41:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find the svc today refreshing.&lt;div&gt;AND my bro brought pizza home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, brb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky I ate only mee sua for dinner, if not I couldn't have finished the pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I got an answer today on what to do regarding a certain issue during svc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I believe it's a right message to share in an increasingly self centred, intolerant world we live in, let it be work, society, or even church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The church is for the unsaved, not for the members to get comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4848113285530882029?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4848113285530882029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4848113285530882029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4848113285530882029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4848113285530882029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-find-svc-today-refreshing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3619677631788957924</id><published>2009-03-14T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:02:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the time I woke up today, the blood has already been cleaned up.&lt;div&gt;Let me start from the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SbvK_C3j0bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cpNmNdZKdFU/s320/3rabbits.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313063369864106418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right: Sakura, Blacky, Bicky(Deceased)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And no I did not get the order wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway... my mom found Sakura with her stomach blood stained with the bedding totally bloodied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She checked her for injuries(no visible) and then bathed her clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She figured that she had a heavy menstrual flow that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did think that she might be getting into menopause since she's kinda old, so it was very irregular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then I checked online only to find out that rabbits do not menstruate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it might be the beta carotene from the things she ate (carrot???) or uterine cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure whether to take her to see the vet... That morning she was breathing heavily, now she looks fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I believe she was not spayed at all, so the odds of cancer are high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like a complete idiot now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, considering how one website stated that up to 85% of unspayed female rabbits develop uterine cancer by the age of 4, it's miracle that she went waaaaay past 4 and yet remain quite healthy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno, will I be committing passive euthanasia of sorts if I do nothing about it? Since she's already near the end of her life span...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, I suppose it's the common Achilles heel among rabbits, their "gene survival strategy" of fast reproductivity until certain death by predators is a successful wild life strategy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But for domesticated rabbits, their lifespan exceeds the wild rabbits' because of the lack of predators (duh.) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the "overworked" uterus of the rabbit develops cancer from it's orginally high level of uterus lining regeneration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which sorts of prove that evolution does not result in positive traits to the individual organisms, but in fact, positive traits to the reproductive success of it's genes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which makes the body just a vessel to keep the genes alive to the next generation, nevermind that those traits will eventually kill the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suppose rabbits are never meant to be domesticated without spaying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unless they get genetically modified or spayed always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My other rabbit Blacky was spayed to prevent him from mounting the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He ended up becoming a timid fat sloth that hoards food and an attention deficit imbecile who will nip at Sakura for no good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm rather annoyed that such a ball-less rabbit can be a complete arse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe his character is already like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's because he's male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was kinda afraid to leave home today, I did not know whether her condition might get worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My 1st rabbit died while I was meddling with my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still regretful that I did not check on the matriach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh what to do now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3619677631788957924?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3619677631788957924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3619677631788957924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3619677631788957924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3619677631788957924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-time-i-woke-up-today-blood-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SbvK_C3j0bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cpNmNdZKdFU/s72-c/3rabbits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1660568026723024732</id><published>2009-03-10T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:25:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I did the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1660568026723024732?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1660568026723024732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1660568026723024732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1660568026723024732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1660568026723024732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-i-did-right-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5827228774058399224</id><published>2009-03-09T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:54:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose at one point of time, we played a little too much L4D until we got sick of killing zombies =.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah, and that's how my Sunday got squandered away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my spectacles are undergoing repair and I have to wear the gawky thick black ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is only so many things I can do. Today I realized 1st hand the reality that I'm dealing with.  It is scary sometimes. I guess the world exists in a wide spectrum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess I will have to leave it to those who know it best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The human mind IS a complex thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do wonder whether I should've tried more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my position, the relationship might get improper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What on earth is the right thing to do when "right" is relative to one's perception???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; I don't know what to do now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like a traitor sometimes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do hope that I will be forgiven, I did what I did for the best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, screw the fallacy, if you're gonna take a guess at that, you're probably wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5827228774058399224?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5827228774058399224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5827228774058399224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5827228774058399224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5827228774058399224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suppose-at-one-point-of-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7267622439519889257</id><published>2009-03-05T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:14:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekdays pass like streams of water.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, It's rather dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I thought of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom once told me that during her time in school, there was this essay she had to write about "what life will be like in the year 2000".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said everyone wrote about flying cars, space travel and robotic house help etc etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much like these articles: &lt;a href="http://www.pixelmatic.com.au/2000/"&gt;http://www.pixelmatic.com.au/2000/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a href="http://davidszondy.com/future/Living/life_2000.htm"&gt;http://davidszondy.com/future/Living/life_2000.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now it's well past that and I am still missing my robomaid and our space shuttle is still in use since the 1970s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No flying cars, no space holidays, no travellators on streets other than in airports and Douby Ghaut MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. Such a letdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research and development becoming sluggish because of patent rights maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it's a good thing to be awarded "copyright" for your inventions and royalties to boot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, with people patenting every single new technological or biological technique, it's becoming very difficult for people to actually CREATE something useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, you have this great idea, but you'll have to go through the patents of many many other so called "inventions" (which can be nothing more than the discovery of a certain gene).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; adrenaline and insulin were patented before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no cure for cancer since an eternity ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more than just human greed, it's that there's this expectancy for one to be rewarded for their efforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfortunate that the regulations that encourages R&amp;amp;D actually impedes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7267622439519889257?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7267622439519889257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7267622439519889257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7267622439519889257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7267622439519889257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekdays-pass-like-streams-of-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3565516025286591030</id><published>2009-03-03T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:02:33.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt something wet on my stomach, and I realized that I was bleeding.&lt;div&gt;Clutching my abdomen, I unbuttoned my shirt to realize that my belly button was bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-,- Ok. That was an orifice that I least expect to bleed from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky I found out early and cleaned it up or I'll have to spend the day looking like I got shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what happened, but it seems that someone had&lt;i&gt; stabbed me in the belly button with something sharp&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, but I only bled today, I don't recall being attacked anytime these 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it was odd, it stung a little, but at least it brightened up my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3565516025286591030?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3565516025286591030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3565516025286591030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3565516025286591030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3565516025286591030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-felt-something-wet-on-my-stomach-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6617210375404097834</id><published>2009-03-02T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:25:51.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be out exercising or something, oh... screw it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, on a bright and sunny Sunday, Nat and I met up at the new Pioneer Station to walk to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty decent, not too bad, about a kilometre according to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tapao lunch and ate at a playground at the nearby void deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically on a such a nice Sunday afternoon, the only people at the playground were us and a random assortment of adults slacking and chilling there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the absence of kids show that the kids are all wanting to grow up, and the adults all wanting to be younger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaaay.... we ended up too early because of a whole bundle of issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we slacked in the level 4 cafe and watched a little boy butcher a chair by using it as a bulldozer, and sliding it lopsided across the entire carpeted floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after half an hour, I began to wonder whether the child had ran out of juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it wasn't so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had JW's baptism ceremony at the rooftop pool, barely in time before the rain came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope kids do not do what I heard they do in the pool on other days...= . =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, lots of people anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, I can't stop laughing now cos Henry finally noticed the facebook pictures....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Deep breath....-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Henry ran away from the picture taking while Jing Wei is painstakingly biting an apple while holding a candle, the card and book we gave her, and a towel around her neck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fixed by photoshop. AHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went exploring to the Leftest end of the MRT line where there is absolutely no shopping centre, but only industrial estates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at JP, while it raaaaaained.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Roy and I went for a haircut, the auntie overcut my hair =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I admit it's my fault, I have no idea about all the hair cutting jargons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a phone with too many features...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I cut at the shophouse barber shop near my block where it's idiot proof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6617210375404097834?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6617210375404097834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6617210375404097834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6617210375404097834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6617210375404097834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-be-out-exercising-or-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6818744542002930527</id><published>2009-03-01T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:55:00.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helped Henry after cgm with some compo he had to write.&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the composition required him to input his personal experiences...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... we can only help him so much, unless it's cooking up an entire story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't BELIEVE, that I spent the entire night behaving like a Guatemala Bay interrogator, trying to dig things out so that something may be typed out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the verge of considering torture when he managed to say something relevant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it was only the next morning that it happened =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I slept for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, svc was excellent, finally the secrets of women (and men too by extension) have been unleashed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the whole hall was a freezing blizzard, Ps Kong finally arrived, successfully circumnavigating a road accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I will miss the drama team, they performed exceptionally well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss the weekend soap operas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I seriously think my rabbits should learn a thing or 2 from the svc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6818744542002930527?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6818744542002930527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6818744542002930527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6818744542002930527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6818744542002930527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/helped-henry-after-cgm-with-some-compo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6991174047939357040</id><published>2009-03-01T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:30:37.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, an incident on another blog made me realize that online attacks are still quite common.&lt;div&gt;The internets have not changed much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose if one can get away with it, one will do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me ponder about all my online articles when I end up working..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I will have to lock, edit or delete everything at that point of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't be helped I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6991174047939357040?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6991174047939357040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6991174047939357040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6991174047939357040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6991174047939357040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-incident-on-another-blog-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1544570241830790310</id><published>2009-02-28T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:49:18.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll mention about this very special hawker centre which is quite near my camp.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That very place has at LEAST 2 drink stalls per 20 metres, and it's very competitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are about at least 6 of those stalls within an area half the size of a soccer field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this one section where the hawkers will bring you to your seats, then instantly several of them will come and ask for your drink and your choice of chicken rice, and everything is served within a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it's even faster than fast food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With great service too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that such seemingly suicidal competition (2 chicken rice stalls only a few stalls away...) have caused the team of hawkers to unite together and work as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32452031-1544570241830790310?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1544570241830790310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1544570241830790310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1544570241830790310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1544570241830790310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-ill-mention-about-this-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2738615293904216842</id><published>2009-02-25T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:36:24.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This seems to be a very very long lull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting the urgh to just give up and grow fat like everyone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting stupid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, at least I've not defaulted going to the gym, though I've not been running at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like... So damn difficult to run late at night, cos I have to wait for my food to digest 1st, plus I'm too hungry to do anything before dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checkmate eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess on the other hand, I have to eat more too, or my ribs will show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess using ribcage visibility as a gauge is effective if I get too fanatical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2738615293904216842?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2738615293904216842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2738615293904216842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2738615293904216842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2738615293904216842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-seems-to-be-very-very-long-lull.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2167147314765090056</id><published>2009-02-22T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:20:53.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed the fact that my revived computer is responsive within a second after reaching the desktop screen from bootup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've patched windows, registry cleaned, and strategically defragged my HDD.&lt;br /&gt;All those little things that I've learned but unable to apply successfully to the previous lives of my home desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that if I can compare my computer to a life, all that wisdom learned through mistakes and trial and errors can result in an almost perfect life, like a perfect game, a perfect configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity that we can't relive our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We can't restart our lives like how we reformat hard disks.&lt;br /&gt;We can't change the circumstances that we are born into like how we choose computer parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can change the circumstances while we are living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if even if we can't press the back button, we still have the power to change our lives, our surroundings, impact our radius.&lt;br /&gt;And that's something that computers can't really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that matters a lot in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2167147314765090056?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2167147314765090056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2167147314765090056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2167147314765090056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2167147314765090056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-enjoyed-fact-that-my-revived-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8190645736507164028</id><published>2009-02-22T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:12:30.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess, I think I should mention this, but then a blog is NOT a diary.&lt;br /&gt;It's a We&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;b Log&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, I'll probably dumb things down too much to be considered truthful or even have content that isn't full of cotton wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'll try my best not to be an idiot this time round and cause calamities of misinterpretations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed I've been asked, why am I not yet in a relationship or anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm not really intending to.&lt;br /&gt;For almost 400 days from now that is =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes I wonder why I got into the watermelon thing in the 1st  place.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, maybe, a lack of fulfillment?&lt;br /&gt;At least I tasted the cookie =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think now, getting into any potentially situation that can be as messy as melted chocolate can be quite difficult for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured there isn't much time for me on my part.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really start anything new, let alone commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many stupid stupid things I've done waaaay back, dumb decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unless somehow an epic beauty with a great character threw herself at me, I'll probably not break that rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8190645736507164028?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8828081965873817938</id><published>2009-02-22T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:50:10.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am in Ron's place with Adam.&lt;br /&gt;No I did not sneak inside like a certain fellow =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what are we gonna do, sleep?&lt;br /&gt;It's already late, I guess they'll have to study too...&lt;br /&gt;I hope Henry is studying...&lt;br /&gt;I'll spy on facebook hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Nope he's not there, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days seems like all other.&lt;br /&gt;Except Fridays and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;But the weekdays, seems so.... undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose come March, I'll have a harder time at work after a bunch of pple O R D.&lt;br /&gt;Faced with a reality that taking leave may seem all but impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, even one guy said that my situation was FUBARed after hearing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I guess it's better to treat everyday like a party since nothing can probably be done about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8828081965873817938?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8828081965873817938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8828081965873817938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8828081965873817938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8828081965873817938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-am-in-rons-place-with-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6656446557877770445</id><published>2009-02-18T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:09:39.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Com is repaired yay. =.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh heck, lets see what I missed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, a flock of about a dozen green birds, looking from a distance like lories or parrots, landed on a tree near the NUS field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fascinating, the world is kinda loopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be the stupid weather, now it's haze caused by OUR fires this time =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, it's like the end of the world =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless it's just that our media has gotten a lot more effective in bringing us the doom and gloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's probably it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, oh yeah, today, when I was approaching a zebra crossing, I saw a trailer turning the lane at quite a fast speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stopped at the side to let him pass cos he can't possibly stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that genius, noticing me, instead, tried to brake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately he was carrying 2 gigantic concrete slabs, and the momentum shook those slabs slighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plume of dust hit me, the support cables of the slabs snapped. The concrete shaking precariously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to be nice and you tried to crush me under the greatest tombstone ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6656446557877770445?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6656446557877770445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6656446557877770445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6656446557877770445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6656446557877770445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/com-is-repaired-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3071847670007657337</id><published>2009-02-15T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:44:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm using Ron's computer, that's why my words appear here duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day where almost everything counts in 2s.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it'll help the economy and our dwindling population at least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck, sniff sniff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, svc was excellent, covering the 2-3/5 needs of men and women.&lt;br /&gt;I dun care how probably how squeamish it may be to some people, but it's the undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it can be called a national effort.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the reason this topic surfaced was because of an unnatural level of matrimonial screw ups.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting couples aren't too easy since it's slightly tougher to sieve out those who sway one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this one dude with a bush of roses half the body size of his partner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering whether he can even see her through the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Roy for the treat for us all.&lt;br /&gt;I think we all enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie at Westmall with Ron and Rio, cos for today, 2 is suspicious, 3 is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think the ticket seller thought the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Cos Rio was still on the way here, Ron and I decided to get the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;And the lady was like "2 tickets..." without asking us =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Pink Panther 2...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny, I dunno whether it's because of the french accent or the gags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3071847670007657337?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3071847670007657337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3071847670007657337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3071847670007657337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3071847670007657337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-yeah-im-using-rons-computer-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6348467201418357933</id><published>2009-02-15T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:05:02.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I  probably can't really post much since my computer asploded and I really am not too inclined to getting it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess more time for other stuff now then.&lt;br /&gt;I can sacrifice that.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe eventually i've to get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is begging to watch Youtube on it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, it' really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better cover Fri to Sun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've noticed that every morning a flock of birds, those medium sized white ones with long necks, will usually end up on the NUS field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite interesting to see herds of birds instead of cows grazing at the field.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm saying seeing cows in NUS will be normal...&lt;br /&gt;It's like some manifestation of Dr Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, probably lots of insects in the field, according to Mr. Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally I see a whole stretch of white fluffy cotton wool substance the size of a cheese prata, with dozens of them within a metre of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer inspection revealed that they are spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;But if the normal "webby" spider webs are comparable to houses, those cotton wool webs look like they're the slums of spiderville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of spiders in one place is mindblowing.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really so much grub for them to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a killing field for you if you're 6 legged and tiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6348467201418357933?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6348467201418357933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6348467201418357933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6348467201418357933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6348467201418357933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-probably-cant-really-post-much-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1561224437799924473</id><published>2009-02-11T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:51:53.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at Ron's place Saturday nite with Adam, played Starcraft, and camped out at the lan shop later for L4D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly lost my Ez link card -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found it at the lan shop on Sunday phew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, at least I managed to get a gym schedule working on Mon-Wed-Fri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, anyway went night gaming with Ron, Adam, Henry yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great little shop tucked away somewhere in Clementi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad it's getting very very affordable, I still remember the olden days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour cost 4 bucks then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's lesser than 50% of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My department crew had a birthday celebration for Will.i.am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a big dinner somewhere in B-Vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I guess I've nothing much to post about yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's my weekdays then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1561224437799924473?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1561224437799924473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1561224437799924473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1561224437799924473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1561224437799924473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-at-rons-place-saturday-nite-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2121051001470195330</id><published>2009-02-08T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:02:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Analogy!! ANALOGY!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ANALOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;div&gt;Hehe great of Henry to bought and brought back a whole lot of candies and chocolate and snacks from Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  yeah, it's a sort of a bittersweet thing, all good things must come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Svc today was special, part 1 of the 5 part Valentine's Day specials ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, I suppose it doesn't really apply to us &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly about married life, give and take, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;human instinct &lt;/span&gt;(=p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm wondering if my camp has any celebrations to commemorate next Sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe probably not, since it's not exactly a public holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least November babies are likely to be conceived on this special month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder whether November has a spike of births yearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, this is really the season of fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate another reunion dinner buffet today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to run more =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah reminds me of the other time I was in my unit's gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried out some of the machines, most especially one that trained my inner thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, then for the next few days, I had aching legs, rather awkward since I can run without trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But walking is an agony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, guess I have fat thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it means that I've not exactly used those muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2121051001470195330?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2121051001470195330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2121051001470195330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2121051001470195330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2121051001470195330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/analogy-analogy-analogy-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3676615644159357490</id><published>2009-02-04T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:10:08.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I was quite upset over the unmentionable.&lt;div&gt;Felt better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll use an &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/analogy"&gt;analogy&lt;/a&gt; instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine this, a mother had a child taken away from her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But no one will tell her why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet she was told that her child may be given back to her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was told to do challenging things, so that her child might be hers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She went as instructed to a far away land to ask for her child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the wise men there told her that her child was not their responsibility.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obstacles, seemingly intentional, were placed in her path.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She fought all the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the end, overcoming all odds, she asked for her child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was no reply.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the end, they tried to praise her for her effort when she confronted them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But she was impatient.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Where is my child?" she cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your child cannot be given to you. It is beyond our control" came the reply, clinical and cold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the original soul that gave her the mission was now gone, away to another land/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What else can she do... for she had been played, and toyed around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her child was already dead from the beginning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yet they had hidden the truth from her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the better they might thought, but the anguish of worry, the faint &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lisp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; of hope that she grasped at... the determination &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in spite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; of it all... comes to nought.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She felt betrayed, saddened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet it was a uplifting feeling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was free at last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It has ended.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now life goes on...&lt;/i&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/32452031-3676615644159357490?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3676615644159357490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3676615644159357490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3676615644159357490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3676615644159357490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh-i-was-quite-upset-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1764135953887011566</id><published>2009-02-04T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:55:20.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I was rather disappointed with something...&lt;div&gt;But I'll go to it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt some kind of maniacal pleasure when I read that the S u n s h i n e E m p i r e guys got charged for running a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponzi#The_Ponzi_scheme"&gt;ponzi scheme...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_Madoff"&gt;Bernard Madoff&lt;/a&gt; who caused his trusting victims to kill themselves over their epic losses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, maybe they're not &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt; convicted, but the Straits Times already dug up so much mud about the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll presume it's because they aren't afraid of getting sued for that article because of the odds that the accused are probably guilty =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen their place before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone I know tried to sell me the package ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see so many people of all ages, old men to youngsters, sucking  up to the money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus a super fine print contract that I was told wasn't relevant to fret over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm kinda glad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's best that such things be stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human greed screwing over the entire world is something that must not happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1764135953887011566?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1764135953887011566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1764135953887011566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1764135953887011566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1764135953887011566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh-i-was-rather-disappointed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6763978383514172566</id><published>2009-02-02T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:25:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Shhhh*&lt;div&gt;lol, omg they're actually fixing the staircase idiocracy in my common corridor by building a slope over them haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a REAL solution...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently someone went several levels more nuclear than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently that person went all the way to inform them of their epic fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, and the internet problem somehow disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's scary when you complain about something here and then it disappears like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is Uncle Sam watching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I played a game of starcraft with Adam... He has gotten really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, and I managed to survive lunchtime on salad from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wuhaha, it proves that I might as well be comatose in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the cost of living just got lower by a huge bundle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I save on expensive lunch fare, I spent only 5 mins eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got 55 mins compared to 15-30mins spare time left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6763978383514172566?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6763978383514172566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6763978383514172566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6763978383514172566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6763978383514172566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/02/shhhh-lol-omg-theyre-actually-fixing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7117494385669190891</id><published>2009-01-31T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:51:20.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alamak, they've started doing a hell lot of drilling and construction work at my block.&lt;div&gt;Noisy like anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently, it might be responsible for a sudden spike in packet loss =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, it's annoying... I hope they do not cause another screw up with the internet cables...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other time we had to get the repair guy to meddle with the wires far far away from the front door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it gives me an excuse to blast music like anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7117494385669190891?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7117494385669190891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7117494385669190891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7117494385669190891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7117494385669190891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/alamak-theyve-started-doing-hell-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4698133537012990741</id><published>2009-01-30T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:07:47.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay -,-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I suppose I'm too tired to celebrate much though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, there's nothing much else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok my next quest will be in NP hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4698133537012990741?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4698133537012990741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4698133537012990741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4698133537012990741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4698133537012990741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-yeah-i-suppose-im-too-tired-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5000121172348652307</id><published>2009-01-27T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:49:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And here goes the long weekend.&lt;div&gt;Poof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, whoa, so the flyer is finally opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pity it opened 2 days after we went there =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was hanging out at our cousins' place and then back at our place for dinner, and then out to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discovered that if one tries to light a bunch of sparklers together using a single lighter, the whole bundle will ignite the chemicals exponentially compared to individually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out more like potassium in water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus a huge plume of smoke that engulfs my entire body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light was blinding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I felt like Harry Potter mispronunciating a spell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haix, I spent lots of time in the toilet today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly relieving myself of a lot of things that went down my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I preferred to be around my maternal relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're a younger lot, so it's much more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like... very hard to click with my paternal side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet I feel guilty for not permiting time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, my father yesterday asked whether I can go down to his sister's place today to help out with the guests since she's been inflicted with polio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I wriggled my way out of it and ended up with my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really impossible to communicate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're all quite old and I dunno how am I to interact...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's selfish, but it's like being in a party where you know no one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, it's rubbing salt into my wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then felt so much shame in having failed so badly (epic fail hahaha....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't ever want to hear those questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those questions, all that's gonna be gossipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mom trying to cover me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like I didn't expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hell, that's why I hate doing what I'm  doing in my  N S F  life now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a dirty stain on my clothes, that I can't rub off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pathetic, having a bunch of people, trying to guess this... guess that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something that I can never explain in mere words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3147642858297131202</id><published>2009-01-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:40:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only they taught Mandarin with the meaning behind each stroke...&lt;div&gt;Bah, it's more fun that way. And easier to understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, certain things have to be secular...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, here's the preposition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.morgenster.org/quizuk.htm"&gt;http://www.morgenster.org/quizuk.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/chinese/bible.shtml"&gt;http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~wwu/chinese/bible.shtml&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.yutopian.com/religion/words/"&gt;http://www.yutopian.com/religion/words/&lt;/a&gt;) and the opposition (&lt;a href="http://www.hanzismatter.com/2006/03/chinese-language-of-god.html"&gt;http://www.hanzismatter.com/2006/03/chinese-language-of-god.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's quite hard to account since both sides argue their lines by speculation (or beliefs) and not facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... irregardless of how true is it, it won't hurt if it does promote more faith, for the greater good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went reunion dinner somewhere in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose everyone still looks the same.... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, our younger cousins grew slightly bigger, our older folks became slightly shriveled up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season is something I love and hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap not much time to continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, we went walking around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dooooooomed&lt;/span&gt; Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, a terrible fate since it missed Christmas, New Year and Chinese New Year, plus it got pulverized by the economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wonder how on earth will it survive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we walked around a little food and decor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; fair at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bayside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt; stage area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I'll declare this season a season where all dieting and weight management efforts will be annihilated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.... my arteries are clogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3147642858297131202?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3147642858297131202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3147642858297131202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3147642858297131202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3147642858297131202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only-they-taught-mandarin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4609171477357998946</id><published>2009-01-23T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:38:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ended up taking a cab to the ulu place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite fun (and stomach filling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to somewhere in the middle of Sembawang for a function.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how they got that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 fridges fully stocked with beer bottles, a barrel of beer cans. A mini bar with hard liquor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus a throwing darts&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; range&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like some kind of fantasy house of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're there playing cards and trying out the shot-by-shot liquor dispenser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pretty cool thing that is attached to a bottle of choice and squirts out shots of it's contents with a pull of a lever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great food again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh man, I think when I took a final shot for the road, I barely touched the line between sober and drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least now I know roughly where my limit is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky I didn't overshot by much or I would never have made it to Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt like puking on the train down south......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I don't really mind the slight loss of inhibitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I wasn't that hungry for the steamboat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up eating mostly cabbages and grass like vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the random walks around Chinatown, totally packed. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I suffered the least with a good airflow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I did not dismantle part of the MRT&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, my side of the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that the grap pole had a ceiling metal cap that has slided loose about a quarter down the pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.= Then I act smart and tried to propped it in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it fell back down with a clang, which made the whole train eyeball me =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; Ron and the rest went "O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;rrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;hhhhhh!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;=.= So paiseh sia, now all those blur-blur-pretend-to-sleep-on-train-nvm-the-old-folks pple ALSO wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky next stop's my stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4609171477357998946?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4609171477357998946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4609171477357998946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4609171477357998946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4609171477357998946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/ended-up-taking-cab-to-ulu-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8291864217751112094</id><published>2009-01-22T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:44:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How am I gonna reach Yishun MRT by 0630 via public transport. -.- &lt;div&gt;I've checked: totally impossible since the earliest bus cum MRT combinations are not early enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly, I'll rather take a cab directly to Nee Soon and wait for the others to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.- lol, I remembered earlier joking that I might as well go there today and stay in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently now that seems rather appealing than an epic cab fare that I'll be expecting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just now I realized how watered down my brain has become, omg, I ended up studying my bro's A maths textbook instead of helping him -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can compare this to a person being comatose for almost a year and then trying to walk after regaining consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then figuring out that his muscles have all wasted away and it's like being a child trying to walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;, I'm an  N S F  for almost a year... , so, yeah, the same sort of deterioration in the cranium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, this situation is soooo&lt;i&gt; stupid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better start sleeping.&lt;/div&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/32452031-8291864217751112094?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8291864217751112094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8291864217751112094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8291864217751112094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8291864217751112094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-am-i-gonna-reach-yishun-mrt-by-0630.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4678071951798414646</id><published>2009-01-20T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:05:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I noticed that Watermelon had this generic look that I personally seem to see everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, even the dress code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like some weird adaptation of Attack of the Clones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never seen the like and the scale of it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm saying that certain groups of people all look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's very eerie sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..lol, I hope no one actually thinks I'm actually talking about watermelons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, I went for a haircut.&lt;div&gt;At last, my hair length ratios are getting normalized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I ended up with less hair than usual, at least it's neater than the result of the senseless hair genocide on that little island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I've a fetish for pineapple tarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They taste sooooo GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm Mmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the rabbit candies are sort of gone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I ain't loading my kidneys with melamine every lunar new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the milk candies were my former love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's unfortunate that we have to break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember the plastic like wrapping that melts into your mouth, and the thick chewy milky-sweet goodness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hopefully there isn't neurotoxins or mercury inside those tarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4678071951798414646?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4678071951798414646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4678071951798414646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4678071951798414646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4678071951798414646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-noticed-that-watermelon-had-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2942635811125600756</id><published>2009-01-19T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:33:02.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=.= And here am I, possibly getting a good deal in a package that I do not want.&lt;div&gt;Been getting news that I might be attached to the resort island of T e k o n g. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0.0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhhh, I dunno how to react to that, I don't really mind it but, lol, that's something I've never thought I'll hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-,- As long as it's after cny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I need to refrain from touching the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else I'll never get any exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, I'm being undone by energy guzzling sillicon chips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except maybe I sat beside a artiste who was some kind of bean during svc last sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my hair is growing too equally, so annoying, maybe I'll actually need a haircut, but it'll be such a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it'll take time to get my normal head back -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32452031-2942635811125600756?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2942635811125600756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2942635811125600756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2942635811125600756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2942635811125600756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-602220609366138203</id><published>2009-01-17T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:33:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have nothing that I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope for resolutions for several things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-602220609366138203?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/602220609366138203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=602220609366138203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/602220609366138203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/602220609366138203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-have-nothing-that-i-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5101054986339399217</id><published>2009-01-13T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:42:19.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still haven't got the heart to fill in the 12 choices =.=.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is THAT what I really want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if this...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if that...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What'll be my next step after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah well, I roughly got the 12 roughly ironed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway regardless of what's the outcome, I'll accept whatever it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do my best on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5101054986339399217?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5101054986339399217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5101054986339399217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5101054986339399217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5101054986339399217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-still-havent-got-heart-to-fill-in-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3657000720806383691</id><published>2009-01-12T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:31:17.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I have to wait 6 hours for Singpass to process the course lists so....&lt;div&gt;Yeah -,- I'll select the juicy stuff tomorrow then, no way I'm doing it at 2 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading Honor's Reward by John Bevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite an interesting read and elaboration on yesterday's svc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for a trivial fact, I've never bought a book that expensive in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's very much worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it can really change the way we all look at life and the way we live it, for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, gotta read more =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm now very sure I'm allegic to oxy 10 and it's variants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gives me some sort of a large red splot of rash on my neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondered why it didn't really affect me long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be the VERY different environment I have in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my computer can last until 2010 haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hopefully well past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's on a very stable build now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main issue I suppose it's hard drive failure with age...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That can't be helped then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to purchase a good HDD imaging or backup software.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that came with the Maxtor external drive is disappointing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e p i c   f a i l .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Offering to back up your documents, and restricting it to the "my documents" folder?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D u m b .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the science fac. canteen got squished again =.=&lt;br /&gt;Hordes of people everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all might resort to eating at a more expensive place =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, are all the people who eat there the students/workers in the fac?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the NUH crowds came here lol since it's cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the HDB aunties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the management should seriously consider an expansion or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I really wanna choose what I want to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no intention of queuing for 40 mins. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3657000720806383691?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3657000720806383691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3657000720806383691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3657000720806383691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3657000720806383691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/unfortunately-i-have-to-wait-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2874985877960191432</id><published>2009-01-10T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:05:15.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the monotony....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Nixon's abandoned bike got stolen after I brought it back to my common corridor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, jeez, people will do anything if they can get away with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess even Singapore still has a long way to go in terms of mutual and moral respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered there was this article about some dude in another country who left his entire shop open and unstaffed because he wanted his whole workforce to have the christmas off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving just a box for customers to pay for their purchases, he returned home and after a stock check, realized that nothing was stolen, and everything was paid for, plus some customers even left notes of thanks and a list of what they bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it's the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, it's always a "ME ME ME" kiasi kiasu competitive world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;went to SP and NP open houses today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about going to RP too.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I visualized about travelling to woodlands daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I've roughly decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to wait for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2874985877960191432?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2874985877960191432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2874985877960191432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2874985877960191432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2874985877960191432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-monotony.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6013215337327896478</id><published>2009-01-03T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:56:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summarized summary, went Ubin on Wednesday to cycle.&lt;div&gt;Rained. Then rain stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycled a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked a bit more around Chek Jawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great that because of rain, crabs are everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leetle crabs with one big and one small claw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And larger brown ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hehe, I saw my 2nd episode of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; eating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other time, it was the lizard versus the centipede. (Lizard won.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's mud skipper versus crab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of a one sided battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crab just ended up being chewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was kinda puny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the centipede tried to strangle the lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I could barely see that battle in a muddy pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was more epic than I could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed over at Ron's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lodged ourselves infront of the Xbox with GOW2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty good game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam around his pool the next day, because we sort of ate dinner twice after the Ubin thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up chewing up prata at a shop near his place that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After relieving ourselves of guilt, we continued our slackunations, gorged on KFC, and yeah that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A never ending cycle of fat intake lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently Nixon abandoned his bicycle at Ron's place, so I vouched to relieve Ron's corridor of that bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 500m of my bike journey home, I realized that he had an extremely good reason to dump it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to my dismay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, the gears are all broken and unswitchable, plus the bike's frame weighs a ton, and every now and then, the pedals jerk forward slightly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tiring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-,- Almost caused it to be abandoned&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yay, managed to get it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm gonna use it for minor travels if I ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6013215337327896478?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6013215337327896478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6013215337327896478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6013215337327896478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6013215337327896478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2009/01/summarized-summary-went-ubin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8628619682045785758</id><published>2008-12-29T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:28:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sort of stumbled onto an interesting but yet potentially controversial &lt;a href="http://www.bible-codes.org/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose one can look at it both ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway, belief and the analytical processes of science will never find equal foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is on faith, the other is on evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apples and oranges, but much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it in one way, by applying faith and the forensic evidence scouring methodology; a combination of faith based belief in God with scientific analysis, there is a risk of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confirmation_bias"&gt;confirmation biasness.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying that one of the ways is wrong, but instead, each is not easily coupled with the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how nobody is yet able to figure out the Unified Field Theory combining gravitational field, and strong/weak nuclear forces and electromagnetism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the wall of text is kinda intimidating to anyone who is willing to disprove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lolz so many puns.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to Sunday svc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it went very well, a heart lifting way to end the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I suppose we're our own worst enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, hopefully all that has passed will stay in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I'll stomp it into the ground =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah, it's times like these when we find our memories a hinderance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway went swimming with Ron and Henry, then tried to find a movie to watch, but alas, in vain yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I managed to visit my grandma on the way lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite odd that it's the 2nd time in a few days I've seen her. It's not yet CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/32452031-8628619682045785758?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8628619682045785758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8628619682045785758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8628619682045785758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8628619682045785758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/sort-of-stumbled-onto-interesting-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1507619047334105174</id><published>2008-12-29T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:54:08.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was checking out this Dead Space zombie horror game, wondering whether I should get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, if it got an M18 rating, that'll mean it's gory enough heh heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/12/then-comes-great-thing-about-internet.html"&gt;*Private Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, anyway, last Friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out to Vivo for a belated Christmas outing in Vivo with the 06 group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... and the food at Earle's Swensen was yeah... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the price... not so good.  XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, but the salad buffet sort of made up to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we slacked up at the roof top a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played some R.O.C.K = Rock game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder whether they'll replace the giant christmas tree on top of vivo with a giant glowing red packet next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1507619047334105174?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1507619047334105174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1507619047334105174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1507619047334105174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1507619047334105174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-checking-out-this-dead-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-141627338648672605</id><published>2008-12-25T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:36:24.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's rather noisy with my ears ringing like crazy.&lt;div&gt;Argh it seems to have overcome the threshold for annoyance and has become a hazard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I should go report sick again =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun like the ring tone, I wanna at least change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus it's getting louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, besides that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Phoebe's (and Jesus's) birthday in Fish and Co @ Changi today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty nice to book that room, I didn't know that Fish and Co has such stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad that we've her to lead us all these time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without her, nothing will ever be the same, we all might not even be sitting in that cosy room dining together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Henry, Nixon and I decided to watch the spirit movie, but Tiong Bahru didn't show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to show today =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway managed to say hi to my grandma at KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went to Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also dun have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a nearby bar to find Jonathan, but he wasn't working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus we went home and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAAAWWWWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho Ho Ho, merry christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-141627338648672605?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/141627338648672605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=141627338648672605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/141627338648672605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/141627338648672605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-rather-noisy-with-my-ears-ringing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5938148550852346214</id><published>2008-12-25T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:18:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch the Christmas drama in the Jurong west svc.&lt;div&gt;lol, it's practically full of lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which makes me wonder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because I find it funny because it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it because of the atmosphere; the hundreds of people laughing, cued me to laugh too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Just like how in sitcoms, laughter soundtracks are played in strategic points to cue us onto a joke or a silly scenario.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose an atmosphere does help too :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, Henry and I walked to JP from there, kinda amazed he agreed cos I was kinda kidding, well, at least it wasn't that far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to play pool in Clementi, the best shots I got usually involved my cue ball going into the sockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5938148550852346214?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5938148550852346214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5938148550852346214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5938148550852346214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5938148550852346214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-watch-christmas-drama-in-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6713182817921380374</id><published>2008-12-22T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:26:29.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went jogging (sort of...)  with Henry. The sky decided to be schizophrenic, bringing rain and sun simultaneously. &lt;div&gt;Ah heck, we walked most of the way. Been a long time since I went there, the whole place is almost unrecognisable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I best be sleeping soon, yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see.... yeah, the&lt;a href="http://www.pub.gov.sg/Marina/Pages/default.aspx"&gt; Marina barrage &lt;/a&gt;is a nice little place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great that they can make a boring water pump building into a scenic spot of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noticed that there's a boat lifting mechanism installed to carry boats across from one side of the barrage to the other. But then it looks like it can support nothing more than a kayak =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really a high tech approach, just a high tech manifestation of physically lifting boats via ropes and wheeling it to the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, come to think of it, Marina Bay is practically void of life. Other than the ferry terminal which is also void of life, there's only the barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else, the steamboat and bowling alleys are already shuttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practically a ghost town, a cluster of abandoned buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose only after the IR will there be stuff in that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6713182817921380374?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6713182817921380374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6713182817921380374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6713182817921380374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6713182817921380374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-jogging-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-587580512091769296</id><published>2008-12-20T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:54:13.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Service was cool, 1st time I saw Sun too.&lt;div&gt;Plus it's the candlelight service so it's really a symbolic svc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the sweeter since I've not been there for a loooong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus that IT show next door some of us went to afterwards haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching the flame being blown by the aircon wind and almost extinguished, but then it came back to life just as I thought it would be surely be finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several times the flames became just a measly faltering flame around the wick, and all those times the candle stayed burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it hit me that perhaps I do need to have more faith inspite and despite all that seems lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized that I've even forgotten this old rule that I abide by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When things are beyond one's own control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fret not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For there is nothing that one can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I suppose I better not worry about things beyond my control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-587580512091769296?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7063325193335209184</id><published>2008-12-20T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:10:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a party at Ron's place on Friday.&lt;div&gt;The whole lot of us were playing some games and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had a gift exchange wuhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ron was gonna leave for Indonesia the next day so it's really nice of him to let us mess up his place a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great food, though it's weird having french fries and noodles. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Damian, Nixon, Poh Chong and I stayed over at his place in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with Xbox, watched the Ang moh version of Shutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with seriously bad subtitles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until we started&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't really describe it, but for an example, the subtitle guy thinks that "excruciating" equals "wonderful/fantastic".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ended up accompanying Ron to do some cash transfers at the ATMs, then going to eat some pratas and chicken and stuff, then walking back with Poh Chong abandoning us for his nearby home -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we slept like pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was only Ron and I who slept like pigs, since Nixon fled home during my sleep and Damian was already awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-,- At least Ron wasn't late for his flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, see ya back soon Ron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I hope =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7063325193335209184?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7063325193335209184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7063325193335209184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7063325193335209184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7063325193335209184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-had-party-at-rons-place-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1547552148524325561</id><published>2008-12-20T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:00:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that this weekend I spent over 20 bucks on transport...&lt;div&gt;My EZ link NSF concession card was at about $40+ dollars on Thursday evening, and by SATURDAY night, it was at around $20+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not even Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spamming shopping centres looking for shops that ceased to exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.= I guess being away for almost 2 months is enough for so much change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new Jurong point and west coast plaza popped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus probably several more stuff that I don't notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into Yiyan who surprisingly recognized me despite me wearing a cap and having a serious lack of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh that reminds me, when I returned to my old unit, I was like... "crap, why are all the previously short haired monks now sprouting long hair?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I heard several comments relating to monks about my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, hopefully my head will (soon) recover from the deforestation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1547552148524325561?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1547552148524325561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1547552148524325561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1547552148524325561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1547552148524325561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-realized-that-this-weekend-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8575246583039132219</id><published>2008-12-20T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:51:42.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, dumb thing 1st.&lt;div&gt;My block has been undergoing a lift upgrading, installing lifts everywhere so everyone gets a staircaseless experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, for the common corridor areas, they installed STAIRCASES down to the common corridor from the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like..... wheelchaired people can't exactly go to the corridor and water plants now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's even more difficult to meet neighbours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I'll admit that even without those obstacles, my block people usually keeps to themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But cool, at least we get a lift infront of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it breaks down or we decide to take another one, we need to climb the staircase slopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the thing is that only the staircases and lobbies are complete, the elevators are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those who live at the furthest end from the old lifts, we have to climb 5 sets of 2 steps to get to the main lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, no big deal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But think about the aunties who go grocery shopping with their trolleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An absolute nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus that time I had to lug a bunch of luggage back from Tekong over those steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The really dumb thing was that the foreign workers actually installed ramps of wooden planks for them to cart their material more easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, those are our real foreign talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can do a better job designing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they'll leave the ramps there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least until the elevators are completely installed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8575246583039132219?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8575246583039132219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8575246583039132219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8575246583039132219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8575246583039132219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-dumb-thing-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4241315824386347134</id><published>2008-12-13T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:10:44.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, long overdue.&lt;div&gt;Went for P C C 's annual bbq on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I think I'm still kinda blur in Singapore, sort of missed the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway haha, even if we got the right one, we didn't realize the extent of the distance to the bbq pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Will-I-am and I ended up walking pass over 30 bbq pits to ours, could have swore it was at least a km long walk, at the very least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a good thing to do when hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food was great, booze was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering whether they managed to finish the whole lot that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home early cos I dun wanna take a cab at that kind of hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I needed to wake up early the next day. (which I somehow failed drastically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4241315824386347134?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4241315824386347134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4241315824386347134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4241315824386347134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4241315824386347134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5538963937354203401</id><published>2008-12-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:35:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So that's it then...&lt;div&gt;Waiting again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose there's more than enough reason for it to be delayed since this month is loaded with people on leave and many changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I didn't expect it. piff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, the uncertainty is rather annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't commit to anything else cos of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should have more faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all that shows the slim probability of hope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is faith alone enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it more of an optimistic form of procrastination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, there's nothing in my power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks to have no control. To rely on the uncertainties of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5538963937354203401?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5538963937354203401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5538963937354203401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5538963937354203401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5538963937354203401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-thats-it-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6659065913527602304</id><published>2008-12-09T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sort of back to normal though.&lt;div&gt;Argh, I prefer to wear the no. 4 to the no. 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe wise, I think the no. 4 boots are more ventilated than the smaller no. 3 ones, sort of in a paradoxical way it seems. I suppose combat boots get more priority in comfort research than office shoes. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly enough I'm getting back the stupid neck rash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably blame the work atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing of that sort happened in Tekong =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, and landed smack in the middle of December, I need to clear my leave fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, hopefully life can go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still trying to find a slot for my exercise schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it's sucky trying to metabolize near dinner time, I need to figure something out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Maybe before work =.= jeez,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be difficult to pull off.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's nice being back with civilized people again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great being able to associate with human beings rather than the lot of baboons across the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, sometimes I think I prefer to spend the time with baboons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I can't understand what they are saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the tragic stories of an exhibitionist and dry humper, camo cream and powder assaulters, stuff that I figured to be too vulgar to elaborate here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tragic stuff, if I elaborate here, people googling kinky and weird stuff will end up with hits here, and that isn't very nice =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6659065913527602304?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6659065913527602304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6659065913527602304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6659065913527602304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6659065913527602304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/12/sort-of-back-to-normal-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5987616101976191464</id><published>2008-11-29T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:18:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The newspaper is still depressing.&lt;div&gt;Murders of hostages.... more killings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, not too far away, a flock of middle and upper class elites rallying to overthrow the current government for corruption and reshuffle the power balance towards them in cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like economic terrorists to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paralysing the country's economy by laying sleigh to the airport, using the royal yellow colour as their unofficial colour code, violently protesting and destroying in the process livelihood of many people, goods cannot be transported, jobs are lost, investor confidence in regional stability has plummeted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it all worth it just for change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a better way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Singapore has a point in banning illegal gatherings, public protests, unsubstantial accusations.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what happens over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now do we appreciate our tight lawful system...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, how different is people destroying entire economies and affecting the nation's ricebowl than the terrorists shootings and killings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5987616101976191464?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5987616101976191464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5987616101976191464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5987616101976191464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5987616101976191464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspaper-is-still-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6400045790961354829</id><published>2008-11-29T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:06:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I figured I'll post what I did before I get to the stuff I really wanted to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with YX today, quite some catching up haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems that my old unit has changed quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, seems that I'll have to report back there 1st...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, the next step is still not blocked... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be too optimistic or anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for that gift from Taiwan :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for accompanying me to buy a cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it's difficult to buy male clothing, very annoying that there's a kazillion times more female selections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sort of went to the expo IT show. Got myself an external hard drive, mostly because it comes with software to backup my hard disk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna keep my current data rig, it seems the most stable and most fluid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the inevitable computer destruction that always happen to almost everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Time is too short it seems.&lt;div&gt;Sigh, it's really difficult choosing 1 over another, more than just flipping a coin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So damn easy to squander away time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like squandering away life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing, being away during the weekdays, then going out almost the whole day during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like cutting everything out from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutting all strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutting cutting cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangely, I found the above sentences funny; seems to portray myself as a wrist cutter of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I should do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want time for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want time for my pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some time by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6400045790961354829?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6400045790961354829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6400045790961354829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6400045790961354829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6400045790961354829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-figured-ill-post-what-i-did-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-59719622083411676</id><published>2008-11-27T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:06:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, after around 12 days away in camp, I returned home to a scene of death and devastation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, damn the television was switched on and the 1st fresh news I got was about&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/11/27/AR2008112701128.html"&gt; yesterday's Mumbai terrorist attacks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mom called me yesterday too, to tell me that my turtle had died on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid depressing way to start a longer weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I didn't even get to see her before she breathed her last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the burial spot was a beautiful little place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrible, that when I compare the Mumbai's blast to my turtle's death, I'll think that the turtle's more important than the 101+++ dead people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because I've been with my turtle more, every time I go home, I'll see her swimming up to me hoping for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's just human nature, just a lack of empathy for anything we do not understand or are not involved in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, perhaps it's because we've all been desensitized to all the continual pounding of death and devastation in the media that we just treat it as figures and statistics, and how it might affect our rice bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we're all selfish people, since we tend to care more about the ones closer to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does that make it wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how we'll react when we (touch wood) suffer an attack of that magnitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-59719622083411676?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/59719622083411676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=59719622083411676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/59719622083411676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/59719622083411676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh-after-around-12-days-away-in-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3224206330273978683</id><published>2008-11-15T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:51:40.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhh, the last week was fun, though a bit too much rain. -.- Clothes can't dry fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the one thing I enjoy now is doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's relaxing that I don't have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick =.=///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming rather ridiculous already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yay, SAF FC won Home United 1 - 0 last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Heck I cheered even though I don't follow soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't cheer when they're gonna book out a day early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it's kinda weird with a large segment of the stadium filled by botak audiences =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, nothing to really post about.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a cap soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3224206330273978683?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3224206330273978683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3224206330273978683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3224206330273978683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3224206330273978683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohhh-last-week-was-fun-though-bit-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4453508270886075691</id><published>2008-11-07T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:52:22.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having a night cough since deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why it lasted damn long, but I heard it might be the different chemical compositions in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, at least it happens at night and not during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it went pretty well, especially for my coy...&lt;br /&gt;Great that we're outta there on Friday instead of Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great blessings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway since as usual it's illegal to blog about the training there....&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we have efficient, reasonable and mutually respectable commanders in our platoon.&lt;br /&gt;A pity I can't explain it here.&lt;br /&gt;But gah, I suppose there's always some unwritten conflicts and customs in any unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even commanders are humans too.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my comrades can see that too.&lt;br /&gt;And not just judge by every negative experience and discard every positive gesture towards them like used toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things work in 2 directions.&lt;br /&gt;Commanders have their responsibilities and performances tied to the people.&lt;br /&gt;They have higher ups to answer to, just like how we have to answer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we can understand this someday.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if people keep on focusing on the negatives instead of the positives, then the yellow ribbon project is a complete and utter failure, if youths like us still can't discern circumstances impartially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4453508270886075691?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4453508270886075691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4453508270886075691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4453508270886075691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4453508270886075691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-having-night-cough-since-deepavali.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5890455520628269971</id><published>2008-10-26T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:44:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol, apparently, because of the public holiday tomorrow, we get to book out on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid MRT queues, yawn, that's the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, regarding to my previous post, something &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;screw up.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it turned out well instead.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm allowed to elaborate here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up bringing a crap load of stuff back, at least that thing is settled (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, anyway, everything else went well, good days...&lt;br /&gt;So far haha....&lt;br /&gt;lol, maybe they are keeping the tough bits for after today's abnormal holiday bookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I can do now anyway, I've to be back tomorrow late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, I do like da food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in computer contact again weeks later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5890455520628269971?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5890455520628269971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5890455520628269971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5890455520628269971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5890455520628269971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol-apparently-because-of-public.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8310145884316390634</id><published>2008-10-22T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:35:17.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got almost everything except the most important.&lt;br /&gt;Fate lies on the competency of a certain internal shop now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8310145884316390634?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8310145884316390634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8310145884316390634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8310145884316390634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8310145884316390634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-almost-everything-except-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7065244294658691266</id><published>2008-10-20T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:28:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-pissed-at-this.html"&gt;*Private Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cards guys, haha practically a guide leaflet as well, I'm sure it'll come in useful in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting svc about water being affected by words, pictures, thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Well..: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masaru_Emoto"&gt;wiki link&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm"&gt;some random page about it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading Q&amp;amp;A section in the 2nd link, and the way Masaru Emoto explained words to be vibrations in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;Might he be hinting at String Theory to be related to it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's unbelievable to actually link it to theoretical physics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the OTHER HAND, according to wikipedia, there were accusations of insufficient experimental controls and potentially misleading photographs of crystals selectively chosen by photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he was trying to do some good to the world, well, if it were the truth, then he should definitely experimentally prove it beyond reasonable doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if he were just in bias with his hopes; affecting his experimental process, it's still the lesser of the evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is no way in any argumentative for beliefs and scientific facts to duel it out with a clear victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs are faith based, science is evidence based, it's technically impossible to disprove the other, except in the most unlikeliness of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;It's like in one episode of the Arena debating competition, where the judge said that both teams argued very well, but both did not attack each other directly, but rather, attack on points that each of them are certain to be not rebuttable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't really do flaming, the last time I rolled out a wall of fiery text, I really regretted the damage...&lt;br /&gt;This time I don't know, I think the whole thing has gone on far too much.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not in an angry mood!&lt;br /&gt;Just very weary...&lt;br /&gt;So I probably will not get too carried away in internet violence.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ron, Henry and I later wandered around Jurong Point, Jurong Entertainment centre, IMM, and then Ron's place while waiting for Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-,- Didn't show up somemore, yawn, personally though, why will someone say he's going in X time when all he's gonna do is not turn up?&lt;br /&gt;Saying yes and confirming his presence in less than 60 minutes, and then defaulting on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-pissed-at-this.html"&gt;CENSORED WALL OF FIERY TEXT. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7065244294658691266?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7065244294658691266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7065244294658691266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7065244294658691266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7065244294658691266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-cards-guys-haha-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8862364046813596753</id><published>2008-10-18T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:35:42.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love google translate and windows live translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the more competition between the 2, the more efficient each of them will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really relieved.&lt;br /&gt;I have to fight so much with so little power on my part, just to get my life moving.&lt;br /&gt;Or else it'll be several months before something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully nothing screws up in the coming last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Just a bunch of administrative stuff to settle now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, something always screws up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was with my family in Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's the last few times I'll be with them together for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore seems boring, shopping centres everywhere, and all we do is eat, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, we walked around the place, we ate in Marché.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there isn't actually any place new to go to...&lt;br /&gt;And if there is, it's probably a shopping centre.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8098449221332299120</id><published>2008-10-13T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:05:13.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my colleagues &lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/07/anyway-one-of-my-comrade-just-came-back.html"&gt;went to India the other time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, he's in the Amber Initiative I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi,This is the Amber Initiative which Suraj (MMI staff) is involved&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the website at &lt;a href="wlmailhtml:%7B1D240420-475B-4600-B669-6BFA18A1CC42%7Dmid://00000046/!x-usc:http://www.theamberinitiative.com/"&gt;http://www.theamberinitiative.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief intro:&lt;br /&gt;The Amber Initiative strives to be a piercing LIGHT of HOPE that reaches&lt;br /&gt;out to the children and youth crippled by the pervasive influence of red light&lt;br /&gt;districts all over our world.&lt;br /&gt;We hope that one day all children will enjoy their right to education and&lt;br /&gt;have equal opportunities to realize their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8098449221332299120?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8098449221332299120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7330404066891392509</id><published>2008-10-13T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:57:30.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 3 of us bumped into Pei Shan on the way to Vivo, ate Carls Junior there, and after we're all fattened up, we headed to Sentosa 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we dun really wanna wait for the whole group to start to move off like at.... 3 in the afternoon. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cruised around the beach side looking at all the beautiful people...&lt;br /&gt;I missed the sun so much, like a plant thirsting for the life giving warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bikini percentage is quite high that Sunday lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's sort of a tourist day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are very used to the sun unlike us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather funny when people in string bikinis are lying or walking around barefooted on the sizzling sand when every 3 seconds one of us will yelp when the hot sand slipped into our slippers and onto our skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all should have a non official trip there someday, there will not be those safety rules like not entering the water (what?! we're at the beach!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah it's probably because of liability issues and the fact the we didn't sign any contract abstaining the organisers of all liabilities lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were some stations games and stuff, plus fondue heated by a mini bbq pit dug into the sand and ignited by solid fuel.&lt;br /&gt;Sand tarnished bananas, apples and marshmellows are on the menus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was some thing about drawing our dreams out on a piece of paper and explaining them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of Deja Vu.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I put?&lt;br /&gt;The same thing, but I don't think I explained it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't want to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder the lot of people that some how faded away from my life. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel guilty sometimes for not conversing with certain people for a long time, sometimes I think it's better to let things rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what time do I have?&lt;br /&gt;Does MSN really count?&lt;br /&gt;It's like a stupid mockery of socialisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder too why our MSN personas are not like our actual personalities.&lt;br /&gt;A really odd ball issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while having a thoughtful dinner with Ron and Henry that night, I've really discovered how much time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Henry dude, you've really changed, in a good way =p, though your hair is as medusa like as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of that, that reminds me of Nixon and his friend taking on an ABC slang.&lt;br /&gt;That, I still don't really get, normal English we already can understand anyway =.=&lt;br /&gt;And not even born there or at least American citizens too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I still understand you two.&lt;br /&gt;lol, okay....&lt;br /&gt;That's an interesting development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another issue...&lt;br /&gt;baaah, it's difficult, nothing is what it seems all the time, things are being concealed, and however, still we&lt;br /&gt;understood that we should not neglect one another like that in times like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7330404066891392509?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7330404066891392509/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3496706089251484752</id><published>2008-10-13T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:29:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/10/hypocritic-and-contradictory-im.html"&gt;*Private Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I see that at this rate, the same shit will happen all over again, different people but same shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people are all the same, hard to change, completely irrational (including myself).&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to back up my claim then I'll say that the Book of Revelations is long ago written and yeah, in the very end, most people will be inedibly insanely idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Nixon, his friend who-I-forgot-his-name, and I went to check out New Creation Church in Suntec, somehow we got into a special svc preached by an Australian pastor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was curious about their senior pastor Joseph Prince's preaching persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a notable difference that the svc was slightly conservative (maybe cos it's 9 in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is older too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the rest are in the Saturday youth services which somehow covers up to the people in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, even though it was quite subdued, I did confirm one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Paster Kong Hee was right about the Suntec church clapping differently than ours.. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually clap in the 1,3 instead of the 2,4.&lt;br /&gt;I have to observe it again next time if I go there to totally verify that as not an anomalous result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3496706089251484752?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3496706089251484752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3496706089251484752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3496706089251484752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3496706089251484752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/private-post-why-do-i-see-that-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-5268922496302195673</id><published>2008-10-13T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:01:50.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh circumstances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I'll just run through the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took leave last Friday cos I was still rather pissed at the fact that I'm still stuck at the same place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really terrible when things are beyond my circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no power to change the course of nature, only to wait and wait and wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life is already so behind the default time span, so many things to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of one K-box song that one of my colleagues chose, half the lyrics are "NEVER END NEVER END NEVER END"&lt;br /&gt;And it's a jap song somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lol that song took a long time to end too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I see no end to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the bright side, Poh Chong and I snuggled into Ron's place to slack and play.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Adam missed his last bus from his work place, lol, maybe he forgot that it's already quite late when he knocked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he took another bus to np and walked from there.&lt;br /&gt;As fellow hungry people, we walked out to meet him along the way to go to Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaining several kilos, we went to play LAN.&lt;br /&gt;A good com stomp with BattleField 2 hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since we played together like this...&lt;br /&gt;At least that's a game we all liked.&lt;br /&gt;Something we all agree on since Counterstrike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;One time Ron jumped off the building since he's too lazy to climbed down, so he pancaked onto the floor and died.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me to revive him with the defibrillator.&lt;br /&gt;And lol he was back to full health in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Game exploits lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time where we rode into the back of the enemy base on a 4 wheel drive and got out guns blazing, swung a rope to the 2nd floor of the building, got inside and attacked from behind and capturing the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played until some time in the morning AKA late night when the place closed...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then we went back to play somemore, watched the Cars movie.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I slept since I'm already very tired from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day Ron and I went for svc, somehow we are on time the train took slightly more than half an hour to get from Clementi to Expo...&lt;br /&gt;Strange eh... usually it's an hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there are tons are things that I can never post here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, too bad then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5268922496302195673?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5268922496302195673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5268922496302195673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5268922496302195673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5268922496302195673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-circumstances.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3957388340488372619</id><published>2008-10-07T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:45:14.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a Kbox session with a bunch of NSFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange...&lt;br /&gt;the song selections they chose were almost the same as the other time Henry, Ron, Adam and I chose.&lt;br /&gt;Either those are popular songs or they've been practising on only those -.- and thus choose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why this group seems very sombre.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're not singing in a funeral or something...&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaa, boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the food was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few pondering thoughts about &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm really tired of those pricks who just ride on the bandwagon and take&lt;br /&gt;advantage of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be that nice doing&lt;br /&gt;all that crap?&lt;br /&gt;And instead of a &lt;em&gt;thank you,&lt;/em&gt; it attracted more like&lt;br /&gt;flies to a&lt;br /&gt;rotting&lt;br /&gt;corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despicable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe I&lt;br /&gt;was also&lt;br /&gt;taking advantage of all your bloody laziness to actually see the sun&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;often than you guys, to actually breathe fresh air and prevent deep vein&lt;br /&gt;thrombosis.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it, all of you can wallow in your own desires,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just giving&lt;br /&gt;you what you want in exchange for what I&lt;br /&gt;want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that makes me as despicable as the devil?&lt;br /&gt;Seems that&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you'll lose all forms of independence, and will&lt;br /&gt;bloody rely on&lt;br /&gt;me, haha, who's&lt;br /&gt;taking advantage of who now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the scary thing is,&lt;br /&gt;it seems all the familiar to apply if I&lt;br /&gt;replace the word "devil" with it's&lt;br /&gt;antonym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it means that there are many argumentative to any&lt;br /&gt;issue, but then it's&lt;br /&gt;also a fallacy to assume that the stronger argument is&lt;br /&gt;necessarily the right&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah, what the heck, think so much also no use, things happen, people will inevitable screw each other over stuff, and life goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3957388340488372619?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3957388340488372619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3957388340488372619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3957388340488372619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3957388340488372619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-for-kbox-session-with-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6882967940601326056</id><published>2008-10-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:24:15.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated the other Marcus's birthday today -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm wondering if all the cg's personalities are honest, not just a veil of occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Not just something that's worn to portray an image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm thinking too much...&lt;br /&gt;I myself tend to behave different in different circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's normal, lol only a robot will be emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;A serious setting will allow a serious mood, a casual setting will have casual grins.&lt;br /&gt;Many other things too, the group of people involved, the purpose of the congregation, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Sort of bumped into Michelle Fong at the same place that I mistook someone for her friend Yiyan 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;At least she didn't mistook someone else for me then lol, unlike that time in clementi with my unknown clone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6882967940601326056?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6882967940601326056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6882967940601326056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6882967940601326056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6882967940601326056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrated-other-marcuss-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6536009667741385323</id><published>2008-10-03T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:19:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine.... because of unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances of some sort, there &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be some delays with my October 13 schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be posting a bit more yay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still kinda annoyed at the way it keeps bouncing back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's an official update on the serviceman's death &lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/news_and_events/nr/2008/oct/02oct08_nr.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I figured we're not allowed to discuss such stuff so I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck here for a little while longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, we celebrated Maria's Birthday in Ron's place today along with cgm, a whole load of indonesian noodles, meat nuggets and fries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the long time unseen PC and Henry and Nixon there too.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's really such a pity that most friends will inevitably go their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've plundered this topic way too much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's a nice break from everyone's own separate lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when I thought harder, I think Henry and PC are there because Ron's back from Israel to allow them access to the Xbox and PSPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it doesn't matter as long as they turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and Ron brought back a bottle of red wine from Israel, it tastes kinda deep and sweet, like a sweet drink heavy with liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes quite nice, we all had a glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose the more significant stuff isn't postable as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, thanks Nixon for enlightening me on certain affairs that did not penetrate my thick skull. I suppose I didn't really realize many many things waaaaay back then, haha, but I'm kinda taken aback. Well, I think for the current issue, yeah, we'll do our best to salvage... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6536009667741385323?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6536009667741385323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6536009667741385323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6536009667741385323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6536009667741385323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/10/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-9149503914107042459</id><published>2008-09-29T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:34:40.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There comes a time (again =.=) when I get tired to squeeze in time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence and therefore, I'm ditching this blog (mostly) until December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, okay, this seems to be the birthday season or something, quite a lot of people I know are born in this month, and it happens that today's my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess she's conceived in December. =p =p =p&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there's a more popular season for some things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the F1 dude Nassa, he was leading until a botched up pit stop had him bursting off the pit with a fuel pipe still attached, knocking one of his pit guys down and spraying fuel everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to stop for quite some while while the pit guys retrieved the pipe, wasting precious time, plus he also got a time penalty for moving in the pit stop with a long gigantic tentacle attached to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dude, he lost a lot of confidence after that, going off lane here and there, even the commentors noticed his emotions from his later driving style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-9149503914107042459?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/9149503914107042459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=9149503914107042459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/9149503914107042459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/9149503914107042459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-comes-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-725894550580283925</id><published>2008-09-24T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:31:08.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went for Yiyan's B-day surprise dinner on Monday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Village Centre mall and waited in Cold Storage according to the instructions to remain unseen. Anyway all the food in cold storage seems to be giving me the cold turkey treatment since it's kinda like... dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I popped out of the mental battlefield and out of that supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didn't know where to avoid being seen on that day so I sat outside and read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later found out that Michelle and her were in the Sakuraya on the second floor by a huge continuous glass panel -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, it was probably too dark to see anyway, lol, and when the rest arrived, they also walked by the outside before realizing that they're sitted at the window seats and then scrambling like crazy into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;we managed to surprise her yeah, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, my maid kidnapped me along on her date with her taxi driver boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;There was an egg tart shop around there, so they bribed me with egg tarts to keep mum while they go do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the egg tarts are good.&lt;br /&gt;What else can a kindergarden kid do?&lt;br /&gt;Refuse the bribe and "negotiate" a more reasonable offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'll take the tarts.&lt;br /&gt;In fact if my ex-maid kidnapped me again now, I'll still take the egg tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sushi is good, hopefully there aren't brain eating worms in them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-725894550580283925?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/725894550580283925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=725894550580283925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/725894550580283925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/725894550580283925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-went-for-yiyans-b-day-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6213942132625172503</id><published>2008-09-21T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:43:12.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the wheel of life on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Darren spoke on Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some stuff I learnt.&lt;br /&gt;We should be take more creative mindsets, to look at things from other angles,&lt;br /&gt;and solve problems and creating solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our imagination are often our limitations, challenging our thinking is important.&lt;br /&gt;Risk taking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the gist of it is about revolutionising the way we perceive things, until we are able to apply them in all aspects of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Friday was kinda exciting, though it's unfortunate that I can't place it here due to SAF laws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, but Roy, CH, JH and I had a steam boat fellowship dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The food was good but the price was not.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because of rising food and oil prices and the fact that Singaporeans will chiong the most expensive dishes like crazy in a buffet setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that in posh hotels too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of the wise words of one of my old friends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're paying for the food to enjoy yourself, not eat until you're so uncomfortably full and risking your health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very right, I agree on that.&lt;br /&gt;The price we pay is to enjoy the service and the quality of food, not a psychotic scramble to devour the expensive dishes to "make up for the buffet bill".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3525653616528792840</id><published>2008-09-21T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:26:34.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad today for something.&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's very easy, in fact too easy to misunderstand, to be misinformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's possible for 2 person to be right but yet contradict each other.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's in our human nature to infer things, I mean, our education encourages such processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I nearly completely eradicated all contact with someone because I believe he's a dishonest prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather lucky that I decided to go all the way to find him to confirm the accusation.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's some kind of reasonable explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haix&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know what to do anymore, I'll just give him the benefit of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so easy it seems to spark off an unnecessary conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3525653616528792840?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3525653616528792840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3525653616528792840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3525653616528792840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3525653616528792840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-glad-today-for-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1822628200500521592</id><published>2008-09-21T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:13:58.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've almost forgotten to post until I'm reminded today.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, anyway come October 13th, I'll have practically minimal time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Sunday 1st.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a little about Jehovah's Witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I've been hearing quite a lot about them in my NS.&lt;br /&gt;And even today, Brother Darren said something during the Youthdom that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;He was referring to Daniel 1:5 where the young men of Judah were trained for 3 years in Babylon before entering royal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he drew the comparison to 3 years in University and Polytechnic, then also to 3 years in NS which he quickly hinted that as a joke because NS is 2 year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, might he have been mentioning about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jehovah%27s_Witnesses"&gt;Jehovah's Witnesses&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've taken practically everything from Wikipedia...&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's convenient and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes there's a prosecution of Jehovah's Witnesses for their refusal to bear arms.(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Service_in_Singapore#Refusal_to_serve_and_conscientious_objection"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.wri-irg.org/co/rtba/singapore.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Controversies_regarding_Jehovah%27s_Witnesses"&gt;controversies&lt;/a&gt; regarding them too. Then again, which religion has no controversy?&lt;br /&gt;There are inevitably extremism in every religion, for example it's completely irrational to generalize all Muslims as terrorists just because of a minority extremist sect.&lt;br /&gt;If that is true, then aren't Christians terrorists too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in 1992, there was a &lt;a href="http://www.unitedhumanrights.org/Genocide/bosnia_genocide.htm"&gt;genocidal prosecution of Muslims by Christian Serbians&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, no one really talks about that eh...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow there's much more Islamophobia than Christianopobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be argued down to the usage of the word itself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say controversy is an emotion depicting the inability to accept differences.&lt;br /&gt;Since when was it written in black and right that something is wrong or right?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a law on controversy?&lt;br /&gt;Controversy is just a mere exaggeration of emotionally saying &lt;em&gt;no waaaay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed that Jehovah's Witnesses have done some aid work in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jehovah%27s_Witnesses#Aid_work"&gt;Rwanda genocide and the hurricane Katrina's devastation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally in my opinion, I find it difficult to imagine that there can not be any flexibility in our government..&lt;br /&gt;I believe the key issue for the inflexibility for their National Service commitments is that the group is already banned in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;So any arguments on religious grounds are automatically invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's rather silly to let them serve 3 years in prison, away from their family and such.&lt;br /&gt;Why not post them to Civil Defence? I'm sure national service can't only be restricted to combatants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims are provided with prayer allowances and halal food.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they have similar provisions too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not bring in why smoking is not illegal while other drugs are even though they both cause health problems and problems in society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1822628200500521592?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1822628200500521592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1822628200500521592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1822628200500521592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1822628200500521592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-almost-forgotten-to-post-until-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-151689866854847127</id><published>2008-09-16T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:28:13.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the insides of the bus is like a meat shop, packed full of the flesh of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still annoying that people jam up  the door way refusing to concede that the bus is too packed to be filled some more. So, each bus stop is a stand still of several minutes of trying to play tetris with humans as the blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely silly.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the bus driver tried a new innovative tactic to squeeze in more people; he helped the stragglers outside to tap their EZ link cards and allowed them to board from the rear -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it solves the problem of people refusing to move to the back of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I now sort of sympathize with the ones who block the bus corridor.&lt;br /&gt;It's so crowded that any more angry people shoving their way in will cause a lot of pain and molestations.&lt;br /&gt;Yes those space hogging bad guys are seen as saviours.&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible when our leadership tries to solve the traffic congestion by raising ERP fares, causing more bus congestion.&lt;br /&gt;(which means more business for bus companies rite?)&lt;br /&gt;Well, not enough $$$ apparently since they're heading towards another fare increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of walking...&lt;br /&gt;I saw one Caucasian on roller blades rolling along a jogging path yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong, just that he had a pair of ski poles with him.&lt;br /&gt;And he was trusting the poles forward and pulling himself ahead like skiing.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of him skiing on wheels in Singapore is a rare one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like trying that someday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I get enough money to buy the blades and poles plus the time to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time is a very precious thing in these times.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since they moved up my Tekong training forward -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda pissed that they shifted mine back from early October to later October then back again.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda difficult to plan my leave and stuff if I'm being shunted back and forth like some fleshy meaty ping pong meat ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have the urge to just abandon every other thing just to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's really easy to gain weight instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have more time than during school; no time to exercise at that time.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's a fallacy to say that I've more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, there's available avenue to study and practice academics, since that's what important in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in camp, physical wellness is the piority, however my unit have almost no physical exertion everyday. The "more time" I have actually is lesser and more inadequate than the academic time during school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm unable to effectively train on what's important in my current institution compared to schools, it requires me to fork out plenty of my free time to make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terribly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched &lt;a href="http://thenoose.mediacorptv.sg/"&gt;The Noose &lt;/a&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely good episode.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now wondering whether it's written by the owners and users of &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/"&gt;Talkingcock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemmi explain.&lt;br /&gt;They had this fake news report on 2 squabbling brands of detergents.&lt;br /&gt;One is called Actiongen and the other is called Oppogen.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the Actiongen spokesman branded it's product as reliable for over 40 years and gave an example of washing a stained RI uniform whiter than white.&lt;br /&gt;Plus how Oppogen manages to clean a white and black dress and turn it grey and black, protraying it's product as equal to Actiongen or even better, believing that Actiongen has dominated the market for waaaay too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't get it, think People's &lt;strong&gt;Action&lt;/strong&gt; party versus the &lt;strong&gt;oppo&lt;/strong&gt;sitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they poked fun by having the LTA introduce the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;uman &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ERP&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERP&lt;/span&gt;ies for short.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's a pretty good episode =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-151689866854847127?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/151689866854847127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=151689866854847127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/151689866854847127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/151689866854847127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-insides-of-bus-is-like-meat-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-8319327349891439456</id><published>2008-09-14T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:26:04.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, on Friday we all had our usual at Maria's place.&lt;br /&gt;Though the message was in good intentions, I do wonder sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Is it really possible to hide nothing within us all?&lt;br /&gt;I mean there're so many things that seems legitimate not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Things that will ah.... break and divide the people when told.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a sensitive issue, I don't think anyone can accomplish this without some kind of mediator.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not to past issues, but to future ones, there can be more honesty with a different mindset in place.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll agree that that level of understanding is epic when we each know each other's flaws, struggles, secrets and agonies.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's complex to achieve that safely, how on Earth did that actually fall into place with that other group of people?&lt;br /&gt;A miracle of sorts, a wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's difficult to be all honest when there are already &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enmity&lt;/span&gt; within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been checking out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MapleSea&lt;/span&gt; forums (something that I didn't do for a long time),&lt;br /&gt;apparently according to the forum posters, the hacking-from-China issue was a a rumour that was denied by a forum moderator, and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Asiasoft&lt;/span&gt; only came clean when someone reported it to the newspaper...(the thing had been happening since August.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they disabled the password changing functionality for the moment...(?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a logic to prevent the hackers from changing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pw&lt;/span&gt; and hijacking the account for good, but for those already compromised, there's no way change the already known password to prevent intrusion unless the person logged in 24/7 to prevent anyone else from accessing the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baah&lt;/span&gt;, this thing is no longer my problem, they can do whatever they want to my old accounts and take whatever scrolls, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mesos&lt;/span&gt;, weapons and armours I possess, they can prostitute my guild and use hacks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in game&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, maybe this is the day that money guzzling game is gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand the publicity in newspapers from this can generate more new members when they finally announce that their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ASEAN&lt;/span&gt; Maple Armed Forces (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ASEAN&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAF&lt;/span&gt;) finally defeated the PRC Maple Red Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole thing is gonna make the younger generations of Singapore be more wary of PRC, interesting, since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be a key point in their lives when their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lifestyles&lt;/span&gt; are under attack from a foreign force.&lt;br /&gt;Just when we're being encouraged to go and penetrate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PRC's&lt;/span&gt; marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;For most of the people, it'll be more painful than any terrorist attacks since it hits home this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8319327349891439456?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8319327349891439456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8319327349891439456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8319327349891439456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8319327349891439456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-on-friday-we-all-had-our-usual-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6832546159791158719</id><published>2008-09-12T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:44:11.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh here, we go, a 17 mile long &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider"&gt;Large Hadron Collider&lt;/a&gt;, apparently the world isn't swallowed by the black hole yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Thursday I was queueing up for some healthier food, I got rather annoyed at all the health conscious people around me...&lt;br /&gt;Cos they were all queueing up with me and I ended up waiting for 40 minutes to buy the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the western stalls are like.... not so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating deep fried dory for several days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while queueing up for da noodles, Hwee Ting and Cheryl bumped into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time I met someone I knew in this place...&lt;br /&gt;It's actually amazing how I met no one for months while I'm doing my ta pao mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to my little boring world -,-&lt;br /&gt;It's practically a cut and paste every week, yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6832546159791158719?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6832546159791158719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6832546159791158719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6832546159791158719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6832546159791158719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-here-we-go-17-mile-long-large-hadron.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7873850412710330209</id><published>2008-09-10T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:43:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I saw Jasmine Tye in the science canteen the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a very likely chance that it's her.&lt;br /&gt;My colleague has her poster pinned to his cubicle wall, so I remembered what she looked like on that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Not to go all paparazzi on this... but she looks much tanner in real life than in the poster.&lt;br /&gt;Those photo shoots are waaay too touched up, I guess real life is very different from magazines and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a flu going around, a disturbing number of people are sick.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm already infected-.-&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's a matter time for me to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I tried the gym during lunch today, yeah, plenty of stuff, but is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally though, I still think the old fashion way is better; more scenery, more stuff and people to look at =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfortunate that most of the cheap and healthy food have queues 10 metres long, the stuff that has shorter queues are fried oily stuff and expensive cafe food.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;It's unfortunate that junk food is much cheaper and convenient...&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like spending cash on those expensive stuff and queueing up like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and a half years more to go...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will not be back here haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7873850412710330209?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-4651512124531416545</id><published>2008-09-07T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:38:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept for 13 hours, ahhhh, I've never slept like that for a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days that I just wanna do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I've got absolutely nothing to post about!&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than yesterday where there was this lantern festival thing at Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;And we discovered that LJS is selling something that looks like nasi lemak for more than 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;lol, it's such a rip off when sold in Singapore cos we can always find cheaper nasi lemak anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe overseas, then it might sell well...&lt;br /&gt;But this is kinda silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had this chat on whether some of us will get "romantically involved".&lt;br /&gt;What else to talk about on a rainy evening... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a very possible thing, haha, cos we all spend quite some time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wonder if this sort of thing will just be counter productive.&lt;br /&gt;It's like.... since if 2 people are gushing over each other, then they'll spend more time alone and less time with the others, then I suppose one can call that kinda anti social or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think maybe it'll be a little strange within our group, maybe we're not used to something like that, but then... it being like incest is thinking &lt;em&gt;waaaay too far&lt;/em&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there'll be uncomfortable issues if the couple broke up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Might be difficult in the same social circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what's the point, if stuff like that happens, then it'll happen,&lt;br /&gt;maybe there's no need to seriously think about stuff like that other than chit chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4651512124531416545?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4651512124531416545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4651512124531416545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4651512124531416545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4651512124531416545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-slept-for-13-hours-ahhhh-ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2587154974825310484</id><published>2008-09-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:03:28.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays always make me tired.&lt;br /&gt;-.- Gaaaa, I wanna rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met Phoebe for lunch in Sci-Fac. canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to worm myself out of buying back food for my colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;The other time I had to carry 6 packs of grub back into the building.&lt;br /&gt;Better not volunteer too much or the whole floor will delegate every ones lunch to me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the only SAF unit with a possibility of meeting anyone for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I dunno, I'm still divided over whether it's possible and even safe to integrate 2 groups of people into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect that possibility to crop up last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's still kinda weird to see Adam's group with Phoebe's group -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like.... putting all the eggs into one basket.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering whether putting that many eggs into one basket will cause the basket to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Phoebe mentioned that maybe it's not because of a lack of opportunities, but whether we are &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt; of the opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it then?&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things turn out...&lt;br /&gt;Better not count my eggs before they hatch too.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray they all hatch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2587154974825310484?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/2587154974825310484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=2587154974825310484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2587154974825310484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/2587154974825310484'/><link rel='alternate' 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Such desperate strategies are needed in these insane ERP times.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we don't (mostly) drive cars, those who&lt;em&gt; do&lt;/em&gt; drive cars are forgoing cars for trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Tanah Merah, took bus 2 to changi village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice being on the top deck of the double decker bus.&lt;br /&gt;We were practically sight seeing the prisons facilities, the guard towers, wondering whether guys can apply for warden jobs in the women's prison... (-.- the answer is no.) etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the market, then went there and cycled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't rain there amazingly, it had been raining at practically everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole place was damp though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this bunch of minature statues by a clump of trees. They are quite small, like the height of a small water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Strange that I didn't notice those the other times I came there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a big pig in a pen and several rabbits in a kampong of sorts near the northern beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when were were stoning at the sea side of a southern beach, I kicked over a rock, and uncovered a centipede.&lt;br /&gt;It ran across the ground and a lizard promptly approached it in an inter-species duel.&lt;br /&gt;The 1 vs 1 combat was quick.&lt;br /&gt;The lizard held on to the centipede's head with it's jaws, the centipede countered with a death strangle around the lizard's neck.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the lizard was a small one, only about 25% bigger than the centipede, so the fight wasn't that unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the lizard ignored the black red scarf around it's neck and proceeded to head into the bushes with it's meal still clutching to it's predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some animal planet scene...&lt;br /&gt;There was a millipede too, but it was being boring by being curled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited a shrine of a German girl.&lt;br /&gt;More of a Chinese temple dedicated to the girl who jumped off a cliff or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this supposedly bad luck stretch of road that caused alot of bicycle accidents.&lt;br /&gt;It's a curvy angled S bend that leads to a long steep straight road down.&lt;br /&gt;And beside that S bend is a Chinese cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Really spooky.&lt;br /&gt;One of our guys witnessed an accident here the previous time he came.&lt;br /&gt;He said that spot was the one that had those Ubin accidents the newspaper mostly report about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then we tried to go to the quarry.&lt;br /&gt;Rather challenging going through slopes and dirt paths land mined with rocks and slippery clay.&lt;br /&gt;And through large puddles of quicksand-like mud.&lt;br /&gt;Had to peddle strongly to avoid being stuck in a pool of grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I wasn't the one in front.&lt;br /&gt;Cos the guy in front of me hit a deep mud hole and nearly crashed his bike, though managing to muddifying his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity that the quarry was closed.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my old geography trip to an Ubin quarry.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up the place, there was this large rock on top, engraved with some mandarin words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a picture there by the rock, though some of us refused to have their photographs taken there...&lt;br /&gt;At least nothing happened that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was pretty challenging, more on dexterity than strength though, we were practically cycling on rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity we didn't get to inside Chek Jawa, anyway the tide was high so can't really go deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-8590374629750557971?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/8590374629750557971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=8590374629750557971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8590374629750557971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/8590374629750557971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-ubin-with-adam-and-my-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7643089860659994496</id><published>2008-09-01T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:49:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too tired today to think, sometimes I realized that I woke up with pen in hand without realizing that I was sleeping in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of coffee fixed that up...&lt;br /&gt;It's really stupid how much I'm relying on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The dry cold atmosphere plays a constant sleep inducing melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to jog today, then it threatened to rain, so I ran to the bus stop and decided to go find Adam instead.&lt;br /&gt;Then it STOPPED threatening to rain, the drizzle just stopped like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really pissed so I walked to his work place to chat things up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they all are not in the right mood lol, since they all got some sort of office political crisis going on, baah... So much murderous thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some heart clogging food at the hawker centre, yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much changes all around everyone these few months, I guess there's progress and movement, quite unnerving how time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the old friends that I bump into are ever the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7643089860659994496?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7643089860659994496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=7643089860659994496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/7643089860659994496'/><link 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probably not turn up cos you did just that countless times before&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose maybe it isn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have done the same thing too in that circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it isn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, svc today had this American dude preaching mostly about faith.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's the basic of things that people sometimes forget, quite a way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's kinda obvious that to be Christians, you have to believe it in the first place, and then though it seems redundant, it's something that's at the epicentre of importance as it's the basic element that breaks or makes us as what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are non-religious connotations as well, here's one: &lt;em&gt;Without faith (believing in something), no matter what help you get from others and no matter your advantages, success is difficult since you'll not be rooting for success in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro Darren spoke on a related topic on Sunday during the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Youth' em LOL event&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ah least I din have to do the ushering throughout the whole thing, only the 1st segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He emphasized repeatedly to us to &lt;em&gt;Keep Making The Right Choices&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a sister topic to yesterday's one about faith.&lt;br /&gt;Other than faith, our choices and actions will determine our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Makig the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just had a thought, the messages seems similar to those in motivational lectures and activities.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which side borrowed from whom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4389415399469161220?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-2496119010261460512</id><published>2008-08-31T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:32:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, quite some time since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figured that nothing usually happens on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I was printing out the P-list on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I tried something new, a brochure leaflet format.&lt;br /&gt;A few trees died in vain because of my experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it came out pretty well at the end, but there were those challenging times where I printed the other side upsidedown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I tried out &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/internet-explorer/beta/default.aspx"&gt;internet explorer 8 beta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite impressed at the stuff that they included.&lt;br /&gt;Translations, multi search engine integrations, address and map finding, plus web slices as sort of a real time window of a portion of a webpage supporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that clean install is faster than my firefox 3 which seems to be slowing down with a ton of addons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway I still think FF3 is more secure though, anyway for the moment since IE8 beta is newer, there'll be lesser possibility of people finding loopholes to exploit the programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, this post is typed on IE 8 beta =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-2496119010261460512?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6940052775959973691</id><published>2008-08-26T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:58:21.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really stupid to only manage to get onto the bus after the 1st 2 went past me totally full.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I got 4 different buses to choose from. Or else I'll have to wake up even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much frustration that someone actually went in through the exit door (cos nobody will move to the back to allow more to board -,-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver tried to reason with the person, but it's so crowded that it's hard to know who is who, and he sent an emergency walkie talkie message to HQ to enquire what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The dude told him to get off at the next stop, go to the guy and confiscate the pass.&lt;br /&gt;But, the driver protested, saying that the bus is too crowded to move in, in fact, the fare cheat is probably stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;And ironically very safe too.&lt;br /&gt;Since the bus driver can't even squeeze inside the can of human meat from any doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yeah we got another buffet too, to celebrate someone's career advancement.&lt;br /&gt;Great food.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so many things, curry chicken, bee hoon, fried rice, brocolli, fried fish fillets with sweet and sour sauce, fishballs dipped in red slightly spicy sauce, and some kind of dim sum with black sweet sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Plus fruit punch and as a dessert; a chilled selection of longan and fruits drenched in sweetened water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda worried now since Ron is flying off soon.&lt;br /&gt;I need guidance!&lt;br /&gt;Sort of at a loss on what to do with some of the things regarding errr.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6940052775959973691?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/6940052775959973691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=6940052775959973691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6940052775959973691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/6940052775959973691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-really-stupid-to-only-manage-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-1788066419854657115</id><published>2008-08-24T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:30:57.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, and a nice little trip to watch Money No Enough 2 in the expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit Huat, Jian Hui and I were discussing seat rushing formations while queuing up...&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this sort of thing is always brutal in the rush to book seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tactics I learnt, the scout runs combined with lane blockers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only 3 of us against some groups numbering almost a dozen people, a distinct disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;Though we decided to take the front seats, it could be forseen that the front would be most likely to be taken by VIPs and stuff, which was proven true soon enough, luckily we were already heading right up the Charlie terrace and managed to book seats not that far up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew =.=&lt;br /&gt;Such intense moments lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascot was MIA as he lost his phone and had absolutely no way of contacting us (since nobody actually memorizes numbers).&lt;br /&gt;Then he whipped out the contact list card (thank God for that) and managed to contact us and collect his ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, his phone is stolen by some git...&lt;br /&gt;Though he can just report it to the cops with the phone ID...&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that no one including myself actually bother to write down the phone's ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orate.co.uk/Mobiles/imei.html"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;International Mobile Equipment Identity&lt;/b&gt; - a unique 15-digit code used to identify an individual GSM mobile telephone to a mobile network. It can be displayed on most phones by dialling &lt;b&gt;*#06#&lt;/b&gt;. It is also usually printed on the compliance plate under the battery.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least we all got there on time.&lt;br /&gt;The show was quite good, though the humour and stuff slowed down in the 2nd quarter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think the day lasted just nice, not too long, and I'm already at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Now I rest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-1788066419854657115?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/1788066419854657115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=1788066419854657115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1788066419854657115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/1788066419854657115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-and-nice-little-trip-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-9130684710816315200</id><published>2008-08-23T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:16:39.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A nice Saturday afternoon in Ron's place for cgm and then a slight walk to the bus stop as it was drizzling like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wished I had time to discuss the December event with them, but it seemed that we were always rushing for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've thought of the most feasible among all the possible ideas, which should be the busking one: flexible in timing and most inclusive to all age groups, plus no formal training, few minimum requirements and minimal health hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll ship that one next week -,-&lt;br /&gt;Got to hurry before my little island trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The translator for the Indonesian pastor was really funny hehe.&lt;br /&gt;That dude like.... translated things literally, and not fluently, so it sounds REALLY funny when the pastor described the incident where he accidentally knocked down a boy.&lt;br /&gt;"The boy fly up..... Hit the windscreen.... Fly up again... Land in front of car... Run over boy...etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that... it's supposed to be a serious story, and somehow that story about that tragic accident caused so much laughter, hope the pastor didn't think we're all sadists or something, that translator translate stuff as weirdly as&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/translate_t"&gt; google translate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ronaldo went for a $700 tongue operation for free since it uses an experimental laser to slice away tongue tissue to cure his short tongue.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist tried his new laser gun on him as a guinea pig so it's free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-9130684710816315200?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/9130684710816315200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=9130684710816315200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/9130684710816315200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/9130684710816315200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-saturday-afternoon-in-rons-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3671788336869478519</id><published>2008-08-22T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:02:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated one of my colleague's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a large creamy cake designed like a buff male torso in cheetah briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles placed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strategically&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to pull the strategic candles out with her mouth after blowing them... out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chit Huat later today in City hall.&lt;br /&gt;Place was super packed.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining any everyone was crowding into dry and cool aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed him to his errand.&lt;br /&gt;And he showed me that church in Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I realized what the long queue up on the 3rd floor was about.&lt;br /&gt;I usually thought it was some kinda of show or conference until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some hokkien mee in the food court.&lt;br /&gt;I got rather annoyed at the prawns with unpeeled shells.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring tissue or anything, so I ate the whole thing, ah, it's a crunchy prawn...&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad =D&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm getting the extra calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed quite a lot of stuff, mostly about the future of the cg.&lt;br /&gt;Personally though, if a person has exams and such things to do, it's common sense to moderate religion and studies.&lt;br /&gt;Putting God 1st by neglecting other commitments will not do much good if those other stuff gets screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things are important, like svc, but if the situation is critical, I think that person should be allowed some leeway and should make up for it with more worship and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to get 3 hamsters plus a cage, food and bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the usual winterwhites...&lt;br /&gt;But a sunny whitish slightly pale yellow variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were more yellowish, they might be chicken Mcnuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I disapprove of buying pets like that.&lt;br /&gt;So many people already buy pets on instinct and dump them into shelters and the streets, the money is better saved for a better purpose and adopting them from SPCA and such will be more beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that's Chit Huat's thing, I cannot impose my will.&lt;br /&gt;At least he's starting small.&lt;br /&gt;It might be problematic if he bought a rabbit or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be strains in taking care of them when he goes for his NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop lady also showed me her legendary nearly 3 year old hamster.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden behind a curtain in the storeroom of the shop, it's like a very FAT winterwhite.&lt;br /&gt;She apparently fed it vitamins and prestigious hamster food until it looks like a meat ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that it was probably female, then she went like, "how you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually I guessed it because I thought the hamster looks like the shop lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I saved my neck by saying that females usually live longer than males. phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3671788336869478519?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3671788336869478519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6521938471175942600</id><published>2008-08-22T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:48:24.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-i-saw-someone-familiar-this.html"&gt;*Private Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I thought I saw someone familiar.&lt;br /&gt;If that's her, then she has just gotten a whole lot prettier.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it might be a weird fantasy of mine hallucinating strangers into people I know...&lt;br /&gt;But I can almost feel the same character then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6521938471175942600?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-7575915356562969551</id><published>2008-08-21T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:11:36.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I reckon I'll have to blog about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Anything that doesn't involve my lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I got a spam mail trying to pull the religious heart strings,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, I saw your email address, ****@ yahoo.cn .&lt;br /&gt;A China yahoo account created by a dying widow from Kuwait?&lt;br /&gt;No way man...&lt;br /&gt;Delete and block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Mrs naomi solomon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 112 Rue Des Martyrs Cocody &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abidjan,Cote d'Ivoire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attn:&lt;br /&gt;Dearest One Of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the above named person from Kuwait. I am &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;married &lt;/span&gt; to Mr solomon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; anthony.who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine  years before he died in the year 2003. We were married for many years with out  child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four  days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before his death we were both born again Christian. Since his death  I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the  Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of  (US$2.500million dollars in a Bank in Abidjan Cote d'Ivoire west  africa).Presently,the fund is still with the bank.Recently, my Doctor told me  that i have serious sickness which is cancer problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one that,disturbs me most is my stroke sickness.Having known my  condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or individual that will  utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want a church that  will use this fund for orphanages, widows,propagating the word of God and to  endeavor that the house of God is maintained.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bible made us to understand that Blessed is the hand that  giveth. I took this decision because I dont have any child that will inherit  this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I dont want my  husband  efforts to be used by unbelievers. I dont want a situation where this  money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I  am not afraid of death hence i know where I am going. I know that I am going to  be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the lord will fight my  case and I shall hold my peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont  need any telephone communication in this regard because of  my health hence the presence of my husband  relatives is  around me always I  don't want them to know about this development.. With God all things are  possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the  bank here in Abidjan.I want you and the church to always pray for me because the  lord is my shephard. My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian.  Whoever that Wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth. Please  always be prayerful all through your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact me on the above e_mail address for more informations, any  delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church or individual  for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I  Stated herein. Hoping to receive your reply.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remain blessed in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Christ, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs naomi solomon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ok, on Wed, I took leave to go for the morning prayers, was so tired, apparently I'd never woken up that early for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a different experience, hmm, though I ended up sleeping at Ron's place later =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina dropped by for some chem help, though I didn't manage to help much.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten so much already.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, stupid me, and the TYS had my 2005 year O levels in it, I can almost remember it, mmm mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ron's bro/cousin's tutor that came to Ron's place is kinda conservatively dressed that day, unlike the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went out to do some errands, and eat some stuff, ate curry chicken and rice.&lt;br /&gt;Ron said that it was extremely hot and killable.&lt;br /&gt;But we tasted instead a decently spicy and favoured curry with juicy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe they accidentally poured a whole pot of chili into Ron's curry that other time.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing that Ron didn't think the uber spicy taste is completely unreasonable to swallow and continued anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-7575915356562969551?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/7575915356562969551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-3286410688765703069</id><published>2008-08-17T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:41:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://what-a-nice-cake.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-seems-that-its-all-happening-again.html"&gt;*Private Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, circumstances seem to be flowing towards a catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got quite some information to make a very very elaborate web of actions and consequences that I didn't notice before...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my theory is far fetched, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;But it fits most of the information.&lt;br /&gt;And this sort of thing has happened before too, with very ugly results.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the ball is already in motion.&lt;br /&gt;Different group of people, but same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;My arm is still tender from the triple needle stab.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday seems to be full of moments where my left arm got patted.&lt;br /&gt;Ow ow ow, and a random baby perched in the mother's arms whacked my arm too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-3286410688765703069?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/3286410688765703069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=3286410688765703069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3286410688765703069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/3286410688765703069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/08/private-post-sigh-circumstances-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503170082526730222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7mGjmHFwwJg/SKW1KAOrybI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y2gWuPsZ5F4/S220/Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32452031.post-6445831638790034116</id><published>2008-08-17T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:15:04.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gaaaa, at least I'm at home today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday JW. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy your kitchen device and the music box =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I overdid on the eating today.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had bee hoon with fried fish and egg plus 2 half boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;Then during lunch I had 1 vanilla custard bread puff and 1 strawberry custard bread puff and KFC variety meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate some salad thingy during dinner today at Mos burger.&lt;br /&gt;At least I feel less guilty after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the key topic today was doing the best in what you're good at and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you're currently doing,&lt;/span&gt; and not doing what you sucked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The italic phrase sort of defeats those who tried to use that excuse not to study for lessons lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess it's a path to a greater happiness if that philosophy is followed.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, one cannot expect no obstacles in trying to do in accordance to one's talent.&lt;br /&gt;Infact, there may be a lot of obstacles to attaining that.&lt;br /&gt;I think that bit isn't really elaborated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing is to defeat the obstacles to attain that philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ron nearly undergo binary fission on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;The door closed on him, it was so packed that he managed to squeeze in only halfway before the doors close.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he ended up in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;But our birthday girl  and Maria I think got left behind =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid trains, they know their train systems are already maxed out and then they still put the ERP gantries everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then more people take the train, resulting in an inevitable squeeze that SMRT cannot fix on their own.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ply more buses parallel to MRT lines?&lt;br /&gt;That seems like the only solution left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-6445831638790034116?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' 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fritter away while idling about waiting for my grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up packing lunch in MegaBites cafe because the higher prices are still successful in making some people prefer the outside queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the cafe prices are increasing, they added a bit of stuff to the set meals and then mark up the price.&lt;br /&gt;It's for example like McDonald's giving you your burger, fries, coke with a new additional mandatory side dish, and then increasing the price of the value meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ended up having my BMT push back to the 24Th of October for some unknown reason. -,-&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to spend an extra week with complete boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small cgm in Ron's place later today, it's kinda different without Roy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah I agree that the rest of us guys should take more proactive initiatives in things, I suppose we all have a lot to work on instead of being on the sidelines all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4225769"&gt;our Y chromosome is slowing shrinking over the millenia&lt;/a&gt;, we should not concede and fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all talk is useless without actions, well, we shall see in due course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-5946711584688450011?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/5946711584688450011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=5946711584688450011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/5946711584688450011'/><link 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though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn I'm tired, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32452031-4178913970012575454?l=what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/feeds/4178913970012575454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32452031&amp;postID=4178913970012575454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4178913970012575454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32452031/posts/default/4178913970012575454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-a-nice-night.blogspot.com/2008/08/crowded-days-during-lunch-since-i-now.html' 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