<?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-3676739961126569562</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:49:21.709+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the day it all turned green</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-1177786956014633718</id><published>2009-06-12T11:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:32:15.322+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal for Help</title><content type='html'>As some already know, I've had the shittiest of weeks. The project, car windscreen, the debacle in ethics tutorial, not going for ski trip, figuring out that a lot of judgement has been passed on me for the sending of the mass email. It really wasn't the easiest thing to do to send out an email to 200 over of my closer friends and get unexpected responses. It was even harder to send out another email taking back the words of my first. However, if anyone would still like to assist me in this time of financial stresses, you can donate to me via the paypal button or to my bank accounts. 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I met the most amazing girl on the plane (who's now my girlfriend). Had an awesome 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday surprise bbq celebration at Coogee beach, a wonderful Melbourne trip where I spent too much money shopping. The special day at southern cross station when I asked Amy to be my girlfriend. Going back early to Syd and missing Singapore day so that I could go watch Amy's Guzheng performance at some weird suburb that's so totally out of the way lol. My birthday night out at Arthur's Pizza then cold rock having icecream. Birthday cards from family, Natalie and then girlfriend. 2 of which has kittens(= The French for dummies from Amy wrapped in 2 pieces of paper that she spent the last bits of her black toner printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPobY4wiKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2XNC-p4-eG4/s1600-h/07112008122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPobY4wiKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2XNC-p4-eG4/s400/07112008122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807946560866466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPobArM0mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LReqQU4hXUY/s1600-h/07112008118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPobArM0mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LReqQU4hXUY/s400/07112008118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807940061549154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoa9xESXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fM55KhFU9Rc/s1600-h/07112008120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoa9xESXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fM55KhFU9Rc/s400/07112008120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807939280849266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoakgECYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/W5gP6Kf1m18/s1600-h/07112008121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoakgECYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/W5gP6Kf1m18/s400/07112008121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807932498643330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoaabBh0I/AAAAAAAAALw/oSFp0C_TFxw/s1600-h/07112008124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPoaabBh0I/AAAAAAAAALw/oSFp0C_TFxw/s400/07112008124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807929793152834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPolGlp67I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FAHOsqfvaig/s1600-h/07112008123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SRPolGlp67I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FAHOsqfvaig/s400/07112008123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265808113447594930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eating at all the different places with Amy. Church welcome dinner; Subway(Broadway); Shalom @ Anzac; Gloria Jean's at Newtown and Broadway; Thai La Ong, EASYWAY; Starbucks; Poporo; Newtown Indian place(before Olympics opening); Dumpling King; Taiwan Tea Inn @ Anzac; Ayam Goreng 99; Maccas; Pancakes at darling when she was down and again at the rocks with rahul; Broadway food court(the Italian food ran by Chinese couple); Dominos at rahul's and her place and biblestudygroup picnic; Caipeng at Unilodge; Sushi at Broadway; Lansdowne; Lousy noodle place on Anzac; Butterchicken @ UNSWFare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just received a bunch of stuff from the scout sergeants. Ivan, Ivna, Dann, Ben, Unclekai, Pnr John, Madman, Lam, Rayloh, YS Lim. Was laughing all the way back from the post office because of the face that Ivan drew of Rayloh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's an inventory of stuff I got in that package:&lt;br/&gt;1x orange cone that says "I AM GOING NUCKING FUTS!" I think from rayloh&lt;br/&gt;1x Torres Figure from pioneer&lt;br/&gt;2x Inspirational scrolls (one has Lam3:22-23 and the other Prov4:18) from YS Lim&lt;br/&gt;1x Photo from company cohesion from Ivan (the one with yuenloong and the 2 red bikini girls)&lt;br/&gt;1x Socks from uncle kai&lt;br/&gt;1x Cool plastic shades from Hairy&lt;br/&gt;1x A5 Notebook from madman (the rest complain that his notebook made the postage weight double!)&lt;br/&gt;1x Green light stick (no idea who gave this)&lt;br/&gt;1x D.I.Y. Magic Crystal Jelly… the funny jelly that grows in size if u put in water(from ivan)&lt;br/&gt;1x Singtel Post-its that advertises the FREE Unlimited SMS with the singtel mobile student plan(DAMN IT I WANT FREE SMS IN AUSTRALIA) also from ivan&lt;br/&gt;1x "How To Walk in LOVE" from Ivna – on the plastic covering it says "HAPPY KEN HAPPY AMY"&lt;br/&gt;1x Photo frame frm 54C TC. Hahaha damn gay photo frame with a message in the center!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS GUYS. YOU GUYS MADE MY DAY! 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I HAD to take a video (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o27v5U1exWg"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o27v5U1exWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-9088354351927919385?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/9088354351927919385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=9088354351927919385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/9088354351927919385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/9088354351927919385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/08/glens-out-of-focus.html' title='Glen&apos;s out of focus'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-3567765767531229539</id><published>2008-06-24T22:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:00:23.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kept promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess everything just piles up. It's true. Nice guys finish last. When it's always about the other party's wellbeing and feelings, the nice guy will get neglected. Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember asking about going to church, and bible study and all. It so happens that someone else did as well. What a positive response that person got. I just got shot down. With an email. How personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously doubt things can return to even a fraction of what it was. More and more I see how much everything was based on lies. When even at this point, lies keep flowing. When it's so easy to throw away everything now, I doubt it even meant anything at the start. Ghost of a good thing. And I do hate the winter in Lexington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Age Six Racer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Hey thanks, thanks for that summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;It's cold where you're going &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I hope that you're heart's always warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I gave you the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I gave you the best that i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;You passed on the letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;And passed on the best that i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;So, So long sweet summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;So long sweet slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I fell into you, now you're gracefully falling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-3567765767531229539?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3567765767531229539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=3567765767531229539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3567765767531229539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3567765767531229539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/06/kept-promises.html' title='Kept promises'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-2773298450660691817</id><published>2008-06-21T05:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:39.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back when i still had hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIVO9qeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ed1uRxAdRNA/s1600-h/oldpics,+sis+graduation+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIVO9qeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ed1uRxAdRNA/s320/oldpics,+sis+graduation+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214051407820073442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When caveman style hair was still vogue. That, and tucked out uniform. And teachers threatening to not allow me to take my A Levels. And the nonchalance look while taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIdpc_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wQtTKh0Za1I/s1600-h/oldpics,+sis+graduation+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIdpc_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wQtTKh0Za1I/s320/oldpics,+sis+graduation+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214051410078661714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Chloe Sim Meow Meow - Self explanatory really... If only i can get the vid of him walking around with his head in the tissue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIq6DGXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VaKPDQP8xqY/s1600-h/220108+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIq6DGXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VaKPDQP8xqY/s320/220108+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214051413637929330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere in Taiwan between turns playing the "kiap kiap" machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwII6h2pjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KVhd3v0W_7U/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwII6h2pjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KVhd3v0W_7U/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214051417831417394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the switchfoot concert. I think I was still teaching at Macpherson then... and my hair was highlighted. ROCK FOR WAYNE tshirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIJN8huaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4UPXbhxqzrw/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIJN8huaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4UPXbhxqzrw/s320/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214051423043565986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half of the youth! Thats really a gay smile but... nothing new really hahaha. OH MAN I MISS YOU GUYS. AND I'M REALLY JEALOUS THAT RIGHT NOW YOU GUYS ARE AT PULAU SPRINGS HAVING CHURCH CAMP AND I'M TRYING TO CRAM FOR EXAMS!!! ARGHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-2773298450660691817?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2773298450660691817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=2773298450660691817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2773298450660691817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2773298450660691817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-when-i-still-had-hair.html' title='Back when i still had hair'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwIIVO9qeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ed1uRxAdRNA/s72-c/oldpics,+sis+graduation+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-8777656337212221967</id><published>2008-06-21T05:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:29:44.461+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I affected so much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's a question I really haven't asked myself. I ought to. So I did. And this is the answer I got from myself. I feel utterly cheated. It feels as if the entire friendship was built upon lies and a bloody joke that's even funny. I also thought I let too many good friendships go because of this joke. Don't expect me to smile and shake hands and think everything's all cheery and rosy, and that this entire thing didn't happen. I thought I could. But no. It gets hard when someone you think you know ends up being so phoney. It sucks worse especially when they were once the rocks that set me in place in Sydney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let go. How do I even do that? When you're going to be in the same course for 6 years, your lives are bound to cross. When the people you hang out with are the same, it really isn't easy. When I have been ignored, thrown aside (for other more fun friends) and kindness abused, how can I still just turn around with smile and say it doesn't matter? Why do I still say it's not a problem when most of the time, it is the main problem that's been keeping me up, distracting me from studying, distracting me from my other friends???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I ask myself. Why bother? Why even care? There are so many good people and worthy friends out there that I can have and make. But really, how can you be closest of friends for 3 months, and then suddenly not talk? That's my difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be surprised if aforementioned parties read this and are surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Screw this shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-8777656337212221967?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8777656337212221967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=8777656337212221967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/8777656337212221967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/8777656337212221967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-am-i-affected-so-much.html' title='Why am I affected so much?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-5515077154400639715</id><published>2008-06-11T01:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:39.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn’t get to watch Edward scissorhand in the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahahaha happy now Shawna? Hahaha we didn't watch in the end cauz i had clinical at Sutherland hospital which was like far far far far far away. So i didn't know if i could make it in time. Coupled with the fact that it was peak hour traffic... yea.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwGxqd802I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8LRmtgOuJUA/s1600-h/oldpics,+sis+graduation+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwGxqd802I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8LRmtgOuJUA/s320/oldpics,+sis+graduation+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214049918871458658" border="0" /&gt;Chloe sleeping in the laundry basket (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-5515077154400639715?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5515077154400639715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=5515077154400639715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/5515077154400639715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/5515077154400639715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/06/didnt-get-to-watch-edward-scissorhand.html' title='Didn’t get to watch Edward scissorhand in the end'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/SFwGxqd802I/AAAAAAAAAJg/8LRmtgOuJUA/s72-c/oldpics,+sis+graduation+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6504752608671608321</id><published>2008-06-02T03:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:39:18.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rants | Mindless Muses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always thought the ideal friend is one who can dispense the right words to make you feel better, the rock who is ever so reliant. But then I realise that's not a friendship. It's a mentorship. I also believed in sharing some of my inner most thoughts because, then, it becomes a relationship, not some one way problem solving counselling session. Sometimes when I'm emo, I let it be known to my best friends (whether explicitly or by facial expression etc). It's not that I'm looking for any sympathy. It's just that I do not believe in hiding any of my feelings especially to those who mean a lot to me. So what indeed is the ideal friend? Probably someone who's there when you need someone? Someone who brings out the best in you? Someone who makes you feel good about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's hard to think these issues through when the only things that running through your mind are IVF as well as the exam that's looming around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note, I've found myself a bible study group. I feel very comfortable with them and during my first meeting volunteered to be birthday reminder boy. I had dinner with them after FOCUS church meeting. It's pretty awesome to hang with this bunch of people. I'm on that high and have this crazy feeling of expectation not unlike how I felt when I first met my OG on the first day of school. Surprisingly, I didn't feel too left out when Penny, Chris, Dory and Denzil went to macers. Normally, I would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after weeks thinking about this, I figured it is really essential to be true to friends as well as my feelings. There's no more bottling up stuff. Apparently if I do so, even though I think I'm trying not to be bitchy about things, it shows on my face so very clearly. I also think it's not healthy for me and my unrealistic expectations of my friends. Even though I know my friends are not obliged to return any of my treatment, I think deep down inside I probably still yearn for some of that. Perhaps what I'm really seeking is emotional comfort. But it really is unfair to ask for that much and not consider how much the other parties are going through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nip|Tuck has to be locked away. I bought season 1-4 and I really should chuck it aside until after the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to Edward Scissorhand this Thurs! First show at the Sydney opera house!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6504752608671608321?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6504752608671608321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6504752608671608321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6504752608671608321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6504752608671608321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-rants-mindless-muses.html' title='Random Rants | Mindless Muses'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-3035822945608774124</id><published>2008-05-07T02:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:55:52.871+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extract from Cheryl’s blog from oh so long ago... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I had a fantabulous dinner with KEN SIM, yay! So that was just a nice ending to an already nice day ;D Heh heh I made him come all the way from camp at Bedok just to have dinner with me in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet again he's gotta listen to me rant about the same stuffs... For the... 4th time running, right? He says that it's become a routine for him to talk to me like that. But you've gotta have some faith in me ok! Hehe. Just about someday we'd be able to stop talking about this already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as usual, I was craving for a Zinger, so that was what we had. Beat that man, all the way from Bedok just to have a Zinger with Cheryl Chan. Queue was super long. So we were texting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In case you forget. Normal fries. Lemonade. And get a spoon please! Hehe thanks! you rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"!! There's a waitress here who's quite chio... Haha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I guess the long queue is worth it afterall. In the event the food doesn't satisfy. Lol. Deprived army boys. Tut tut! Or that I'm not entertaining enough tonight! Heehee. Anyway. I see coloured straws! I want red. THANKS! Oh gosh I can't believe I just said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am not a deprived army boy! I merely told you my observation... And your order is so troublesome..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 13pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gives you more conversation time with miss chio. And eye contact. Wink wink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha I've been catching up with Cheryl online the last few days. Amazing. She's in Christchurch. We were supposed to meet up before either of us left for NZ or Aus... but didn't have the time, or rather had other commitments. Oh well. Once again its back to the mutual bitching abt other people... Whining is a more accurate word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol the scenario we're on now is teenage pregnancy. It's amazing how much we have to learn on the pelvis and female reproductive system. And its abit difficult because i haven't learnt any of it. The other sgp dudes learnt it in sec 4 for O lvl bio and took human reproduction for their option topic in A lvl bio... i dropped bio after sec 3, and did biotech in A lvl. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently went up to the blue mountains with Penny Xinyi(penny's cousin) and Chris for a lil holiday. It was freaking cold. 2-9 degrees. But we were prepared. It was good fun, waking up at 5+am to give Penny a wake-up call only to find out she's been awake for an hr. Chionging for the train, The girls sleeping with their hoodies over their faces, Great scenary in Katoomba, Walking to see the 3 sisters. Took the funicular tram, cable car, gondola... did that all before in our last trip to syd with the parents but its all fun doing it again with friends! Making the beds, Almost staying awake the whole night, getting trashed by penny and xinyi in pool and foosball, playing blackjack with chips frm hsien's poker set. Free internet!!!! Trying to learn how to screw the ball properly but only realising that my stance, posture and the way i hold the cue is totally off )= Sneaking back downstairs to find xinyi's lipbalm, having a hard time waking the girls. Xinyi still operating on Singapore time (omg that was hilarious her 4 alarms didn't work cauz she was still on sgp time hahahaaA). The awesome lunch at that pub; penny breaking the dart, penny making that crazy pool shot that got the bartenders awestruck(i was just shaking my head... cauz any compliment had negative effect on the girl). Rushing to get the tics, to get the train, everyone sleeping on the train. The lady appearing and disappearing. Coin drop(with bad results this time), Samsung 22 inch LCD, My logitech G5 mouse, Nice dinner at some Italian restaurant, not finding the stupid coindrop which was actually on George street not on Pitt street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all really good fun. I'm so glad we're all a spontaneous bunch (= Nxt time we'd prob go to the caves; if and when we have more money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-3035822945608774124?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3035822945608774124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=3035822945608774124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3035822945608774124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3035822945608774124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/05/extract-from-cheryls-blog-from-oh-so.html' title='Extract from Cheryl’s blog from oh so long ago... =)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6890142961273997419</id><published>2008-04-16T21:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:18:52.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Musings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;haha eventually we'll get our own tank and compressor so we can dive from our own van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;glen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;*yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;boat boat damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;the plans lying dormant in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;damn it damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;glen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;u know the bumboats to ubin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;19k second hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;damn big leh those boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;we can buy those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and convert to dive boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and then put compressor on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and run our business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and eventually we'll upgrade to a ship... and put a decompression chamber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;as a mobile decompression unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;or we sail with the US navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;our navy too noob alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;dun want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;glen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;we make it nuclear powered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;then we do humanitarian aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;glen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;then we can power all sorts of crap already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;nuclear power is damn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;glen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;can run a lab on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;can be the boat doctors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 3pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#545454; font-family:MS Shell Dlg; font-size:10pt'&gt;k  e  n says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and we hire serologists, patho, onco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;erm... dermatologist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;in case our customers scared of the sun... and effects of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;basket our dermatologist will earn the most money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;we put an operating theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 13pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;and hire an anesthetist for minimum wages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif; font-size:10pt'&gt;but we let him dive for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6890142961273997419?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6890142961273997419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6890142961273997419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6890142961273997419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6890142961273997419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/04/dive-musings.html' title='Dive Musings.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-103900432656171388</id><published>2008-04-16T16:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:22:27.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m using Microsoft word to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok this is quite cool. I figured i could use Microsoft word to publish directly to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all who's still reading my blog, i know i haven't updated it in the longest time. Sorry for that. I can't really put images up but my photos are all on facebook. Add me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last few weeks have been the craziest time in my life. I moved to Sydney, stayed in an apartment with 2 really really nice Malaysian dudes, started medical school, went for Mardi Gras (omg it was insane... there were these gay Taiwanese dudes who were really pissed at me because i stole all their hugs... all i had to do was yell HEYYY to any of the paraders, stick my hands out, and they'd come over to give me a hug... i wore a tight pink shirt, hair band... and will never do this again), holidayed in Melbourne during the easter break (the most amazing thing was that the friend who was hosting penny... is henry and will's housemate!!! Lunch at their place was like mini ECC gathering... uncle benny, aunty prue, nat, will, henry, aunty nat...; met loads of friends in melb. Got my new phone in melb[dad bought frm sgp and passed to aunty prue]. Got late for our bus to the airport... rahul rox.), ice cream cone at macers(over here pple call it macers and not macs. Ice cream cone is 50c. Having the resolution not to eat at macers anymore, breaking that the day after. We call the macs across shalom KAP cauz it had the play area that reminded us of KAP. Running back up baser steps to upper campus because penny had her curfew to meet.), Sunday mornings in the city for church (chris penny and i attend Wesley Mission at 220 pitt street, starbucks(hub) coffee every Sunday morning, awesome lunch after church at Ginger and Spice [&lt;a href='http://www.smh.com.au/news/restaurant-reviews/ginger-amp-spice-singapore-restaurant/2007/10/01/1191090984613.html'&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/news/restaurant-reviews/ginger-amp-spice-singapore-restaurant/2007/10/01/1191090984613.html&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://sydney.citysearch.com.au/restaurants/viewContent/1119945819575/1137405250458'&gt;http://sydney.citysearch.com.au/restaurants/viewContent/1119945819575/1137405250458&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://www.bestrestaurants.com.au/restaurants/NSW-Sydney-gingerspice.aspx'&gt;http://www.bestrestaurants.com.au/restaurants/NSW-Sydney-gingerspice.aspx&lt;/a&gt;,] timsum, jap food etc.), chionging late nights to complete work(individual assignments, draft portfolio, group projects, no-doz caffeine tabs the next day)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd really love to upload pics, but everytime i want to do that i'm in my room. And internet in my room is billed per mb. Its 2c/mb. Free wifi in the library and most other parts of sch but whenever i'm in the library or in sch, i don't remember to upload pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a. Rina's birthday today so.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I miss ECC... cant wait to go back in June. Pity i'll be missing out on church camp in june. I'm probably going to commit myself to the rest of the mission trips ECC organise. GTG back to work... )=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-103900432656171388?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/103900432656171388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=103900432656171388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/103900432656171388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/103900432656171388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-using-microsoft-word-to-blog.html' title='I’m using Microsoft word to blog...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6990665325527594666</id><published>2008-04-04T15:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:48:31.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>it came crashing down</title><content type='html'>didn't we kill it the last time?  probably. but its surfacing again. gone were the days of peace and safety. never can we have an avro of fun and laughter without worrying about the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began a long time ago. how naive we were, thinking that all was fine. even in our father's time, the monster was lurking. finding that opportunity to strike. waiting for the point when we were most complacent and at our weakest. it'll strike hard, again and again, until the village is no more. our home. our little sanctuary. the beast is sneaky. even thou most were ignorant about it, even in the early days, the village sent our warriors to battle. time after time, we overcome the beast. but just barely. we never got a chance to finish it off. it ran off, only to recover and strike again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complacency has no place in this battle. the monster has its minions. hiding in every corner. whispering in our heads evil thoughts, gathering false information and spreading it around. that's how the monster works best. it gives us the confidence that we will not fail. overconfidence is the bane of our village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, as the monster approaches our shore, we begin preparation for battle. this time, the whole village is involved. this time, we fought off the initial wave of minions. this time, we're wary of the monster's tricks. will we prevail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6990665325527594666?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6990665325527594666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6990665325527594666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6990665325527594666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6990665325527594666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-came-crashing-down.html' title='it came crashing down'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-1760154639255837404</id><published>2008-03-16T16:40:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:21:52.998+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith or Deed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So are we justified by faith or deeds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To say that blind faith without deed is a farce would be rather harsh. I'd prefer to put it this way: we should let our actions express our faith in a way that is befitting of a Christian. Its one thing to postulate or discuss. Its another altogether when we're brought back down to earth and are distracted by earthly desires, emotions and beliefs. Its easy to say if its meant to be, it'll be; but the possibility of our actions changing the outcome dangles like a carrot. Our freedom of choice is the very thing that causes us to make wrong decisions. Wouldn't it be great if a path is created for us which we would only just have to follow? No difficult or wrong decisions would have to be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Constantly, we're exposed to seeds of evil and jealousy being planted in our heads. Its a constant battle or even a war with the evil forces in the world. But sometimes we're so caught up with the world that we allow these seeds of evil and jealousy to manifest. Brothers and sisters reading this, I tell you, it is a fallen world we live in, and we are all flawed. A conscious effort has to be made to fight the evil. Extract ourselves from the worldly situation and look at our lives through heaven's eyes. Then reflect on our actions and thoughts. Evil grows in our minds so I always find myself asking for purity in thought, to be true to what i say, believe, and even think i believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I wait for God's master plan to unravel itself to me? Or do I begin to pursue what I actively believe in? How do you follow your heart when all its telling you is to screw someone over? How can i tell somebody that their thinking is flawed when i share the exact sentiments? How do you not feel like a fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can i do to make sure my will is alligned with God's plan for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-1760154639255837404?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1760154639255837404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=1760154639255837404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/1760154639255837404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/1760154639255837404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith-or-deed.html' title='Faith or Deed?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-2256612139234657372</id><published>2008-03-15T09:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:40.217+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My first cooked breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Attempts at preparing something for breakfast came through. I finally have a proper breakfast. Although i really should have done the bacon last, so it'll be nice and hot, its all good =). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9sDb2zLn0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/jMAfi75oviA/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177735973694054210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9sDb2zLn0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/jMAfi75oviA/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh glen taking out the trash isnothingggggggg la. haha I really have to make a concious effort not to go to Macers or eat instant noodles for meals. Things are about to change for the better after yesterday's grocery spree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177736553514639186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9sD9mzLn1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/sXIeaBQnii8/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to melb over easter!!!! cant wait! &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/3676739961126569562-2256612139234657372?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2256612139234657372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=2256612139234657372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2256612139234657372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2256612139234657372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-cooked-breakfast.html' title='My first cooked breakfast'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9sDb2zLn0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/jMAfi75oviA/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-7722614227901274843</id><published>2008-03-10T14:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:40.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9Sr5WzLnzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2BBL6UNLZ3Y/s1600-h/SantanCNY_Sydney+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175950873616686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9Sr5WzLnzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2BBL6UNLZ3Y/s320/SantanCNY_Sydney+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9SppWzLnyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NnRxuTUKeFE/s1600-h/SantanCNY_Sydney+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175948399715524386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9SppWzLnyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NnRxuTUKeFE/s320/SantanCNY_Sydney+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-7722614227901274843?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7722614227901274843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=7722614227901274843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7722614227901274843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7722614227901274843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R9Sr5WzLnzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2BBL6UNLZ3Y/s72-c/SantanCNY_Sydney+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-7401116691621526850</id><published>2008-02-29T23:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:09:33.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure day and photos</title><content type='html'>damn it i've been trying for the last 1 hr to upload stuff but it cldnt work... shall try again tmr using free internet hahahaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-7401116691621526850?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7401116691621526850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=7401116691621526850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7401116691621526850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7401116691621526850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/departure-day-and-photos.html' title='Departure day and photos'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6553447517053337736</id><published>2008-02-27T23:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:34:33.988+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Sydney</title><content type='html'>Really heartwarming to have so many pple see me off yesterday. Macpherson 4D kids. You guys are the best, seriously. The apple and chocolate cakes were superbo. I had the apple one in the lounge. Lots of pics of me eating it... Chocolate on the plane. Box had to be thrown away cauz cant bring foodstuff into aus. I love the columbia shirt as well but seriously guys... i'd have done better in a S size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RY, Glen, Horny Ho, Jensen Ang. Chums from S03H, 4D, Band. Kudos to u guys for being superb hang out buddies and great friends. Thx for the Scottish made scarf and motivational book. Please do keep the band intact. If we can jam/gig in July that'll be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Daryl Ho(jib**) haha... It was nice having u guys over for dessert and drinks the night before. Its really nice to catch up like that after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Lee, Alvin Wong, Jiang Yang, Harris, John. Thx for coming by. Ivan, I have yet to thank your mom for stuff in macpherson. It was really an eye opening experience. Alvin, you somehow made working in Macpherson less of a job and more of play. JY, when are u coming over haha? Harris, thx for rushing down from Jurong. John the next time i see you... ORD LOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus, Nahum, Kenneth, Chloe, Nick, Rachel, A.Rina, A.Prue. Marcus thx for the lil. call u made in the afternoon. Nahum thx for TRYING to call ahahha... Kenneth Chloe Nick A. Prue, thx for the kind smses. Rach, the lil going away pack rly made my day. I mentioned i was grinning like an idiot reading your letter on the plane. A. Rina, thx for the chocs and the card. I feel really appreciated and i truly hope that what i did for the youth made some impact on the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinbock, Frank Oh, Joshua Thia, Ivan Lim, Nelson, Danny, See Hong, Roger, JingHui, Yohannes. Thx for the smses. Nelson Roger and Josh, pity we cldnt meet up before i left. Will find u guys sometime in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry photos cannot come up at this point... i'll update with pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6553447517053337736?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6553447517053337736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6553447517053337736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6553447517053337736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6553447517053337736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-to-sydney.html' title='Off to Sydney'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6298635840591350762</id><published>2008-02-26T13:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:40.647+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its crazy. I'm having insanely mixed feelings about leaving for Syd. Well the prospect of having a new life is really exciting. But the thought of leaving everything behind is quite... unsettling. The packing process is really emo.. and my last few days at Macpherson made it alot worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost all packed. Leaving tonight. Been meeting up with whole bunches of people. Kudos to the treats. Met with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nick Ong&lt;/span&gt; last sat for lunch, we headed to Sun with Moon @ Wheelock. Had a nice chat about how things are turning out as we grow up. Its indeed amazing how far we've all come since our sec sch days. Dinner was with RI 4D class. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bernard, Sweesen, Jensen Ang, Liang King, WoonYang, ChinBock, HoPing, Beng, Joseph &amp;amp; ZhongYe&lt;/span&gt;. Went to Fish&amp;amp;Co and had a spendid time reliving our memories, gossiping about other classmates etc. Trooped down to Timbre after that and played some games where i had to end up asking some waitress for her number and ben ng had to get her photo(but we obviously failed). Chionged back home after. 1GDS scout specs came over. More accurately the "cool club". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ivan lee, Ivan lim, John Teng, CX, Hardo&lt;/span&gt; and I all sat in Dann's car and exposed ourselves to being victims of horrible car crashes. Saw Man U whoop Arsenal 4-0. Hardo slept a weird porno position thats only made possible of him. Dann tried to fit into my luggage. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171119888576787266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R8OCJBGTs0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yy4Inq74PFU/s400/n513546312_430281_5807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yest i met with Ry, Jensen, Frank Oh and KangWen for lunch. I totally forgot about the breakfast i was supposed to have with Frank and he didnt remind me so... Lunch was so bloody late at around 230. Another round of juicy gossip this time involving RJ pple esp N*****. I never knew guys could be so Ba Gua(do not mistake for BBQ Pork)... Youth was kinda sad. Only Chloe, Nick, HJ, Kenneth, Rach, RY and Me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tbc... i cant seem to finish my posts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6298635840591350762?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6298635840591350762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6298635840591350762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6298635840591350762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6298635840591350762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R8OCJBGTs0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yy4Inq74PFU/s72-c/n513546312_430281_5807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-553444157632170145</id><published>2008-02-21T23:12:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:40.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell from Macpherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R8KxvBGTszI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZrUKCYXDezA/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170890743481611058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R8KxvBGTszI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZrUKCYXDezA/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farewell gifts. I got a bottle of green tea from (argh i'm smacking myself for forgetting his name), that guy in 3D, Lumont chocolate muffin from wayne, alvin and ivan, Van Houten from Violetta(she's really the sweetest thing haha), Kinder Bueno from one of the girls from 3D... i cant rmb who... either an li or V again. And a mysterious bodywash pack appeared on my table today... i dont know who gave it but i'm claiming it as my own anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has really been an amazing eye-opening experience teaching at Macpherson. Growing up in such a sheltered environment, i've never gotten exposed to most of the stuff these kids are used to. Coming from a single sex school where elitism is a well debated topic, i really learn alot from my time in a co-ed neighbourhood school(no offence here guys). When its never about learning but about getting an education. When it sometimes get to the point of discipline and not teach. When sticking to the schedule is an amazing feat. I found it difficult to follow the weekly plan and when the kids actually learn its a helluva achievement. Mrs Ho Wai Lin was an inspiration. My methods and mannerisms in class were almost fully emulated from our sec 3/4 classes. Its really a respectable job you're doing Mrs Ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tbc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-553444157632170145?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/553444157632170145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=553444157632170145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/553444157632170145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/553444157632170145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell-from-macpherson.html' title='Farewell from Macpherson'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R8KxvBGTszI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZrUKCYXDezA/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-834585893613386082</id><published>2008-02-17T14:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:41.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Crazy day. I came home half dead thou. On tue Alvin, Ivan and I trooped off to Candy Empire to get gifts for our students. Alvin has an absymal sense of direction. I got chided for actually having a sense of direction... and apparently Millenia Walk is at Raffles Hotel!@#~!@~!@~$~@!##$#@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we bought loads of stuff from Candy Empire. Got something for all my students and Rach and Deb(cauz i'll be at their house tuitioning rach). Wanted to get something for Abi but i thought since its V Day and she's attached, i didn't suppose she'd stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haribo and Cadbury is a surefire way to make pple happy. Glen says Haribo can be used to bribe anyone... haha. Bought 5B a box of nice chocolates as well because they were a small class... but apparently my sec 3 class caught wind of it and i'm being accused of being biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzhxGTstI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VC6P8W9ckbU/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V DAY!&lt;/a&gt; I had a good time giving out the chocolates and sweets to my 3 classes. A few students were adamant about not taking any(its amazing how anyone can refuse Haribo or Cadbury). One was Violetta... i tried to con her into taking but it failed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rents picked me from Macpherson right after my last class. We went to Robinsons and i got a suit made. It looks splendid cauz its tapered in the mid. Got a pair of Lacoste glasses as well so i'd have a spare to use in Aus. Dinner was wonderful too. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hosoi Teppan-Yaki House! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit Number&lt;br /&gt;#B1-058&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Number &lt;br /&gt;63419298&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzhxGTstI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VC6P8W9ckbU/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168922390034625234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzhxGTstI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VC6P8W9ckbU/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uziBGTsuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rDuZ01vbVi8/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168922394329592546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uziBGTsuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rDuZ01vbVi8/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzihGTsvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3ezX5ktKGGo/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168922402919527154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzihGTsvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3ezX5ktKGGo/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzixGTswI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LghdUsJLnCI/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168922407214494466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzixGTswI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LghdUsJLnCI/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt manage to get pictures of the my tenderloin because i was too hungry and started on it before i remembered to take any. Oh well. Overall experience is an almost perfect 4.5/5. The only set back is that they're grossly understaffed, only 1 member of the staff speaks english, and the serving order of our dinner. We had appetiser, crab, soup, salad, then the beef(crab and beef are both part of the main course), and finally dessert. Weird shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rushed down for tuition. Rach goes nuts after eating chocolates. Note to self: dont give her too much chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-834585893613386082?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/834585893613386082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=834585893613386082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/834585893613386082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/834585893613386082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-birthday.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7uzhxGTstI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VC6P8W9ckbU/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-7386429051651017198</id><published>2008-02-12T15:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:42.692+11:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE(2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, not the lousy movie staring jet li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165948434419790418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7EiuxGTslI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pScLnfX81VM/s400/jetli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but an NYJC event, featuring all the current(and former) talent in NYJC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165946269756273218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7EgwxGTskI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DsbZlAAEXrA/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T'was really the best gig i've ever played at. Funny how all the better gigs always happen in school. Previously it was the RI Graduation '03, O2 Nite '04 , Ohana '04(RJC open house 2004). Then the lousy gigs... Birthday(kenneth's cousin's)@Hilton; SAFAirWingGraduationBall@Furama etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny how my band has talent, but when we come together, our jams or gigs always happen to suck. Probably cauz we're a big band, we try stuff that's too difficult and we play covers too specifically. We're not making music, we tended to focus more on recreating music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPBGTsmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/snOYRiMhXdk/s1600-h/n511884413_649083_6150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951187493827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPBGTsmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/snOYRiMhXdk/s400/n511884413_649083_6150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPBGTsnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NUdQdp_KiKw/s1600-h/n511884413_662715_8511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951187493827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPBGTsnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NUdQdp_KiKw/s400/n511884413_662715_8511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPRGTsoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CRrwhAh6So0/s1600-h/n511884413_662718_9355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951191788794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPRGTsoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CRrwhAh6So0/s400/n511884413_662718_9355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPRGTspI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TTyCAmCJ1UY/s1600-h/n511884413_649084_6409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951191788794514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPRGTspI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TTyCAmCJ1UY/s400/n511884413_649084_6409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPhGTsqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/csJY7yE3NbU/s1600-h/n511884413_662716_8769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951196083761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElPhGTsqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/csJY7yE3NbU/s400/n511884413_662716_8769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElsRGTsrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ju98DPfviXs/s1600-h/n511884413_662719_9571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951690005000882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElsRGTsrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ju98DPfviXs/s400/n511884413_662719_9571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElsRGTssI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aTGGpjLAyas/s1600-h/n511884413_649086_6816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165951690005000898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7ElsRGTssI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aTGGpjLAyas/s400/n511884413_649086_6816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-7386429051651017198?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7386429051651017198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=7386429051651017198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7386429051651017198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7386429051651017198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/one2008.html' title='THE ONE(2008)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R7EiuxGTslI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pScLnfX81VM/s72-c/jetli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-3723656878338234005</id><published>2008-02-04T17:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:43.120+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad in Macpherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 3D got screwed by me today... I've been much too soft on them. MUCH TOO SOFT. Today was the last straw. I can't believe I just exploded on them today. But OH BOY to what effect. T'was instant. The class was shocked. I never showed them this side of me. I never thought I would need to within this period of 2.5 weeks but, NO they didnt even last 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the gig later at NYJC. We're guest band so i hope we dont screw up. I hope i dont screw up. Bass is not really something i thought i'd be playing for long but i guess its here to stay. Not sure if i can back up sing thou. Gotta try later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163014497715298610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6a2VLKDITI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SIrGTDT85vY/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school for the week tomorrow. 4 Periods. None of them consecutive. 5B's first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163015756140716354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6a3ebKDIUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wU7woZlwFg4/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tools of the trade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-3723656878338234005?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3723656878338234005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=3723656878338234005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3723656878338234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3723656878338234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/mad-in-macpherson.html' title='Mad in Macpherson'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6a2VLKDITI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SIrGTDT85vY/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-2120515380210378678</id><published>2008-02-04T13:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:43.779+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizzeria da Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great dinner at Pizzeria da Mario last night.&lt;br /&gt;Sis treated cauz she had some big ass bonus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60 Robertson Quay&lt;br /&gt;#01-10 The Quayside&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 238252&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 623 57 623&lt;br /&gt;email: helena@damariopizzeria.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damariopizzeria.com/"&gt;http://www.damariopizzeria.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7f7KDIQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/14kQa_YxY1Q/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949811212853506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7f7KDIQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/14kQa_YxY1Q/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7gLKDIRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W6NaL62Hfs0/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949815507820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7gLKDIRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W6NaL62Hfs0/s400/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7gbKDISI/AAAAAAAAAGE/deC-3rq9RO4/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949819802788130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7gbKDISI/AAAAAAAAAGE/deC-3rq9RO4/s400/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-2120515380210378678?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2120515380210378678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=2120515380210378678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2120515380210378678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/2120515380210378678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/musings.html' title='Pizzeria da Mario'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6Z7f7KDIQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/14kQa_YxY1Q/s72-c/DSC00667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-7167140864321743405</id><published>2008-02-02T23:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:47.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6RjfrKDH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/xVFsLwn6j1Y/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162360468685397970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6YqlrKDINI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wsQ6jyWdpXc/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6YqmLKDIOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JeENkZrugMQ/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162860858145186018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6YqmLKDIOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JeENkZrugMQ/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6YqmrKDIPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GEj7ruVYiBw/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162860866735120626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6YqmrKDIPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GEj7ruVYiBw/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6SCWLKDIJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ijtFu9l5RC0/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162394390337101970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6SCWLKDIJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ijtFu9l5RC0/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6SCWbKDIKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dfddDCvL5J4/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+272.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162394394632069282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6SCWbKDIKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dfddDCvL5J4/s400/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3676739961126569562-7167140864321743405?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7167140864321743405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=7167140864321743405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7167140864321743405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7167140864321743405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/02/switchfoot.html' title='Switchfoot'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R6RjfrKDH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/xVFsLwn6j1Y/s72-c/Rachel%27s+cam,+Switchfoot+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-3385420752124865752</id><published>2008-01-16T10:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:53:47.474+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I is need to be da bitch</title><content type='html'>YES! I IS NEED TO BE DA BITCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aetos security. Rocks. I am adamant in believing that I was treated unfairly and unprofessionally by a single Aetos employee(ok maybe two). It cost me about 1 hour. The following is a narrative of yesterday's events(from Mr I-do-not-need-to-listen-to-young-people Aetos Guard's point of view) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh perfect. its 1pm - lunch time. time to sit around and slack.&lt;br /&gt;oh bummer. someone's here at the counter. no worries, i'll just turn him away since its everyone's lunch hour anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm hi sir. I'm here to apply for my Certificate of Non Criminal Conviction. Where to I have to.."&lt;br /&gt;what the. isn't it lunch? can't this idiot see that i'm totally not interested in attending to him?&lt;br /&gt;"COMEBACK AT 2PM. THE DEPARTMENT IS CLOSED NOW OPENS AT 2."&lt;br /&gt;"Erm. OK thank you sir I'll just be sitting here and wait with my friends until 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok great. slack time... lunch is just slack time for me. i don't understand why we have to stay a the stupid counter when no one.. or rather, HARDLY anyone comes to the counter during this hour anyway. deedeedumm blahblahblahblahblahblah... oh no 1 hour just passed. those idiots are here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi we're here to apply for our non criminal recor..."&lt;br /&gt;"YA ITS CALLED A CNCC CERTIFICATEEEEE OFFFFFFF NONNNNNN CRIMINALL CONVICTIONNNNNNN. SEE AN SEE SEE! YOU MUST USE THE RIGHT TERMS!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea ok we're here to apply for our CNCC. What do..."&lt;br /&gt;"The department closes at 12. Come tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;(stunned silence)&lt;br /&gt;"Erm okay what about the prints. I hear we have to take a full set of fingerprints. Is it the same depar..."&lt;br /&gt;"I SAIDDDDDDDDDDDD ITS ONLY OPEN FROM 9 to 12 EVERYDAY."&lt;br /&gt;"OK sir. Erm but did you understand my intentions? If there's anything we can complete today..."&lt;br /&gt;"BOY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?????????? I SAIDDDDD ITS CLOSED ALREADY. THE DEPARTMENT IS CLOSE ALREADY? UNDERSTAND? ITS CLOSED ALREADY. ITS ONLY OPEN FROM 9-12 EVERYDAY. CLOSED."&lt;br /&gt;nabehhhhh that little boy look like retarded sia. dun understand what i have to say. what sai fingerprint. closed that means close wad. nabeh waste my last few minutes of lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice i don't get to finish a single sentence?&lt;br /&gt;sry... just had to bitch about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-3385420752124865752?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3385420752124865752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=3385420752124865752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3385420752124865752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/3385420752124865752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-is-need-to-be-da-bitch.html' title='I is need to be da bitch'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-4931981829918580636</id><published>2008-01-08T02:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:47.229+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My new secret indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes its into the 12th episode. Its my new trash indulgence. When i just wanna be that gossipy girl(my initial choice for word was a bit too harsh that starts with s and ends with lut) bitching, backstabbing and just being plain evil. I know I can't do that. My social programming just doesn't allow for that. So my release is gossip girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do see the difference in having that charmed life. Sometimes i draw unfair comparisons and parallels to some in my social circle. It is unfair - life isn't ever fair. Those born with a platinum/golden/silver spoon will never understand the life of the lower social class people. Like how a royal will never truly know the plebeians. Yes, they will see their share of problems, worries etc, but I'm sure it pales in comparison to skipping school for fear of getting your head pounded in with a hammer, or avoiding Ang Mo Kio area because the gang members there know you or even going to the police station regularly to bail out a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to teach a few kids at Pertapis Children's' Home. Its approved by MCYS ministry of community development youth and sports. If i thought John was havoc, this is HAVOC x4! hahaha I teach 4 primary 5 kids math on Mondays and 2 primary 4 kids on Tuesdays. I met a man who gives tuition full time. He's a specialist in primary 6 preparation for PSLE. He believes the Singapore government's education standard is very high and its still going up. That might not necessarily be good. On the top end of the spectrum of students, this is advantageous. At the opposite end, the students are already struggling with work that they are supposed to know 1 or 2 years ago. How is it possible to teach a boy who still counts with his fingers AP, GP? When adults look at PSLE questions and are stumped, its telling of our education direction. It says clearly that things we learn is MUCH TOO ABSTRACT. An adult who does not know how to solve a PSLE question will only show that what kids are learning at 12 has no application whatsoever to adult life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795850898822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R4JohpTuVaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Q8nrweXbhFU/s400/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Kangwen @ 7 Bodmin. One of the jam sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-4931981829918580636?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4931981829918580636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=4931981829918580636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/4931981829918580636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/4931981829918580636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-secret-indulgence.html' title='My new secret indulgence'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R4JohpTuVaI/AAAAAAAAADU/Q8nrweXbhFU/s72-c/IMG_1004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6732773834486227271</id><published>2008-01-06T03:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:47.879+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics Taiwan, Ubin, Dive, Church Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-tkZTuVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/iOwNllcbpNA/s1600-h/P1040055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152027339515647314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-tkZTuVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/iOwNllcbpNA/s400/P1040055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the place we call HOLO Hotel. Cheap ass rates. Cheap ass service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152028877113939298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-u95TuVWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vRgov0ADH78/s400/P1040089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donuts at Dunkin Donuts&lt;br /&gt;such a posed picture. from left: ben, ivan lee, ken(me), yunsong, cheng(above), danny(below), john, daquan, ivan lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152030951583143282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-w2pTuVXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gwcxYxG87tg/s400/P1040116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Sharing fried chicken at some night market with Ivan Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152031741857125762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-xkpTuVYI/AAAAAAAAADE/CGwf3lPYYqQ/s400/P1040140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some cute shopkeepers John and I took pics with. Ivan couldnt get any pics with any cute girls hahahahaha so he decided to take with Jolin Tsai('s cardboard figurine)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152033867865937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-zgZTuVZI/AAAAAAAAADM/zblBGWn9IyM/s400/P1040143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6732773834486227271?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6732773834486227271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6732773834486227271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6732773834486227271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6732773834486227271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-pics-taiwan-ubin-dive-church.html' title='Random Pics Taiwan, Ubin, Dive, Church Camp'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-tkZTuVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/iOwNllcbpNA/s72-c/P1040055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-6249721186739775139</id><published>2008-01-06T02:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:48.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharapova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-jcZTuVUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ASmscFPNcQQ/s1600-h/05012008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152016206960416066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-jcZTuVUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ASmscFPNcQQ/s400/05012008087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhangqi is really the man. He gave me 4 tics for Maria Sharapova Live. So a bit of pondering, i gave a pair to Marcus(my cousin). I asked Phoebe along. Marcus asked girl he fancies Chuin Sin. I went right after baptism service at Queenstown Baptist Church. Congrats to CHLOE SNG, SNG HAN JIE, WILLIAM LIM, HENRY LIM, NAHUM CHEW!! After the service, I went off to Bugis, where I was supposed to meet with Phoebe. Dinner was at Ministry Of Food-My Izakaya... Ok truth be told, i'm going on about this like a "today-i-am-such-a-boring-bitch-and-brushed-my-teeth-and-put-on-my-clothes-and-went-to-school" blog so i shall just stop here. Sharapova was great anyway! And the highlight(and malu part) of the whole thing is that Phoebe drove us frm Bugis to Kallang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-6249721186739775139?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6249721186739775139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=6249721186739775139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6249721186739775139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/6249721186739775139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/sharapova.html' title='Sharapova'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R3-jcZTuVUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ASmscFPNcQQ/s72-c/05012008087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-5471747045605678915</id><published>2008-01-06T00:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:12:32.881+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>I'm ashamed of my shortcomings. It was there. My chance to prove myself. I let it slip. I gave aunty Rina a chance to be disappointed in me again. Thats the 3rd time? First was the lousy activity that happened week ago. Nick and I were supposed to plan activities. Nothing was done. I suppose I, as the older, more mature one, was supposed to initiate the planning etc. But no. Nothing was done. Next was the monthly activity we are supposed to do. Nothing done by me either. Aunty Rina's just gone straight to asking nick to plan it. Today, there was a chance to lead youth worship next week. I looked away. When did it become like this? I was never one to shy away from a chance to lead, a chance to prove myself. Was it army? The Specialist unspoken rule of dodging trouble whenever we had the chance to. All the self-centeredness the PSLs tried so hard to get rid of in Sec 1 is back. Its sick. What happened to Kelvin Kow's "we're in buckley so we will not pass the buck!"? I know what happened to it. Sadly, its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start making lists of things to get/do in preparation for leaving Singapore. First up is to get my Visa settled. Then accom. Then buy laundry basket, duffel bag, etc. I shd do this on a piece of paper and pin it up to my wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-5471747045605678915?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5471747045605678915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=5471747045605678915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/5471747045605678915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/5471747045605678915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-4728712810063486718</id><published>2008-01-05T04:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:18:48.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R35z4JTuVRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1YDJ5iMivNU/s1600-h/DSCF9643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151682432166941970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R35z4JTuVRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1YDJ5iMivNU/s320/DSCF9643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Squashed during watch night service. This is approx 1 min into the new year. I'm being crushed by Nick, Joash, Ruiyang and I think the guy at the back is Nahum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting to know the pple in ECC Youth alot better. Its sad to know that in 2 months i'll be leaving. All the more reason to build relationship and friendships right now. Gonna watch I Am Legend with a few of the youths tmr(or rather later today). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pre-departure blues is really hitting. Chris is right about this. I'm not sure what to do with my remaining time. I do have to work for lunch money. Either way, we'll be back on 28th June so... i guess it wont be that bad. For now, CNY to look forward to!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-4728712810063486718?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4728712810063486718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=4728712810063486718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/4728712810063486718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/4728712810063486718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/squashed-during-watch-night-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rQBXN18ZDKw/R35z4JTuVRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1YDJ5iMivNU/s72-c/DSCF9643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676739961126569562.post-7140065731322841741</id><published>2008-01-05T04:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:54:30.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i decided to revive my web presence</title><content type='html'>One technological marvel rocks my world right now. It happens to be black(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; most modern gadgets black?). I don't know why its turning into such an entertainment piece despite my vows months ago that i will not succumb to such temptations. Its a dv2516tx. Hp Pavilion Entertainment PC. I only realised that 2 seconds ago. No wonder its turning into an entertainment machine. IT WAS MEANT TO BE ONE! Gargh. Dad forked out quite a sum for it so i guess i really have to take care of it. Make it last my entire course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a big boo boo. Chris and I. We did. We managed to change our flight so that we'll be leaving singapore on the same flight. Or we thought we did. I told Chris the flight number etc. But we got the date wrong. Everything about our flights is identical! Except the day! What a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise something really sad. I believe I really haven't grown up. I compare myself to the girls who've studied overseas for the last 1.5 years. They do take on a new perspective on life, and the world around them. Studying overseas really broadened their minds. I feel like a little kid. I bet subconciously they treat me as one. Many in ECC won't trust me to be a chaperon for their kid's stayover. I have to be 21 to be legally of age. I will only turn 21 this October. I thought about it and initially i thought its a matter of age. But then again, if they dont trust me now, what difference would 9 months make? They wanted an adult to be there. If I am not an adult now? Then when? Well lets see how it goes during next year's sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My financial woes are still status quo. Terrible feeding off friends when we go out. I must find my way out of this slum. 2 years of financial independence is really no joke. Its fine when i get my 780SGD NSF pay buttttt after ORD, tsk tsk. It all just went downhill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676739961126569562-7140065731322841741?l=itgetsweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7140065731322841741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3676739961126569562&amp;postID=7140065731322841741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7140065731322841741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676739961126569562/posts/default/7140065731322841741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgetsweird.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-i-decided-to-revive-my-web-presence.html' title='The day i decided to revive my web presence'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009075824864681851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
