<?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-3479364818430752323</id><updated>2012-01-15T00:19:22.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken medium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6370575702113143918</id><published>2012-01-15T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:19:22.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what seemed like a good start doesn't turn out to be anything productive / desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversations staled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short, seemingly forced replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just going nowhere. its not that i'm not trying, or i'm doing it wrong but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing new, nothing new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;把爱深埋在记忆中　说不出口一种难过&lt;br /&gt;給祝福太多　不能覆盖我的痛&lt;br /&gt;你要转身你要走　不再多作停留&lt;br /&gt;分開是誰說沒什麽　最难的决定是放手&lt;br /&gt;眼中的落寞　说的都是我的错&lt;br /&gt;当你笑着挥挥手　你的沉默我懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;請別說愛我 推我向&lt;a href="http://wenwen.soso.com/z/Search.e?sp=S%E6%99%B4%E5%A4%A9&amp;amp;ch=w.search.yjjlink&amp;amp;cid=w.search.yjjlink" target="_blank"&gt;晴天&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最溫煖的天空 卻換了季節&lt;br /&gt;在絕望悳面前 灑落一地心碎&lt;br /&gt;就算是伤悲　 我不想太狼狈&lt;br /&gt;请莂说爱我　别許下&lt;a href="http://wenwen.soso.com/z/Search.e?sp=S%E5%BF%83%E6%84%BF&amp;amp;ch=w.search.yjjlink&amp;amp;cid=w.search.yjjlink" target="_blank"&gt;心愿&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下一秒就出现　你给的纪念&lt;br /&gt;风吹过了思念　曾有过的眷恋&lt;br /&gt;哭紅暸雙眼　再让我心痛一天&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6370575702113143918?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6370575702113143918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6370575702113143918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6370575702113143918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6370575702113143918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-seemed-like-good-start-doesnt-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-856331440847623473</id><published>2011-12-10T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:57:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't quite put a finger to that. but. it gives me a warm fuzzy nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long, long time. yes it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i........ don't ask for much. i just hope everything turns out the way i wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-856331440847623473?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/856331440847623473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=856331440847623473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/856331440847623473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/856331440847623473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-new-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8653918104304652270</id><published>2011-11-14T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:45:39.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched 《那些年，我们一起追的女孩》.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, it brought back a lot of secondary school days memories for me. haha. the entire movie really took me back to the good old days of trying (very hard) to impress girls. and doing really silly things. trying to act cool and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days, we didn't really cared about our studies. all we wanted was to have fun, (try) to stay out of trouble, play soccer, and really above all, get that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a fact 3 of us have a soft spot for this girl. but everyone knew it was only me, not my 2 other frens. hahaha suckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, she got attached to another friend of mine. till now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point (well not anymore after 7 years lol!) is that fooling around in those 2 years, will always be some of the silliest and interesting milestones in my life. most days we'll be thinking in class on how to chase that girl and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we've all grown up and have our own priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unlike the movie, we didn't remain best friends or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes its just typical of me to bury myself in the stories like these, be it with a ending that most people want or a very sad ending. I'd imagined what and how it would feel to be in the guy's shoes. at least in that part of the universe, there's an alternate ending for me. alternate GOOD ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that 2 hours, at least i can manage a geniune smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8653918104304652270?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8653918104304652270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8653918104304652270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8653918104304652270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8653918104304652270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3196611777604987622</id><published>2011-10-10T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:36:20.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just browsed through my old photos, both my university junior days and also my poly days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poly days, especially, holds more fond memories than my uni days. the 3 damn years with the same guys.... words just can't do justice to what and how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of the life we had in poly, the stupid things we did back then, fooling around, drinking and smoking our lives away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and now, we are all adults, some of us working, some of us studying, some of us both working and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something money cannot buy back. no matter how rich you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uni first year got off to a great, i mean, FUCKING GREAT start... joined the orientation camp. got to know so many fucking awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl, too. its something that i should just leave it as it is, the status we are now is just as fine. friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university is a huge change from poly. the pace of life is much faster. the people you meet are more varied (partly due to the fact that my tutorial group in poly remains unchanged for the whole damn 3 years and i did not join any CCAs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also reconnected with some primary school and secondary school friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly it is my Enzo friends. they are my core group of niggas and homies and without them, life simply won't be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss those 6 days of camp.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what yihfang had said really makes sense. even though we don't meet up often, but when we do, we reconnect like old friends without any obvious awkward moments. its like, natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but i do feel a tinge of regret. being a senior later on for Enzy, i felt that i didnt do much to help them bond during the camp. more specifically, i felt that i didnt do enough to make them feel that they had great fun in the camp. could be the lack of sleep, maybe. could be the lack of seniors and SAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i feel so good and relieved to see that they had bonded tremendously after the camp. (esp when they didnt jio us for their steamboat, knn!) but well its inevitable for cliques to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess i shall go sleep now. with a smile on my face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3196611777604987622?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3196611777604987622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3196611777604987622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3196611777604987622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3196611777604987622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-browsed-through-my-old-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6181292401129420373</id><published>2011-09-16T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:01:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi kim. if you're reading this. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess week is coming; its just but a couple of days, probably a week later. its the time for us to take stock of our 1st half of the semester so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far school has been forgiving for me. except for one particular module. i know i shldnt have flunk it, but well.. at least my GPA still maintains above 3.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i usually come to blog is i've got something on my mind. hmmmm. abit confused. i know i shouldn't sink lower. like some bottomless abyss. its up to myself now to stop and think about my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its just as pointless as to think so much. i should focus on the more important priorities man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note. i realised i'm listening to class95's love songs. lolol how ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its kinda true what kelvin said:&lt;br /&gt;whatever comes will come your way, fate inevitably plays a part, but its up to you to seize the chance. then again, even if you grab that chance, it might turn out to be something that you might not like at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6181292401129420373?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6181292401129420373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6181292401129420373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6181292401129420373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6181292401129420373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/09/hi-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8787793193133281414</id><published>2011-08-03T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:04:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's starting soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and its been almost a year. its alright, its alright, its all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29TaDtxHCQA/TjlVBtK51uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vb84fcc3KGo/s1600/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29TaDtxHCQA/TjlVBtK51uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vb84fcc3KGo/s400/Photo0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636629896424445666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8787793193133281414?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8787793193133281414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8787793193133281414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8787793193133281414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8787793193133281414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/08/schools-starting-soon-and-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29TaDtxHCQA/TjlVBtK51uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vb84fcc3KGo/s72-c/Photo0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5399185209131957491</id><published>2011-07-10T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:44:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder does anyone still read this blog? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. a year has passed since i've joined UOC. and the freshies coming in look good! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that this year will pass smoothly... enough of shit stirring le. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i have 7 motherfucking papers to take. i'm so peeved yet i cannot do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5399185209131957491?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5399185209131957491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5399185209131957491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5399185209131957491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5399185209131957491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wonder-does-anyone-still-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2506780118429554816</id><published>2011-05-26T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:54:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was packing my stuffs in my drawer.. and out came my secondary school report book and my O level results slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember that day. all of us met up to head to school to collect our results slip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were from the last class of the express stream, most of us didnt had high hopes of getting good results. a few of us had the potential though; these few ppl eventually made it to JC and then to university =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prelims were bad... pretty bad. i think i scored L1R4 of 19 or 20.. i thought to myself, well, a score of 15 should suffice for me.. i'll probably get into a decent polytechnic course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no wish to go into a JC, even IF my result is good enough. firstly, i loathed the idea of donning a uniform to school again. and the idea of studying every single subject, be it related to what i wanna do in the future or not, just for that A level cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, coming from a 1 math and 1 sciences class (i didnt take A-math nor pure physics/chemistry; i took combined sciences. and eventually struggled in my 1st year of poly lolol), i figured out that i would struggle ALOT in a JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i met up with my secondary school buddies to go back to jurongville for what it might seem to be the last time (i think i went back 1 last time for good after this though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the hall. now, i cant really rmb what happened after this, but the principal probably spoke to us... then congratulate us... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think he went on to announce the top student in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly i think in my whole class no one really bothered. all of us were just anxious to get our results slip. you see, being someone from the last class of the express stream, you don't really get good treatment from the teachers. dont get me wrong, i dont mean that the teachers are really mean and nasty, its just that their attitude towards us are always negative. somewhat like "given up hope on us". plus we always get live "fighting" action in class, there's no wonder that the teachers shun our class like the black plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not aim to be the top in school, top in class. yes we might have been looked down upon, but i remember during the last few months of school, everyone suddenly woke up. everyone suddenly understood the importance of the O level examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone started to study. whether its group study, self-study, study with girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i remembered we were playing soccer in the street soccer court just weeks before the examination. our discipline master (and now, our vice-principal), came over and took our ball away. he smiled at us and said, "Please guys, i beg you. Go and study with whatever time you guys have! You guys can play all you want after the exams!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaahahaha. how funny, the DM is actually pleading with us lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the day came. whether we will get into our ideal course. of course, most of us were just aiming for B4s and B3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered my form teacher calling out my name. Mdm Nor Azzah- the lady who called out SEO YUE SIANG.  i walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me. i think she said, Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of As and mostly Bs.... wait. no Cs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. this is quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life, i've never scored more than a C5 for my mathematics. same goes for my combined humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend Lijing (or was it Jiamin?!) came over and helped me to calculate my R4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WA ERIC!! your R4!! 12 leh!! not bad not bad!! congrats!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt believe my ears of course. 15 was already a boon for me, but 12?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and soe hlaing, my sec sch buddy, were some of the students that improved the most. he scored 11 if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2506780118429554816?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2506780118429554816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2506780118429554816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2506780118429554816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2506780118429554816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-was-packing-my-stuffs-in-my-drawer.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1075901278802997920</id><published>2011-02-15T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:16:43.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 2nd semester of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new fresh start from the previous semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so far school's been a killer. semiconductors, analog electronics, quantum physics, what's there not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, what's the point of holding onto something that isn't yours anymore? you are only gonna get yourself stuck at the bottom of the shithole. its time to swim up and leave the shithole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1075901278802997920?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1075901278802997920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1075901278802997920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1075901278802997920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1075901278802997920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/02/2nd-semester-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4732377857121397415</id><published>2011-01-16T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:33:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMihKmoYfe8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMihKmoYfe8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the script- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my mates are all there trying to calm me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm swearing if I go there now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can change her mind turn it all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I dialed her number and confessed to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing (nothing, nothing...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the holidays are coming to an end. i'm getting my results in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the rat race for me in uni is about to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4732377857121397415?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4732377857121397415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4732377857121397415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4732377857121397415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4732377857121397415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/01/script-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7087363775132266264</id><published>2011-01-06T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:42:13.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know its 6 days late but... i can't be fucked to post a new entry here anyways.. no one reads this damn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's been happening? hmm. emo shit aside, i've successfully planned my timetable (its a shitty one though, FML), attended the UOC 10.5 beach event (FUCK YOU NTU FUCK YOU STARS PLANNER THANKS TO THE PLANNING YOUR OWN TIMETABLE SHIT AND FUCKING SHITTY TIMING I WASTED LIKE 2HOURS AND I REACHED SENTOSA AT LIKE 5 FUCKING PM AND ALL I GOT WAS A STUPID SHITTY TIMETABLE. bitch fit ends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach event was awesome though, probably (or rather, the only reason) because all my frens are there and they are awesomeeeee :D i only participated in 2 games because by the time i arrived there the earlier 2 games were over. drinking competition (yes go ahead and laugh at the guy who gets tipsy easily) and candlefight. although we didn't win the championship (Enzo and Martell had a tie) it was still a kick-ass event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few activities i guess would be another wavehouse outing, the malacca overseas trip and yes the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this has to be the most-non-emo post in the past few months. i shall leave it as it is now, and return when i'm emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riverside, motherfuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7087363775132266264?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7087363775132266264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7087363775132266264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7087363775132266264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7087363775132266264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-890969922921552612</id><published>2010-12-24T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:12:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"but.... you're a nice guy, and i can't bring it up to tell you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst excuse ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it, so just because i'm all nice and friendly to you, doesn't mean it gives you the right to hurt me. because "oh he's a nice guy, he'll understands i'm sure. i don't really need to tell him.." means that i don't need to know the truth from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's a nice guy, i don't wanna hurt him, i think he'll understand one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i heard from her that you're a nice guy, so she's afraid of hurting you.. and the friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the exams are over, the nightmares comes back. i start to think. thoughts haunt me. i can't help it, its just simply too overwhelming at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.... tried to be angry but i know deep down inside i'm yearning for her otherwise. the sense of disappointment and the tragedy of myself is choking me up entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its just a short rant. the whole episode happened weeks ago.. does it even matter anymore? no. will she give a fuck? hell no man.. does doing anything to draw her attention or to salvage the situation makes any difference? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. the only saving grace is that i still have this little space for me to vent it all out. all my hopes and dreams literally smashed into pieces. i'm practically left floating on my own now, hanging onto the slightest thinnest thread. i'm sure people can tell, we don't really communicate anymore now. probably will do me good, since its gonna be the start of a whole new year, plus a new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends, they have been supportive and understanding. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry fucking christmas everyone.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-890969922921552612?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/890969922921552612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=890969922921552612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/890969922921552612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/890969922921552612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/12/but.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7106361441435915982</id><published>2010-11-25T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:41:37.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh blogger.. my little haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place where i can soak in my own comfort, live in my own dreams, sink deeper into my comfort zone. hide away from the world. no reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i can't say much, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mostly "okays" and "i'm sorry"s. nah, seriously what do you think could have been said? "oh okay i was just kidding, let's go back to the start."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that's next to impossible. anyway i've said my piece too, maybe its insignificant to you, maybe you would treated it as a "okay, whatevers" kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the "yeah we should take a time-out yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay. i lost the fight. i went down real hard. i'll admit it. but its okay. we're still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN_uBnRPc-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN_uBnRPc-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, its time to set the priorities right now. studies. after all, thats why we're here for right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7106361441435915982?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7106361441435915982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7106361441435915982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7106361441435915982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7106361441435915982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/11/ahhh-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-497221737749648505</id><published>2010-11-19T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:30:43.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6O2ncUKvlg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6O2ncUKvlg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, life in school now is great, but not awesome. it'll be much more awesome with the amount of mugging reduced. haha. damnit man, just bumped into kai siang (my senior) in school, so he asked, "so where're you going?" i replied, "orh, going to study lor." he was surprised and replied back, "WAH! study again? you like everyday study like that leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa sian. totally no life liao. anyway, can't be helped. next week there's this super anal algorithm quiz. plus 2 weeks away to the exam. i cant afford to slack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, with my mind now cleared, i guess its time to put in 100% focus and energy into both studies and UOC. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-497221737749648505?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/497221737749648505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=497221737749648505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/497221737749648505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/497221737749648505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be-honest-life-in-school-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1058282359373488704</id><published>2010-11-16T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:37:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x8wPt8xarE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x8wPt8xarE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1058282359373488704?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1058282359373488704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1058282359373488704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1058282359373488704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1058282359373488704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-im-not-feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5574721316927586766</id><published>2010-11-10T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:53:49.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its over. everything. all the hopes and dreams, gone. everything that i've looked forward to, no more. in an instant. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5574721316927586766?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5574721316927586766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5574721316927586766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5574721316927586766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5574721316927586766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8449534252683620463</id><published>2010-11-02T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:16:36.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when doubt begins to cast its cloud over you... when the air of pessimism surrounds you. its time to take a step back and look at things on the bright side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px;" class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs160.snc3/18762_299842488331_838833331_4797585_900725_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the  guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his  speech to the graduating class of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School  of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your  convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to  speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or  retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She  is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has  honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by  practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling  people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is  because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who  triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when  you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be  married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married.  Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married  many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong  process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking  masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know  the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is  some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of  learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to  be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your  entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of  you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that  you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean  the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a  bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the  country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra  and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in  those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common:  our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any  of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the  World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and  restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to  an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five  years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they  need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40  years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re  50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their  convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their  life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working,  falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as  graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your  hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living  your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing  against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you  don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare  you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px;" class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs160.snc3/18762_299843158331_838833331_4797586_166252_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled  to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not  balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it.  Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by  moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life  is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as  you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in  your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will  ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or  up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px;" class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs260.ash1/18762_299846523331_838833331_4797603_4398827_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from  overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can  also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by  bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing  left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet  people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a  living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their  fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless  and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a  certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was  placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter  nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so  that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest  comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you  enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for  two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have  value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy  it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in  some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a  sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you  will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a  very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further  and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop  yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your  obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling  superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an  obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you  don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To  those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not  asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is  dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great  capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are  to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the  truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating.  There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without  thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the  value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires  great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px;" class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs160.snc3/18762_299846148331_838833331_4797600_4337799_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and  that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be  hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet  every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated,  not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so  strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered  and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case  that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s  own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be  accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate  towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your  role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not  offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign  that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px;" class="img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs140.snc3/18762_299844028331_838833331_4797587_5848498_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one  changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me  to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without  deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a  microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far  easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection  requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard  work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning,  attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call  happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in  every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We  celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to  choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by  chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly,  sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly  weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less  important than the brain, and the body is less important than the  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not  reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to  inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to  loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your  body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It  consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8449534252683620463?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8449534252683620463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8449534252683620463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8449534252683620463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8449534252683620463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-doubt-begins-to-cast-its-cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8386518269415120549</id><published>2010-09-16T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:18:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, this blog has been REAL dead for some time. haha! i seriously doubt of anyone who know its existence wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, lemme backtrack a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was on 1 july. i spent it in camp doing some stupid parade, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my poly buddies kelvin jason salty bingting ek benji sh and sx played this ultimate prank on me. they brought a pair of PINK colour auntie slippers for me to wear. wtf. anyway, it goes like, i meet them at city hall station. so after everyone arrived, they said they bought me a new pair of slippers since my slippers already CMI. so they insist i took off my shoes first before they show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know, a BRIGHT PINK pair of slippers was thrust into my arms and my dear pair of riverisland shoes was whisked away by them =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys saw my facebook pics, im pretty sure they took some pics of me in those ugly slippers hahhahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was made to walk all the way from the city hall MRT control station to the water fountain there. and into this teppanyaki restaurant BEFORE they relented and passed me my new pair of BIRKENSTOCKS =D awesome right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter nothing much happening, except for the last week when i attended Union Orientation Camp 2010. and that, my friends, is the most happening event that i've ever joined this entire year. or should i say, i ranked it the top 3 of the most memorable events that happened this year (drats, i can't even list out the other 2, shall i just put it as the 1 and only? hahhaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to know ALOT ALOT of people, from all walks of life. guys and girls alike, and we've formed such a strong bond. hahaha. the seniors too, even though the girls are younger than me, but i still address them as seniors hahaha. nah it wasnt on purpose to make them feel old! now of course call them by name la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire camp right from pre-camp was filled with fun! right from the 1st day i kena sabo-ed liao hahhaha but what is an orientation camp without sabo and forfeits right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the camp games to initiation, clubbing night, SP day, mamasan day, beach games and of course the ultimate AMAZING RACE as well as CHEER FIGHT, every moment was filled with fun and enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my group Enzo won. yup. E-group has been winning for the past 4 years straight and we took it to the 5th year =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the next batch of freshies has a lot of pressure! haha. but well, important thing is to enjoy ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august this time round was slightly happening. first of all, come end-Aug i would have started school. secondly after the UOC, Enzo was organising outings like free flow la! due to the damn army commitments i had to skip quite alot of them =( but anyway august was fun too! so good to see all of us bonded tightly together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august is also the time where our dear friends KELVIN XIAO PAN PAN and SHUXIAN got together! actually its somewhere around end-july or early-august. everyone was totally shocked la haaha omg no one actually predicted that they would get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end-aug comes. everyone all geared up for school. INCLUDING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of camp, 27th aug. packed up everything, left the camp with the biggest grin on my face i've not had in months =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th aug. school begins. got lost in campus! OMG NTU is so fucking big. technically the academic campus such as classrooms and lecture theatres they're housed in this part of NTU. the rest is just the accomodation halls and sports hall and the running tracks and fields. man. now THATS huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its only the first half of sept or so, things are looking great, getting adjusted to uni life. trying to grab hold of that special someone too =) but the study workload is CRAZY omg the lectures, even though short, but the professors breezed them through like its ABCs. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually feeling lazy to continue to blog (that always happens man lmao) but i hope i'll be back to update or something. till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENZO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the ultimate yandaos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zang, benjamin, victor, wei xing, chen shao, choon long, tan jin, yun long, yi qiang, chie hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course, the chio bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine, melissa, quincy, yih fang, kim, cordelia, xing dan, hui xian, jia yin, diane, charlene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8386518269415120549?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8386518269415120549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8386518269415120549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8386518269415120549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8386518269415120549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow-this-blog-has-been-real-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1330696185321493205</id><published>2010-06-13T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:25:19.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup, back from taiwan on 28th may, and its like 12 june now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait, its 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog has been neglected, haaaa, well no one bothers to read it anyway. social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter provides better coverage i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU's matriculation package just arrived. hmm. its back to school for me soon, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get used to studying, mugging, mathematics, formulae, electrical theorems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1330696185321493205?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1330696185321493205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1330696185321493205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1330696185321493205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1330696185321493205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/06/yup-back-from-taiwan-on-28th-may-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2492342075718572293</id><published>2010-05-07T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:17:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im heading to taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SHOULD be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came along my wisdom tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2492342075718572293?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2492342075718572293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2492342075718572293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2492342075718572293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2492342075718572293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-heading-to-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8130779204453744215</id><published>2010-04-18T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:48:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ram ashley and abel. the ORD personnel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. oh well its only like 4months more to MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCKING O R D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one's gonna mess with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we headed to Ink Bar (i think the spelling is correct) for some drinks. its this classy bar located at the lobby of swissotel at raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad, i was expecting to spend a bomb there, in the end its only around 30 for 2 glasses of cocktail! had a Malibu Bay Breeze (malibu + some juices) and Mai Tai!! lol. Mai Tai was slightly stronger, with some rum in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time can drag the dudes in there and chill with the jazz music :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8130779204453744215?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8130779204453744215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8130779204453744215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8130779204453744215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8130779204453744215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-so-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3872068367546084334</id><published>2010-04-15T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:01:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow check out the date now, its been like 2 months since i've updated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyways no one bothers to check the blog so i guess i'll just update or rant whenever i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. what has been going on in eric seo's life for the past 2 months or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February nothing much. well apart from chinese new year and valentine's day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for my basic intelligence specialist course for the whole of march. i attended soe's birthday, which the guys us had a great night out. and i prepared for may's taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really interesting is happening now, heck, i can't even think offhand of any interesting or peculiar events that had happened to me for the past 24 hours. WHAT'S WRONG MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS WROOOOOOOOOOOOOONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no dont tell me i need a girlfriend -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. just came back from gramps just now. had some nice food there, but today was really fucked up man, managed to fall out from camp at like 6 20pm. rofl jonathan was sure pissed like hell, he supposed to meet edwin at like 5 45pm lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts on the 30th of august this year, idk, i just feel weird going back to school all over again. i can't really seem to picture myself carrying a bag, walking to take bus 179, searching for some dumb lecture theater thats supposed to be my first class or lecture. and not to mention the overload of foreign students there...... i'll have plenty of china-chinese and india-ndian friends for sure. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its time for me to seriously considering joining CCAs. i mean, i never really liked joining CCAs cuz it takes up most of my out-of-campus time but, well, i guess in university its quite a critical factor in your overall performance? next step: WHAT CCA TO CHOOSE. good question. realllly WEAAALLY good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta admit it, being in NS, you THINK alot. you THINK about your future. you THINK about what you're gonna do after you ORD. you THINK about what to do for the weekend. you THINK about which bitch to ride to every saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the last one was obviously a no-link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK its 12am now im gonna go grab some sleep now tml FRYDAY liao ITS FRIDAY IM IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao outside motherfucker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3872068367546084334?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3872068367546084334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3872068367546084334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3872068367546084334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3872068367546084334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-check-out-date-now-its-been-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-541386362074975718</id><published>2010-02-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:29:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEHIPSYYo0E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEHIPSYYo0E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-541386362074975718?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/541386362074975718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=541386362074975718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/541386362074975718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/541386362074975718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3725891156946653774</id><published>2010-02-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:57:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like this blog is soooooooooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read somewhere in the newspaper, that the popularity of blogs have declined quite significantly over the past 1,2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter have had traffic and updates increased drastically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI! (to those who are reading this...................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new lunar new year. hopefully everything will be smooth-sailing.. 2009 was full of ups and downs. quite a roller-coaster year.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. wonder what my zodiac Dragon will be like this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/chinese_101_detail_dragon_0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/chinese_101_detail_dragon_0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAGON: 63% (9 favorable and 3 unfavorable months)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Tiger does not take a back seat to the Dragon when it comes to being outrageous. It could be a spectacular year for this high flying duo. On the other hand Metal is unlucky for the Dragon and, therefore, you. There are thus likely to be a few times you will crash and burn. The key is not to get too caught up in the moment. Be thoughtful and avoid unnecessary risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't beat the Tiger this year, but joining forces will pay off. If you can bring yourself to exhibit a little self control, the year 2010 could be a most rewarding one indeed. Regardless of the outcomes, you will no doubt have a most exciting time. So enjoy yourself and move out smartly during the nine favorable months, and tread lightly in the other three.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Tiger ushers in a year of uncertainty and rapidly changing conditions, circumstances in which the Dragon is uniquely suited to thrive where others may stumble. Professionally, Dragons who felt their progress was stymied during the last Ox year will find abundant new prospects to explore. A new position or role could be promising, and if you are seeking a change, you are best poised to pursue opportunities early in the year or in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When taking action on the career front, however, you are advised to do so in close collaboration with colleagues or superiors. Your endeavors are more likely to have the desired outcome when you gain support early instead of going it alone. Seek valuable insights from respected leaders in your field.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It will be important to the Dragon's health to deliberately set aside time for extracurricular pursuits that will allow you to unwind and release tension. You may need to schedule exercise and personal care activities as if they were important appointments. If you wait for free time to take care of yourself, it will not happen. Mentally, you could benefit from pushing yourself or taking new risks, even in your leisurely pursuits. You may be surprised at how quickly you master a new skill. Activities that boost your confidence will improve your psychological fitness to cope with the challenges of this Tiger Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The best thing Dragons can do for their health in a Tiger year is curb excess. Whether it is overindulgence, too much stress, or too little sleep, your tendency will be to extremes that can have a damaging impact on your health. Some vigilance here should help prevent illnes in the short and long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if you can't change your habits, don't discount the importance of frequent exercise and plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables as moderating factors. From a mental health standpoint, it will serve you well this year to be very open with trusted confidantes. Don't bottle up your feelings; things will seem more manageable when you talk them through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wealth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good financial prospects should not prevent the Dragon from watching pennies in the Year of the Tiger. Your fortune could be increasing, but money will go out faster than it comes in without some deliberate restraint. Lucrative opportunities should present themselves, but guard against greed. Don't push your luck on risky investments. You may not feel the need for thrift this year, but an ambitious savings plan could bolster your long term prospects. Resist unnecessary luxuries that may seem particularly enticing to you, and this year of plenty could go a long way to building your fortune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. well it didn't really clearly state how this year will go for me (eg. whether my luck in wealth is really bad or my luck in relationship looks good) but anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS THE FUCKING YEAR OF THE O.R.D SO WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3725891156946653774?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3725891156946653774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3725891156946653774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3725891156946653774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3725891156946653774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-this-blog-is-soooooooooooo-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3184812762273768256</id><published>2010-01-24T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:34:02.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i've updated this blog of mine, which i can see is virtually covered with cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the past week has somewhat been hectic especially on thurs and fri, where we had to rush to rectify some mistakes.. thanks to some people, who knew the mistakes, yet didn't speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they get their 4,5 - figure paysums from us, the taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so we (the ones getting measly allowances from the taxpayers) worked through the whole day till evening getting everything right and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work aside, recently nothing's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty much this routine: monday - friday, work. saturday, meet up with frens, hit town, city area, shop around, catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining, after all, i'm stay-out vocation. begun to sort of accept things the way they are, even though i don't really expect this kind of life in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, whatever it is, its roughly 7 more months or so to getting the pink IC back! i miss it so much, i'm dead serious man. ORD is such an important date now in my life. its like every now and then i'll emo and remind myself OH NOT TO WORRY 7 MORE MONTHS lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time files man. previously it was 1 year and like 5,6 months? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, i've to report to pasir ris camp. yep, 5 days straight. sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, mini, my bad for crashing that chopper in GTA 4. seriously thats an EPIC FAIL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3184812762273768256?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3184812762273768256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3184812762273768256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3184812762273768256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3184812762273768256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/wokay.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6417052607072940406</id><published>2010-01-02T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:02:57.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010. a new year, a new start, a (most probably) new trip to Taiwan, a new university life awaiting, new friends blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 sounds good. well, for one, i'm getting out of the godforsaken place known as Pasir Laba Camp. thats like the best thing to look forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well technically i'm not gonna ORD cuz i'll be disrupting my NS to continue my uni studies.. but fuck when i come back to serve the remaining 1 month or so i doubt they'll give me much work to do.. just come back office shake leg :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wish everyone a brand new year with new surprises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6417052607072940406?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6417052607072940406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6417052607072940406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6417052607072940406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6417052607072940406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4243583504118986928</id><published>2009-12-15T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:32:22.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went back to SP yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no particular reason, just that me and a bunch of frens, we're clearing our leaves, and we thought, hey its been such a long time since we've gone back for a visit, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, its been almost 2 years........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the so-called theme was, back to school, and initially everyone agreed to bring a bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought mine.. even slotted in 2 books of lecture notes on aircraft systems. act student must act to the end ma! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin... he brought NOTHING. bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingting.. brought a bag. small sling bag. still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK.. brought a bag. inside nothing but a CAMERA -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason... came from camp -_- brought NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm the only idiot who tries to relieve the old school days as accurately and as faithfully as possible... and those idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to alight from Dover.. walk down.. and wait for everyone at The Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember very fondly everyone, before going for lessons, will surely wait for everyone else on the bridge. there, we will stand around, talk cock, gossip, look at girls, check if you brought a certain assignment, share exam tips, discuss where to go after lectures. there's nothing you can't do there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time round however, as it is the exam period, it was relatively quiet and empty. everyone is either hard studying in the library or taking their paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked in and decided to check out the foodcourts.. foodcourt 4 first. passed by the new Student Service Centre... looks good. wth the old one was at the rock-climbing wall and it suckssss now it looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything looks so good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to proceed to foodcourt 6 instead.. the holy grail of all foodcourts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its located in the School of Business :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a FAIL decision cuz none of the stalls (okay maybe for the drinks stall) were open and THERE WASN'T ANY CROWD INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this SP trip wasn't very exciting or anything cuz we were planning to crash lectures.... but then again its the exam period so can't really do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. foodcourt 5 is now air-conditioned. and looks so good. fuckin hell.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4243583504118986928?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4243583504118986928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4243583504118986928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4243583504118986928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4243583504118986928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-back-to-sp-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2861748302409325834</id><published>2009-12-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:31:16.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010 is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for the past few years, my resolutions have somewhat been the same.. about the same stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get fatter.&lt;br /&gt;get richer.&lt;br /&gt;get a girlfriend (although i used to get really uptight over this issue, but lately i realised its not a very big issue..)&lt;br /&gt;get a car license (done that in 07).&lt;br /&gt;get a car.&lt;br /&gt;get good results. (in 08)&lt;br /&gt;get into uni, hopefully. (done (: )&lt;br /&gt;get a new com (done this year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well basically those are the more important/urgent resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming year, well, i only ONLY have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORD LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. 3 more days to zoukout :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2861748302409325834?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2861748302409325834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2861748302409325834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2861748302409325834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2861748302409325834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5064762488731712051</id><published>2009-11-29T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:57:57.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING KITE-FLYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO FUN CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being such a child. hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5064762488731712051?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5064762488731712051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5064762488731712051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5064762488731712051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5064762488731712051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/11/kite-flying-kite-flying-kite-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8366111985749867546</id><published>2009-11-17T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:52:28.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. 16 days of not blogging. hahaaha. definitely this is one place thats bound to be buried one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini's birthday was on last sunday! we had a celebration for him on saturday. we went to play GO KART! miniwong, me, kelvin, jason, salty and bingting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the go-karts there are NOTHING like the toy ones you drove in the Escape Theme Park. they are much faster, much more thrilling and much more tiring to drive them.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can practically feel the g-force when i floored the pedal. despite having only 6.5 horsepower (a normal motorcycle, 125CC, has about 11-12 horsepower) you definitely can feel the speed yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but then... the weather wasn't too forgiving on us. the track is at Arena Country Club (very near to my camp!) and the timing for walk-in customers are from 12-2pm, 5-7pm. other timings are reserved for professionals to use the circuit to practice and so on. however they will try to squeeze in slots for us as each race lasts only for about 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right... i paid $35 for 10mins of thrill. absolutely worth every cent of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although....... we waited for a LONG time. we reached at 1.45pm. decided to go for lunch. went back at 2.20pm. have to wait for the professionals to finish their training and roundings. when FINALLY it was our turn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began to rain =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the conclusion? MINI HAS 2 CURSES ON HIM NOW. either when we go out there'll be no contact/encounters/luck with girls OR the weather will just simply pour on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain stopped after about an hour. by this time it was reaching 4pm. they let one of the professional drivers to test the circuit for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they changed their karts (fucking fast, one of them was about 30horsepower, can reach speeds of like 100km/h and more?!) tires to wet-weather ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when the tires were wet-weather ones, he struggled on the tracks. he even spun out a couple of times. well... our karts were fitted with SLICKS... meaning they are strictly meant for DRY conditions............ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for like another 20,30mins before we decided, enough is enough, FUCK IT MAN. i was in the first kart.. the guy started my engine by giving it a tug.. i made my way slowly out.... once out of the "pit", i floored the pedal.... okay it IS powerful.. gave the brake a lil prod.. rear wheels skid.. apparently the brakes are applied to only the rear wheels.. approaching a turn... release accelerator.. brake.. step on accelerator... *engine goes silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute. this engine stalled on me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so being the ever courteous driver i let the kart rolled to the side of the track and signalled for the guy to come over to start my engine again =( and i watched everyone whizzed by.... mini giving me the HAHA SUCKER look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i became the last guy. HAHA. no the race is not over yet! after some spin-outs i began to get the feel of the kart. drifting is damn easy but its easy to spin-out too! once i stepped on the brakes too hard and my kart came to rest just beside the patch of grass hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess that's the nearest F1 experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$35 man. ain't cheap, but was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jason's house to wash up after that. booked tickets for this Merantau Warrior or something. some show that showcases Silat, a form of Malay martial arts. the movie was alright, fighting scenes were good, but well... not that you will wanna spend 10bucks to watch it on a weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sorrrleee ah no pictures everyone was racing plus no one brought a camera so....... heh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on friday i met up with pris to hang out and chill out at town. went to cine in hopes of playing Guitar Hero there. but SO SUAY. we were put on the waiting list cuz some other group of ppl are using the guitar controllers. and apparently i think there're only like 2 or 3 controllers? fuck! and just before they were about to return the bloody guitar controllers they came over and.... EXTEND THEIR BLOODY TIMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what can we do.. booked a xbox machine.. went to play Halo.. 2 n00bs who'd never played before Halo.... spend the first like 15mins exploring controls and the environment rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught Paranormal Activity later. unfortunately my ass of a friend blurted out the ending to me so it kinda spoiled it for me but still.. i've to admit its kinda creepy. not so much of a scare. CREEPY. never know whats gonna happen. but still.. BORING. we were both scared the shit out of ourselves towards the ending though... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so another weekend passed. another weekend nearer to the next payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER WEEKEND NEARER TO ORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. just can't wait for Jan 2010 to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start the 9months counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8366111985749867546?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8366111985749867546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8366111985749867546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8366111985749867546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8366111985749867546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4194246596508862347</id><published>2009-11-01T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:49:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Su2CZ8bKMzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HQNE-bcC1cw/s1600-h/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Su2CZ8bKMzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HQNE-bcC1cw/s400/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399114910515475250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick, a high-school senior from Hoboken, can't stop obsessing about Tris, his cute, blond, conniving ex-girlfriend. Norah, also a senior and an acquaintance of Tris's, is dissed by Tris at a club in New York City, so to show she's cool and has a boyfriend, she goes up a stranger, whispers in his ear, and kisses him. It's Nick. Thus begins a night of fits and starts between Nick and Norah as they share a love of music, hunt for an elusive band scheduled to play somewhere that night, search for Norah's drunk friend Caroline - with the help of Nick's gay band mates, and keep running into Tris and Nora's sort-of boyfriend. Both Nick and Norah have to figure out what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching this movie i felt happy. i have no idea why, perhaps its the vibe that it gives off, perhaps its the ending of the movie, perhaps its just the whole storyline that gives you a "good-feel" feeling. i wasn't feeling terribly miserable before, but i wasn't entirely happy too. its some sort of un-settleness (is there even such a word?!), some sort of emptiness all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the first time in probably a few months, i felt happy. just happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; P.S: to all my friends OF COURSE I FEEL HAPPY WHEN I GO OUT WITH YOU ALL LAH its not that i don't feel happy when i hang out with you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwlKyz_E-uA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwlKyz_E-uA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err as for the entire movie. there're pretty much 2 options. 1) get it from the video store. 2) watch it online or download it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4194246596508862347?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4194246596508862347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4194246596508862347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4194246596508862347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4194246596508862347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/11/nick-high-school-senior-from-hoboken.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Su2CZ8bKMzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HQNE-bcC1cw/s72-c/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6642789774371367200</id><published>2009-10-28T19:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:10:40.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIRRR ROOOOOUU PETER CHOW IS HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lame i mean well... no one bothers to read my blog anyway, its like buried 6 feet down below singapore soil! virtual soil........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i get so lame.... HAHAHA. okay i better stop this before it turns into some sort of monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! thought i'll upload some pictures over here of cheryl's 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrh6YaW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4oYT3E47tXw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrh6YaW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4oYT3E47tXw/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612015010863954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniwong so happy he go botanic gardens with eric and kelvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SugriQgMCaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/r_LaLC1ZD28/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SugriQgMCaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/r_LaLC1ZD28/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612020949060002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric seo damn happy he is go botanic gardens with miniwong and kelvinpan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrih9KshI/AAAAAAAAAKo/033wAVHVKC0/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrih9KshI/AAAAAAAAAKo/033wAVHVKC0/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612025634009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniwong is so happy he got kite in his hands and standing in front of the beeeeeeautiful swan lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SugrjA3JgoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s6BRG1vpNhM/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SugrjA3JgoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s6BRG1vpNhM/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612033930265218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvinpan is so happy he is looking so cool in his shades under the hot sun standing in front of the beeeeeeeeeautiful swan lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrjboz14I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZrVydYKhrm4/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrjboz14I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZrVydYKhrm4/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397612041117882242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applying his skills taught in the artillery, miniwong attempts to build the KITE OF DESTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug2ZBpCJNI/AAAAAAAAALA/eko43CpC2JA/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug2ZBpCJNI/AAAAAAAAALA/eko43CpC2JA/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623956968711378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY FINALLY KITE IS UP SO HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3YeE0JSI/AAAAAAAAALI/BQMytGn29g8/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3YeE0JSI/AAAAAAAAALI/BQMytGn29g8/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397625046933185826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY KITE CAN FLY CAN SHOW OFF TO THE GIRL BEHIND ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3iK8Ut1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UWnFZ2-qPx0/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3iK8Ut1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UWnFZ2-qPx0/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397625213595989842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! YOU THINK WE HAVE ALL DAY FOR THIS STUPID SHIT IS IT?! ITS CHERYL BIRTHDAY LEH KNN NOT YOUR KITE BIRTHDAY DOUBLE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3uheP5XI/AAAAAAAAALY/9JjYHGumHxI/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3uheP5XI/AAAAAAAAALY/9JjYHGumHxI/s400/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397625425802290546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3u6WPJ6I/AAAAAAAAALg/_zu-xnhpPa8/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug3u6WPJ6I/AAAAAAAAALg/_zu-xnhpPa8/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397625432479573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY FLY FLYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug6ZBaagPI/AAAAAAAAALw/I157zLi7XU8/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug6ZBaagPI/AAAAAAAAALw/I157zLi7XU8/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397628354953904370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday girl has NO idea whats in store for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug6uiBkaCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LSLAlfFr_2w/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug6uiBkaCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LSLAlfFr_2w/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397628724485318690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAARRR. HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug7mB-2rJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IDH0_5pk7yI/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug7mB-2rJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IDH0_5pk7yI/s400/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397629677956672658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT 2 CANDLES FOR ME ONLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug8rSN6jgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Fobl1hvVOrM/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug8rSN6jgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Fobl1hvVOrM/s400/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397630867725782530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl is awed by our awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-f1E-qAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BVYWolSBmlI/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-f1E-qAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BVYWolSBmlI/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397632869948368898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini trying to get inspiration from his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-gcdOcvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nQNMI9VDxu8/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-gcdOcvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nQNMI9VDxu8/s400/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397632880519049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what up dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-w550YPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q9Cc7poXTTY/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug-w550YPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q9Cc7poXTTY/s400/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633163301511410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug_d7tqaAI/AAAAAAAAANY/bDlQo99JstM/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug_d7tqaAI/AAAAAAAAANY/bDlQo99JstM/s400/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633936881510402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug_eZiK4aI/AAAAAAAAANg/N3JgGbOXIy4/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sug_eZiK4aI/AAAAAAAAANg/N3JgGbOXIy4/s400/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397633944886370722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SuhCc-bR45I/AAAAAAAAANw/pI5TmqgGv4A/s1600-h/14349_1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SuhCc-bR45I/AAAAAAAAANw/pI5TmqgGv4A/s400/14349_1686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397637218964726674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SuhCcTnfzhI/AAAAAAAAANo/nQaSIwvBoQo/s1600-h/14349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SuhCcTnfzhI/AAAAAAAAANo/nQaSIwvBoQo/s400/14349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397637207473245714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eric seo da busy man no time seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on my facebook! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6642789774371367200?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6642789774371367200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6642789774371367200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6642789774371367200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6642789774371367200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/hairrr-rooooouu-peter-chow-is-here-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sugrh6YaW1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4oYT3E47tXw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6772244636795154586</id><published>2009-10-24T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:27:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST FLEN CHERYL FONG&lt;/span&gt; hahaha okay you're now 20years old liao. 1 more year then can watch all the R21 shows you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we had a surprise party for her at the botanical gardens. sidenote: this is EPIC FAIL i've actually never been to the botanic gardens! well maybe when i was a kid, but i highly doubt it. lolol so the shame-shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway not much pictures, i'll upload them up another time and blog about it. thanks mini and kelvin for tagging along! and the kite! wa piangssss next time we must go marina barrage fly kite liao la! damn fucking funny can mini and kelvin were running around trying to fly the kite while EVERYONE at the park was watching them lololol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6772244636795154586?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6772244636795154586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6772244636795154586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6772244636795154586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6772244636795154586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-best-flen-cheryl-fong.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-9155326253320316468</id><published>2009-10-14T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:27:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/StXCrvgiOwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dKhvQiQE7ac/s1600-h/500+days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/StXCrvgiOwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dKhvQiQE7ac/s400/500+days_of_summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430185589127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you should know upfront, that this is not a love story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply wonderful and cute movie. i enjoyed every bit of it. the whole story just takes me in and puts me into the shoes of the protagonist. soundtrack is good too, for you indie-lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/StXDPGsT1KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nMeraM-_FuA/s1600-h/500-days-of-summerrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/StXDPGsT1KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nMeraM-_FuA/s400/500-days-of-summerrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430793107952802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;PENIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-9155326253320316468?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/9155326253320316468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=9155326253320316468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9155326253320316468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9155326253320316468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-should-know-upfront-that-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/StXCrvgiOwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dKhvQiQE7ac/s72-c/500+days_of_summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8388129244451517872</id><published>2009-10-12T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:45:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/so6IQ4GYm2o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/so6IQ4GYm2o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you, who are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes if you can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see, I can still find&lt;br /&gt;you’re the only voice my heart can recognize&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t hear you now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same I’m caught inside&lt;br /&gt;the memories of promises of yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;and I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t walk away ‘cause after loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I pretend I never&lt;br /&gt;knew you like it was all a dream? No&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll never forget the way I always felt&lt;br /&gt;with you beside me, and how you loved me then, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same I’m caught inside&lt;br /&gt;the memories of promises of yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;and I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t walk away ‘cause after loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me near, then I watched you disappear&lt;br /&gt;You left this emptiness inside and I can’t turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Stay! Nothing compares to you&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;not after loving you,&lt;br /&gt;not after loving you,&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same I’m caught inside&lt;br /&gt;the memories of promises of yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;and I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t walk away ‘cause after loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah woah woah woah&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t walk away&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t walk away from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8388129244451517872?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8388129244451517872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8388129244451517872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8388129244451517872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/8388129244451517872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-you-who-are-you-now-look-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-9061524849339427348</id><published>2009-10-04T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:16:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kelvin: eric, do you see this? (points at his shoes, which has bits of stains and dirt on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: erm, your puke stains? (he puked the weekend before and some of them got onto his shoes =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: and where do they come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: err... your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: FUCK. me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so.. what's your point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: i puked/spit all this out right? then who's gonna clean for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ..... you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: YA LA. since you spit everything out already, you can't possibly take it all back right? what, you wanna lick all the puke off my shoes meh? you want me to do that? no way.. i'm gonna clean this mess myself. you understand what i mean? no one's gonna be cleaning all these mess for you. you yourself go clean up the mess fucker! already spit out liao so be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda makes sense. for once, i've found kelvin's words blog-worthy. rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-9061524849339427348?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/9061524849339427348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=9061524849339427348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9061524849339427348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9061524849339427348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/10/kelvin-eric-do-you-see-this-points-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6052035041354521344</id><published>2009-09-26T15:40:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:38:50.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xianwei and i really must thank kelvin pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i went home with soe after we booked out.. just nice he finished his duty at the medical centre so met up with him. reached home. got a call from kelvin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: EH WANNA GO TO THE F1 CONCERT? I GOT TICKETS FOR US LEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wa zhun bo.. so up ah you?! who's coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin: dunno leh, think i call xianwei they all lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not at liberty to say how kelvin got his tickets. let's just say, he got lucky.............. REAL LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, the rest of the day was epic. i mean, DAMN EPIC. i hurriedly went to shower and change. okay, its my first time attending a concert. really. school musicals and free concerts (Baybeats) don't really count? okay maybe Baybeats is. but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FUCKING FORMULA 1 RACE CONCERT PARTY MAN! the event of like, the century? okay maybe the event of the year lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late late muthafuckin late man. i left home at like 6 30pm? the gates were opened at 5pm, and the opening act, N.E.R.D, came on at around 6 45pm!! SHIAT lol at this moment pris must be cursing me for not taking any signatures from them, and sad to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed N.E.R.D performing. so. no pictures. videos. or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i chioooong down from lakeside to dhoby ghaut to meet kelvin and salty (xianwei). these 2 goons finally arrived after like so damn long can. chiong for a quick bite at burger king's before we set off for... FORT CANNING PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a LONG walk up. least for me it wasn't that tiring. those 2 asses kept swearing and complaining... INFANTRY TRAINED YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally we reached there.. the staffs gave us this fan and a flag. apparently the fan was damn useful cuz the whole place was hot hot HOT its like being in an oven.. i was wearing a tee inside with a shirt outside so it doesnt make things better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we first reached there we saw this stage, with Redbull logos and stuffs and... NO ONE?! no one on stage, no one at the bottom of the stage, not even stage helpers. so we thought, okay everyone must be like taking a break now. so we wandered around the area. Harry's was there to sell drinks and food. also, official merchandise booths selling both the performing acts' tees and F1 tees were set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we walked further in, we heard the sound of thumping music.. well apparently we were kinda dumb. the actual main stage was further inside! haha. and the crowd was like.... woah. and we felt as if we stepped into mini-america; everywhere we looked, ANG-MOHs! GOODNESS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3OcAgOvOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cfX5LSklZQ8/s1600-h/IMG_5240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3OcAgOvOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cfX5LSklZQ8/s400/IMG_5240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385687709971823842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stage was rather huge. haha. when we reached there, Simple Minds were performing. i've no idea who the hell they are, i've never heard of their music, but well the atmosphere was good, the vibe was there, so i kinda enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3PIu8YZaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yMl-U16k3HI/s1600-h/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3PIu8YZaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yMl-U16k3HI/s400/IMG_5243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385688478352172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wandered around.. before we saw.. salty's aunt! gee man we didn't know her aunt was so hip! best thing is. her aunt went to buy like a dozen cups of beers + house wine! and keep forcing us to drink.... =(( of course, i drank like sips and small gulps. i had to take pictures and videos! and someone's gotta take care of those 2 jackasses shld they get wasted.... hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next act after Simple Minds.. ZZ TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, Lindsay Lohan came on stage to make an appearance. apparently she was hosting the F1 Rocks Singapore TV show. NOW, none of us even knew that the concert is gonna be made into a freaking TV show? gee man. but you can't really see her lah. she came out wearing one helmet. hahaha funny. epic thing was, she was spending sometime on stage rehearsing and stuffs, some of the audience were tired of waiting and began to chant, ZZ TOP ZZ TOP. hahahaha really man, if i were her i'll be embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, ZZ TOP! a 3 piece band, consisting of 2 guitarist dudes with really damn long beards and 1 drummer. cowboy old school rockers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3UlnSbU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Fvj0NBrRzjo/s1600-h/IMG_5268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3UlnSbU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Fvj0NBrRzjo/s400/IMG_5268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385694472071500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even covered Hendrix's Foxy! okay i guess that's pretty much the only song that i can recognise from their performance...... lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3aIlxu9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/E5SGJ65tI14/s1600-h/IMG_5271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3aIlxu9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/E5SGJ65tI14/s400/IMG_5271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385700570519499858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time salty's aunt's bf had already disappeared into the crowd, in hopes of getting some moshing or hardcore dancing. he came back, sad face, disappointed. and bitched to us about how singapore is ALWAYS LIKE THAT ONE LEH. hahaaha hearing an angmoh trying to speak singlish is hilarious. funny fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3bEdf4X6I/AAAAAAAAAII/CDHBmMOxxNI/s1600-h/IMG_5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3bEdf4X6I/AAAAAAAAAII/CDHBmMOxxNI/s400/IMG_5273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385701599089287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the girl behind us doesn't seem too happy..... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, so after ZZ Top ended their performances, its time for the biggest act for the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DOUBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3dwjESstI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kPFeObtzg4M/s1600-h/IMG_5281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3dwjESstI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kPFeObtzg4M/s400/IMG_5281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385704555521684178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3d-_kTddI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MD4FxuNtI2I/s1600-h/IMG_5282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3d-_kTddI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MD4FxuNtI2I/s400/IMG_5282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385704803690313170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately all the pictures are too blurred to be seen as i was not standing close to the stage. front line was madness, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, in the middle of their entire performance for the night, Gwen Stefani told the crowd that its very hot and she's sweating like mad. her make-up's gonna fall off. then she pointed to the crowd below and ask some 2,3 fans of hers to come up! OMG. 2 of them even had towels prepared and went to help her wipe her sweat off her face and body HAHAHA. okay, guess i was too engrossed in that to take any photos or videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3gCaCke8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3kXQ6nZTjFU/s1600-h/IMG_5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3gCaCke8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/3kXQ6nZTjFU/s400/IMG_5289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385707061359442882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3hYjdUTKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gyeADT5Xkpw/s1600-h/IMG_5290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3hYjdUTKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gyeADT5Xkpw/s400/IMG_5290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385708541356297378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3jRWzHZHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L4bNgliMkSs/s1600-h/IMG_5305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3jRWzHZHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L4bNgliMkSs/s400/IMG_5305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385710616722236530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3jKLuP5zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tKtTf_tKVBU/s1600-h/IMG_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3jKLuP5zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tKtTf_tKVBU/s400/IMG_5299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385710493489948466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the crowd there was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3k4K2RfII/AAAAAAAAAJo/wGKkKslesBc/s1600-h/IMG_5303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3k4K2RfII/AAAAAAAAAJo/wGKkKslesBc/s400/IMG_5303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385712383040781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3ky3sRZiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cT53Jabm0w/s1600-h/IMG_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3ky3sRZiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cT53Jabm0w/s400/IMG_5302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385712291999213090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3kVvOnO0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TGMa96IQwEo/s1600-h/IMG_5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3kVvOnO0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TGMa96IQwEo/s400/IMG_5265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385711791511124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3kOdHqS9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CRHYTv5mffc/s1600-h/IMG_5250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3kOdHqS9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CRHYTv5mffc/s400/IMG_5250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385711666391043026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Doubt performed most of their famous songs like Bath Water, Hey Baby, Running, Underneath It All, Ex-girlfriend and of course... the one and only Don't Speak. man, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to the toilet (those makeshifts cubicle ones) to take a piss. was waiting in line for one of the cubicle and the dude inside came out. kelvin was starting to go in when this 2angmoh girls and guy cut into our line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: `scuse me, can i please go in first? i mean well look i'm pregnant here ya' all see *points to stomach*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: yeah don't be rude to the lady! she's got a baby! *points to stomach*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: *looks, smile and shrugs at us*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 3 of us were like o_O then kelvin went something like, YEAHH MAN GO ON, YOU CAN HAVE IT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. she must be at least 2 or 3 months pregnant and is still drinking alcohol. UP THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well they took a pretty much time so i went to queue for another one. when i stepped out this blonde bombshell came in immediately and almost bumped into me (my guess is she was pretty urgent). i didn't see that coming man! haha kelvin and salty were like, wa eric, you shocked anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course! shellshocked by that damn blonde bombshell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then again, what is a concert without pretty girls? after a couple of drinks, i guess thats what alcohol will do to you- boost your fucking morale and gives you the courage to approach.... some Heineken girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3l0vIS-CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bTgMRocvQ_U/s1600-h/IMG_5319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3l0vIS-CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bTgMRocvQ_U/s400/IMG_5319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385713423572203554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOY i don't mean the 3 of us are the pretty ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3l5lxo_QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/687I-vFq7FU/s1600-h/IMG_5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3l5lxo_QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/687I-vFq7FU/s400/IMG_5318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385713506960604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3mGtTnS9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/1jhQ8WsGOJE/s1600-h/IMG_5316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3mGtTnS9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/1jhQ8WsGOJE/s400/IMG_5316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385713732320447442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the cutest and friendliest one :D i likey :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well apparently they go around the whole venue helping ppl to take polaroids and giving them as souvenirs. guess they sure do have a whole shitload of films man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salty left at around 11 45 to meet his friends for drinks outside. me and kelvin stayed on as we wanted to catch No Doubt performing their smash hit, Don't Speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin was pretty smashed though, he drank a tad too much house wine and beer (courtesy of salty's HIP aunt). okay, shall not shame him on my blog. =p gahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos on my facebook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, below are the 4 videos i took while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuyrOPMIJ6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuyrOPMIJ6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KmQGBghKiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KmQGBghKiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liSEYnQb6Ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liSEYnQb6Ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i0FM1GoDPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i0FM1GoDPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;once again, thanks kelvin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6052035041354521344?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6052035041354521344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6052035041354521344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6052035041354521344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6052035041354521344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/xianwei-and-i-really-must-thank-kelvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sr3OcAgOvOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cfX5LSklZQ8/s72-c/IMG_5240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4783958479161570925</id><published>2009-09-23T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:56:54.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and finally, they said i'm not going to australia anymore. (with the army).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA PIANG. okay la, i'm mostly happy about this cuz going there means i'll probably get arrowed doing something. plus, i've heard from many ppl saying there's absolutely nothing there to do and the whole place's like crap? i don't mean the cities of course, i've been to brisbane, sydney, and melbourne when i was young.. FUCKING KICK ASS AWESOME ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the long weekend is over. i can't believe i watched 2 movies in a day with mini, kelvin and jason man. i mean thats like the ultimate gayest thing ever but mini that asswipe is leaving for brunei for training so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught "9" at Bugis's Illuma and "Inglorious Basterds" at jurong point. 9 was alright, but the cinema was FUCKING COLD i swore 3/4 through the movie i was shivering and my teeth were slightly clattering. Inglorious Basterds was nice though it was longer than i expected. the main villian, one Colonel Hans of the Nazi SS, appears creepingly scary and evil in the flick. nice acting! of course, Brad Pitt's accent was damn good man. i especially love how the film was accompained by the various types of music. some parts even got my heart thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its kelvin's birthday tml! haha. happy birthday jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the calender now, its still roughly another year more to ORD man. sigh. long long way. man, my life is in such a stalemate now i don't know what to do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TML!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4783958479161570925?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4319541197719277603</id><published>2009-09-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:33:03.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaHnwkNO13E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaHnwkNO13E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pierces- Go To Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, C'mmon&lt;br /&gt;And take off all the clothes&lt;br /&gt;That you have worn&lt;br /&gt;And make love to me&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun, comes up&lt;br /&gt;Or until we decide&lt;br /&gt;We are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until&lt;br /&gt;All the prayers&lt;br /&gt;That go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Get an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are absurd&lt;br /&gt;You say the cutest things&lt;br /&gt;I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;I could take another word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my head&lt;br /&gt;Might explode&lt;br /&gt;And I might have to&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I said&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your head&lt;br /&gt;But we may not find out&lt;br /&gt;Until we're dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or until the&lt;br /&gt;Earth explodes&lt;br /&gt;And everybody&lt;br /&gt;Goes to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-473118684104714882</id><published>2009-09-20T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:57:39.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIRCA was alright. House music all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBEL was screwed. i was all along in a sardine can for that part.. man that place could really double up as a sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNAR...... chinese live band. my fren even though it was some Getai ROFL WTF LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i understand the concept behind "must open bottle!" yes kelvin, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-473118684104714882?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/473118684104714882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=473118684104714882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/473118684104714882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/473118684104714882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/zirca-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-66805102672977800</id><published>2009-09-13T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:03:15.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congratulations on JASON! on becoming a 2nd Lieutenant! one bar now liao. see him must greet him SIR! and salute him. oh nooooo. hahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless his hard work finally paid off. where most of us are already 3rd Sergeants by now, he finally got his first leadership rank after like, 1 year? good job jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today afternoon me, mini, yan han, kai wen and yiling went for his commissioning parade at SAFTI MI. i must say, this is the first time i saw so MANY girls dressed up so nicely for a parade. i don't even see that much girls dressed much so nicely for my BMT parade, and for ASLC parade. but still. eye-candies. gahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up soon! as soon as i can get hold of my sister's laptop... or get a freaking SD Card reader for my own computer. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look its 1.10am now. 13th Sept 2009. i've officially been in the SAF for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one freaking year. time really files man. being a recruit just seemed like a few months back ago only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-im-back-to-mainland-singapore.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the first post after my first book out from pulau tekong. Jaguar Company's Platoon 1, Section 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. that island really brought back many many memories. i still have 2 notebooks in which i wrote about my life back then. one of them is compulsory to write as it acts as a journal, supposedly for us to "reflect" on our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other is for writing at my own pace. there're a few entries which i wrote during my 6 days field camp, which proves to be the worst 6 days of my life. i shall type them out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8 km route march there. almost died on the way there. (yes i rmb this particular march, cuz the sun was blazing down on us plus the terrain was very uneven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-upon reaching, stood for about 15-20mins FBO (this was one stand i'll never forget. we just arrived but were not allowed to set down our field packs. the 15-20 mins lasted for what seemed like 5hours. the load on our back was very unbearable. you could see people fidgeting but trying to keep still if not we'll get more shit on us. never will i forget this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all hell breaks loose now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-given 10mins to pitch basha (basically, our tentages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-of course, punishment again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at night, the first night i sleep without gortex jacket. freaking cold. (i absolutely cannot take cold weather =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lessons/trainings as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rifle PT (physical training), then run around the compound. super shagged. (hell with morning PT, this could kill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this is the day where it rained non-stop from Day 2 till Day 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more punishments, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one asshole actually shat under a tree and didn't admit. as a result, all of us were punished in pumping position. (motherfucker didn't admit, we were treated to a treatment of push-ups and crunches. massive fuckings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-night time got walk. but halfway through it began raining super heavily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hence, sleeping with wet clothes + socks + boots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically for Day 3 onwards our training got more intense, our fuckings increased, and of course our mind got more and more blank. pretty soon enough my uniforms smelt like the ammonia solution you have in your science chemistry lab. i swore it smelt EXACTLY like that, like your urine. no one bothered to complain, no one bothered to maintain cleanliness (what, come again?!), no one bothered to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was shellscrape day. meaning we have to dig our own "graves". yes i cannot believed i dug from morning till evening. even then, it wasn't perfect. Day 5 was a surprise, cuz 10mins after we changed our uniforms, cleaned our rifles, we were treated to a mud bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically by Day 3, 4 i observed something. most of us just sat down anywhere, anyhow. wherever we can find. no matter if its a puddle of mud, some squishy spot of grass, anywhere. and of course there'll be the soft SQUISSSSSSH sound once our butt comes into contact with the ground. disgusting huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 proves to be the best day of all, because by afternoon we were back in our camp. boy, i tell you, i never thought i would feel so emotional when i saw concrete buildings instead of trees. it feels so good to be back/near to civilisation where you can be assured that there's proper water for you to drink, proper resting areas, and most importantly, PROPER FOOD. not the shit-tasting combat rations we survived on for 6 days. that really made me take food not for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMT days were some of the best days of my life too. i found friendship (people like, Jit, my BMT Buddy, Kenny, Andy Low, Joel!), strength, and confidence. things i thought i could never do. most memorable was my 24km route march. the load was over-bearing. especially for the size of a guy like me, certainly that was an achievement. mind over body eric, mind over body. i passed out as a Private with pride. (although after the parade i went home and took a long 4 hours nap. my bed was the most beautiful thing that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i got posted to SISPEC's BSLC course as a SCT (Specialist Cadet Trainee). i was taught more advanced skills of an infantry section. Juilet Company, Platoon 2, Section 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, life was slightly different cuz back in BMT, sleep wasn't what we were deprived off. our instructors made sure while we trained hard, we were also given sufficient rest. but here, if we could get 5hours of sleep, that was a good bonus. its mentally challenging as we would have lectures right after physical trainings, and no one was to sleep! unless you wanna book out on a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISPEC was different in the sense that we were not treated like recruits. sure, we do get fuckings now and then but that's understandable since we tend to screw things up sometimes. there, i found friendship in Wei Chuan, Yong Lee, Jun hao!, Yu ze. especially Wei Chuan, always trying to guai lan and talk cock with me. haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as a trainee might be damn tiring, but when you look back you realise how much fun you had with everyone. because everyone is subjected to equal loads of shit, you tend to seek comfort in the company of fellow friends and try to make the best outta it. you talk about what you're gonna do after you ORD, you gossip about your OC being such a faggot, about the platoon sergeant who acts like a sissy, about the latest issue of FHM with the 2 hot twins on the cover page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us share everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was during this phase of training that i injured my ankle. i was running through the bushes and i didn't notice there was a depression in front of me. come to think of it, it was actually a ledge/kerb that led to this hole/depression but unfortunately it was covered with grass. i felt nothing below my feet and before i knew it.... OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain shot up from my feet to my ankle. very quickly, my face was scrunched in pain and i gave a yelp. my fren ran over and my sergeant (he was an asshole, seriously) slowly walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, you. can anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- obviously not.. so i slowly limped back to the medic post... ONLY TO FIND THAT THE MEDIC IS SITTING ON THE JEEP AND MAKING HIS ROUNDS AROUND THE TRAINING AREAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just lied down on the bench, trying not to think about the pain in my feet, and one of the storeman came over with a plastic bag and some ice. i took out my foot from my boot and began to apply some ice on it. OUCH OUCH OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still.... they didn't arrange for me to go back to camp to see the doctor. as it was the last day already, i still have to follow them for the rest of the trainings and board the bus back to camp in the afternoon. so i'm limping around, carrying my field pack and all my load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about care for soldiers.... fuck that. no choice, i think they training us to tahan pain. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was given 2 days rest (coincidentally that was over the weekend) and next monday... i sprained the same leg again. -_- only its a minor sprain, as the terrain i was walking over was uneven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when it came to doing my final SOC test, of course i flunked that. i was practically limping for some parts of the running! and the sad thing was, during my 28km march, i sprained a 1x GOOD TIME DIP DIP bad sprain. i was about at the 20km when i slipped on the rocky terrain and thankfully i grabbed my fren's arm before i fell. but the damage was done. heh my PC still think i chao keng... i limped for another 2-3km to the next rest point before falling out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the 28km march, we had our parade. to signify the end of our BSLC course. i was dealt with a bigger blow... (at this point i rmb, it was 14 Feb 09, Valentine's Day! how sadddd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got posted to ASLC. nvm. CHARLIE COMPANY. i'm so fucked. that's the worst company to be in of all. haha it wasn't that bad after all when i found that soe also got posted there too! same platoon too!! we laughed at one another. i mean, well.... make ourselves feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i endured 2 weeks of training there before i was declared OOC (out of course). my ankle couldn't take all the walking and running. sooner or later i would have fractured it, no doubt. but i still got to go through the weapons training. =D at least i got some firing experience haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i was delegated to doing sai kang in the company. heh no problem, there was soe there too! thereafter, i got posted to Military Intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life there was totally different. it being not a combat environment, there was no requirement for me to stay-in. no bunks for me. hell, not even 5BX in the morning. the only company and friend i had for (in my branch) was Weihan. haha man if not for him i supposed i would have died of boredom inside. there were still other good people too, like Ram, Gere (my upper study who taught me nothing but "go breakfast at 9am!"), John, Freddy, Keith, Kuman, Justin.. and the new guys Linus, Kevin, En Rui, Bryon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was required to use my brain. as in, seriously, use my brain. instead of leading my men into combat, i'm required to perform some tasks using computers and maps. can't really explain it here, but yes, its different from the combat environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally not my cup of tea. i'm looking forward to more chiong-sua, more garang stuffs but..... you can't really complain. my frens said they would die to have my vocation. haha. well it has its perks. i get to book-out daily. OTOT canteen breaks. air-con environment (though thats not a perk to me at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that prolly sums up my one year in NS. one more year left for me. just hope that it goes smoothly. no more injuries. who knows, i MIGHT get posted out to somewhere else again, if need be. you never know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, congratulations JASON SIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-66805102672977800?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/66805102672977800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=66805102672977800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/66805102672977800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/66805102672977800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-on-jason-on-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2632025080185995400</id><published>2009-09-09T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:26:12.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exactly a year more to getting my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Sept 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown starts today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then we'll all go, ORD LO!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2632025080185995400?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2632025080185995400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2632025080185995400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2632025080185995400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2632025080185995400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/exactly-year-more-to-getting-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4702552946409468883</id><published>2009-09-08T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:01:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday was Army Family Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was also the last day of the Army Open House 09! how awesome! i see some army regulars bringing their wives, children, cousins, friends along to catch the latest army technology and various equipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST OF ALL. everyone in the formation is entitled to a day/half-day off! depending on which branch you are at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU KNOW TODAY FAMILY DAY RIGHT? GO HOME LAH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH GUYS WAIT. JUST NOW MR CHEONG SAY WE 10AM CAN GO OFF LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA POWER LA! 10AM?! NOW ALREADY 9 30AM LIAO LEH! QUICK GO CHANGE TO CIVI! SONG BO... EH ERIC, WHY YOU STILL SITTING THERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the duty specialist for that day..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4702552946409468883?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4702552946409468883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4702552946409468883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4702552946409468883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4702552946409468883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-was-army-family-day-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-963004926580168838</id><published>2009-09-06T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:16:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lim was feeling emo.... showed me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there." -Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww. cheer up lim. HA. still have tecky and me. zouk next week? ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-963004926580168838?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/963004926580168838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=963004926580168838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/963004926580168838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/963004926580168838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/09/lim-was-feeling-emo.html' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screamo SIOL rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the army open house was pretty good, i got to see how the inside of a chinook looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soe was a jackass all week; he got posted to a reservist camp which is just beside my camp. technically, if there're no ICT going on, he has nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been booking out at 2.30pm all the time since he got posted there. that's solid evidence man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways pretty soon i'm gonna be going to another camp for a week as i'm attached for some course. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopes dashed. dreams smashed. nothing really more painful than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Barbie Girl" is back!!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3231683837759242893?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3231683837759242893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3231683837759242893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3231683837759242893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3231683837759242893'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpZmuSKy1VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lrSH71jY9m4/s400/scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374596150650393938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-click on the picture to see clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's the last of a dying breed.  the prehistoric emo only             emerges from the depths of his studio apartment when his favorite bands reunite for one             last show- and even then, he shows no sign of enthusiasm whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span valign="top" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;once an avid fan of the underground             emo scene, he now cringes at the sight of today's batch of kids. he avoids mainstream             media altogether, would rather listen to npr than podcasts and has no idea why anyone             would panic at a disco.  his favorite thrift stores are now raided by trend-hopping             teens, making him resort to wearing the same vintage tees he has had for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span valign="top" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he cries when he listens to             pinkerton and spends days at a time organizing his vinyl collection.  he refuses to             join the kids on the current social networking sites as he finds them repulsive, yet seems             to forget about the long since abandoned makeoutclub account he made years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span valign="top" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;his casual-yet-somewhat             dorky look has become the mainstream, and he is no longer identified as the emo king he             once was. tear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's YOUR scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourscenesucks.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpZnnACW5KI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sEw4RsUa8PM/s400/yssheader.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374597125035713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2323851574049877081?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2323851574049877081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2323851574049877081' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5835824471846715343</id><published>2009-08-26T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:57:47.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cold weather recently makes my nose run like a water tap man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on. *blows nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. this is so exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, its raining outside again. rain rain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. guess i'm not as strong as i were a few months back. gonna sleep early later tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5835824471846715343?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5835824471846715343/comments/default' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6850346248525467754</id><published>2009-08-22T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:23:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;supposed to meet up with madeleine and pris last night to sort of like hang out. since pris's effort to "surprise" madeleine on thursday was a HUGE DISASTER. heng i nv follow pris go surprise. i'll look the ultimate retarded in my uniform banging on the door of someone's flat. gahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pris last minute called me, saying she had something on with her family.... so i was thinking, well now what. but since i need to pass madeleine her present i tot, wth, i'll just go meet her and pass it to her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN cheryl fong come sms me because (i think) she being sergeant's pepper lonely hearts club band again. ghahahaha actually i guess only the 2 of us can understand that. she wanted to meet up with me to chill. so we set the time at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dragged soe along with me to clark quay to meet madeleine so after that we could hook up with cheryl and find a good place to chill and catch up. pass her the present (some brownies i baked), then we went to grab a bite. and out came our cameras, flashes away, snapping away at anything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that cheryl came and meet us. and for the first time she saw madeleine gahhaha she's AMAZED to see madeleine GHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hung out for a bit after that madeleine said she has to go off, and then the rest of us went chill out at some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372803559408697218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpAIXvaCf4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eefR7dUjAS0/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372804140885858482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpAI5lk_2LI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SnLnSU2Z0dU/s400/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with the "rollercoaster guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpAKx5jK2nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zahZj3ETruU/s1600-h/b200823433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372806207831202418" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpAKx5jK2nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zahZj3ETruU/s400/b200823433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how the fuck she took this picture, but i was explaining to her my first rollercoaster ride and how it goes about!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6850346248525467754?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6850346248525467754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6850346248525467754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6850346248525467754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6850346248525467754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/08/supposed-to-meet-up-with-madeleine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SpAIXvaCf4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/eefR7dUjAS0/s72-c/IMG_5115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4911215269217612324</id><published>2009-08-11T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:12:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my, its august already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our nation just celebrated her 44th birthday! gahahaha quite lucky i'm not deployed for any national day parade duty, just on standby mode only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! september is just a month away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 13th sept, i'll officially be a one-year solider! pfft as if i care about being a one-year soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ORD DATE WILL BE ANOTHER YEAR NEARER. MY PINK IC WILL, IN NO TIME, BE IN MY ARMS AGAIN, AND WE'LL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i'm getting too over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so far work in camp is still the same, boring old plain shit, nothing like the kinda army life i'd imagined young as a kid, and gone through a few months back as a trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young, i was very fascinated by weapons, tanks and fighter jets. i thought it was always damn cool to be a soldier, you know, like creeping up on the enemy's position unknown and take him out with a silenced rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SoGIMsqATXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9c8-2rjELUk/s1600-h/specialforces.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SoGIMsqATXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9c8-2rjELUk/s400/specialforces.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368721982529490290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, thats a jungle hat he's wearing. only those who deserved it, after months of tough training, were awarded it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll check out weapons online and their stats, how they work, and play first-person shooters. heh thats where games like Counterstrike and Call of Duty made their way into my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch movies like Saving Private Ryan and Black Hawk Down and watch in awe as the soldiers work in teams/sections/group/platoons to breach enemy frontlines or perform a rescue operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they rushed in under the cover of darkness, i wonder how it actually feels like wearing that uniform, with the vest bearing all your magazines, grenades, smoke grenades and whatnot, holding that silenced MP-5 submachine gun, threading slowly, with their night-vision goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or waiting, waiting, waiting under the hot sun in the cover of your camouflage suit, just for that moment when your target steps out of the vehicle, and all you have to do is to pull that trigger and shoot him- from over 1km away. and if you missed that..... well... snipers don't miss their targets, do they? they're trained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always seemed so easy for them to run, jump around with their helmets on. they could run and run and dive for cover or crouch for a better firing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in the army i thought to myself, GOODNESS WERE THOSE GUYS ON STEROIDS OR SOMETHING?! everything was tough man, waking up in the morning, going for the 2.4km run, running against the time in SOC. OMG SOC. that really got me thinking: THOSE GUYS ON TV CARRY PLASTIC GUNS AND GRENADES TO WAR, DON'T THEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my SOC wasn't good; in fact i flunk it. after running 700m down in your SBO (estimated load on body = 6-8kg? the helmet was the source of all problems; IT JUST WONT LET YOUR BRAIN THINK) the first obstacle was the low wall we had to leap and climb over. many a times when i reached it i sprinted for it and attempt to leap over it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... only to go *PIAK* straight into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i wasn't the only one! HAHA. btw the wall is about 1.8m? Yao Ming could easily climb over it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the movies you see those Special Forces, those Marines, those super-duper secretive special tactics forces they leap and jump around and sprint like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their training must be damn good. err i mean acting. plus fake props. GAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but i can honestly say i enjoyed most of my training. though i was slow in learning fieldcraft (my sergeant in BSLC was an asshole though) even in Charlie ASLC i enjoyed the GPMG firing. although after that i caught a high fever -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty thankful for the fact that i'm trained in most weapons an infantry soldier should know and operate. from the small arms (SAR 21) to the crazy-ass huge one (MATADOR- go google it up), i've tried it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i've kinda regret is not being able to be in an active infantry unit. well honestly speaking when i was in Charlie ASLC i was so sooo demoralised that i just wanna be posted somewhere non-combatant. but then now i look back and i thought, its just 14weeks of training in ASLC. just 14 weeks of hell and after that you'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly the ankle problem in BSLC re-surfaced in ASLC and i took the chance to get a long excuse and as a result i'm Out of Course in ASLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well you can't have the best of both worlds. i've got partially my freedom and the ultimate "slack and stay-out" vocation BUT i didn't get to realise my dream when i was a kid- to be a full-fledged soldier (no matter infantry, armour, artillery or other vocations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm still combatant fit, i'm still liable for NS service but my current vocation doesn't involve any of the usual things you'll associate with a soldier: weapons, fieldcraft, heavy fullpack loads, camouflage cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i'm getting paid to go to the office and...... do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i've tried to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keng&lt;/span&gt; before in ASLC. hahahahaaha isn't every NSF supposed to do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as time goes by i realised my passion was IN the field. i'll find myself watching people march pass in their SBO/FBO and memories of my training periods will drift through my mind... how i envy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very very weird person right. HAHA. got such a good vocation yet "YOU SIAO AH! WANT GO OUTFIELD?! YOU 8-5 VOCATION SOMEMORE NO OUTFIELD YOU STILL COMPLAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm special. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4911215269217612324?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4911215269217612324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4911215269217612324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4911215269217612324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4911215269217612324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-its-august-already-and-our-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SoGIMsqATXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9c8-2rjELUk/s72-c/specialforces.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7542858892074300274</id><published>2009-08-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:59:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this video very heartwarming, i dunno why. especially in places/countries like singapore where everyone is constantly piled up with work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7542858892074300274?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7542858892074300274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7542858892074300274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7542858892074300274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7542858892074300274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-find-this-video-very-heartwarming-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5223998978902615967</id><published>2009-07-27T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:21:47.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has to be one of the most creative/funny weddings i've ever seen.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm on second thought. that could happen in singapore too! since all of us can dance PRETTTTY well............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad they disabled the embed function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. thats a nice wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! my unit did a video on reciting the Singapore Pledge..... but sadly i doubt anyone of you can spot me in it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgMWkBIGMos&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgMWkBIGMos&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the guy on the extreme left at 0:18!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA i bet all you can see is one guy in his uniform wearing his beret. OH WELLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5223998978902615967?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5223998978902615967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5223998978902615967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5223998978902615967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5223998978902615967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-has-to-be-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-9174377960426732701</id><published>2009-07-26T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:06:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just disinfect my super dirty/untidy table with dethol. and also, cleared all the rubbish off my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised, my table is actually rather big..... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! yesterday we went for a movie. me, miniwong, kelvin and jason. we were kinda like late and rushing for time.... so our plans for Public Enemies at 12 15am were dashed when we arrived at 12 20am. and the seats available were the first 3 rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY MAN. i've already tried watching Transformers 2 seated in the first row, and trust me, the whole experience would have been better if i were to have a better seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be able to view Megan Fox running in her boots in the desert more comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of watching Public Enemies we caught The Hangover instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Smxixmuo6LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9yhS_0MuDlg/s1600-h/hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Smxixmuo6LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9yhS_0MuDlg/s400/hangover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362769860640696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather good, it was damn funny at some parts. you guys should really catch it if you have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think its time for me to head to bed. not feeling very well today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-9174377960426732701?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/9174377960426732701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=9174377960426732701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9174377960426732701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9174377960426732701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-disinfect-my-super-dirtyuntidy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Smxixmuo6LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9yhS_0MuDlg/s72-c/hangover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3048195293598608839</id><published>2009-07-18T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:09:55.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm watching transformers 2 later. HAW HAW i'm like, so obiang la, while everyone has already watched the movie, i'm going to catch it later. with hteinlin and his fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows how no-life i have huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! weihan is on course now... so the office has only 1 spec, 1 NSF, 1 young gun... which is me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the arrows and shit's on me now.. gahahha. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3048195293598608839?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3048195293598608839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3048195293598608839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3048195293598608839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3048195293598608839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-watching-transformers-2-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1202411314945097882</id><published>2009-07-13T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:38:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last saturday was soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE OUT WITH 2 KOREAN CHICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaa okay la lame. that ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i hit the beach with kush, soe and his fren. forgot his name... think its. shaifu? nvm, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE we hit the beach... kush took us to suntec to help out his girlfriend with some stuffs... turns out his gf works at the gym as some promotional agent? like, try to get people to sign up with the gym. nothing wrong with that, they're not forceful like those bloodsuckers in MLM business. the people there are friendly and if you make your stand clearly that you don't feel like signing up with the gym, its okay. they'll issue you a GUESS PASS that allows you to use the gym for 7 days, free. and you get to bring a friend along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Fitness gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, when i used to work at PwC, they have this tie-up with Planet Fitness where we could enter the gym and use their facilities... for only $3! or was it $5... nevertheless it was a steal; the gym would provide towels, both gymming and showering, and they have hot water showers and a sauna. of course, the equipment there are quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the army now, of course i sign up FOR FUCK. lol. so we went there and hear what they had to say (they need to hit a quota, so we decided to just help out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a free body physical test or some shit. i'm currently 166cm tall (i tot 167cm sia wth!), 48.4kg (THAT IS REALLY DEPRESSING), i have a fat mass of about 11.4% (the ideal mass of fat for me should be around 14-20%), i have a predicted muscle mass of about 22.1% (the ideal one is.. i forgot? but mine's definitely not that ideal... HEY I STILL HIT THE GYM UNLIKE YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i need is more resistance training (its actually training with dumbbells and weights?) and of course, eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the whole damn thing... we left first (soe, me and his fren) as kush went to find his gf for a while.. so we waited by his car at the basement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. kush lost his way while trying to find the carpark. partly not his fault, the carpark was too damn big-ass huge. and he's pretty.. blur (thats like the nicest word i could use. can't possibly use DUMB right. oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. finally we reached cafe del mar at like.... 6pm? that sucks right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. we got to chat with these 2 cute korean girls. one of them has these like bright big eyes THAT IS SO CUTEE I TELL YOU. too bad they're going back to seoul the next day. AWWWWWWWWW (-_- they wore shades in this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sls3yMrFO3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2wyqmZquvUU/s1600-h/11072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sls3yMrFO3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2wyqmZquvUU/s400/11072009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357937517222247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost killed myself for not bringing my digital camera along. plus my 2MP nokia phone camera simply doesn't do justice to the picture. yes i know I LOOK FUCKING SKINNY gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i just finished my 2nd weekend duty yesterday. sunday burnt, with the Duty Officer, in camp. sighhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1202411314945097882?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1202411314945097882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1202411314945097882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1202411314945097882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1202411314945097882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-saturday-was-soooo-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sls3yMrFO3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2wyqmZquvUU/s72-c/11072009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2396104124351908708</id><published>2009-07-09T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:37:34.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Megan Fox makes me feel nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SlXjt1M_0rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-z1kCBodF_g/s1600-h/Megan-Fox0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SlXjt1M_0rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-z1kCBodF_g/s400/Megan-Fox0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356437708342284978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its during those tough times back in THAT ISLAND, during those lonely and dark times back in THAT ISLAND, that she brought me through. in fact, not only me, 11 other people as well! maybe even more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw her together with another girl, Andrea Fonseka, we fought amongst ourselves to decide who would be the ultimate cover girl, tables, chairs thrown all around in the bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, there're other hot babes and girls with bigger boobs than Megan Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing beats the picture of Megan Fox licking her lips in nothing but lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, we decided.... NO ONE BUT MEGAN FOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE BUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL GRACE THE DOORS LEADING TO JAGUAR PLATOON 1 SECTION 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la i was bored and i was looking at Megan Fox's pictures and my thoughts drifted to the times when i was still a recruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i still reported to Pasir Ris bus interchange in Smart4 and field pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had to leave my house almost 2 hours prior to book-in timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had to endure the long journey, mostly standing. (if i were to sit... i'll be all over the pictures of STOMP. unless the train is relatively empty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my buddy was still a very much botak indian singh. (he's got no turban, he's the acclaimed modern singh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we would entertain ourselves with whatever we have.. PSP, magazines, snacks, guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was this particular issue of FHM Jit (my buddy back then) bought... which has the 100 SEXIEST WOMEN OF FHM 2008 issue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the whole section fought to see who get to cut whose pictures out to paste it in our cupboards. heh! well for those who have girlfriends.. they don't give a fuck! nah they'll just paste it somewhere on the cupboard or mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. the good old days.... definitely one of the best days in my army life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh that picture on top is exactly the one we tore out of the magazine and pasted it on our door! and my bed is the nearest to the door HEH HEH HEHH i always have good night sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2396104124351908708?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2396104124351908708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2396104124351908708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2396104124351908708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2396104124351908708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/megan-fox-makes-me-feel-nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SlXjt1M_0rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-z1kCBodF_g/s72-c/Megan-Fox0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6591629825001725496</id><published>2009-07-06T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:31:19.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still cannot upload photos onto blogger, thats simply just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/otah/3694465862/" title="IMG_4960 by ah_siao, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3694465862_d91c631db1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_4960" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/otah/3693658773/" title="IMG_4961 by ah_siao, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/3693658773_c09f7688b5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_4961" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of maddie and pris. btw ladies... 4,5,6,7,8... is it REAL NECESSARY to spell them out -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! before i forgot.. today someone totally unexpected gave me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM AUSTRALIA SYDNEY SOMEMORE. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this unknown call in the afternoon. my phone registered as "CALL". hmm. i was wondering if it was one of those china/vietnam calls, you know, they call you and try to talk to you into buying some shit. in the end when you hung up you realised that your bill suddenly shoots up to a ridiculous amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT after such a long day in camp (that was around 4pm) what the heck, i decided to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: HELLOO...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hello... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caller: HELLOO.. IS THIS ERIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: JESSIE?! OMG IS THAT YOU JESSIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW THAT VOICE OF HERS! heh actually her voice is rather DEEP and SEXAAAY so tell me, who can't tell? lol she's gonna kill me for this if she sees it heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS THAT GIRL ACTUALLY CALLED ME (must be on skype, she's jobless and can't afford crystal clear calls =p) FROM SYDNEY GAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay she's like the last few people i can imagine calling me from overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't believe what i heard man haha i kept asking her EH ARE YOU IN SINGAPORE?! haa couldn't resist that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol turns out that she was 6 days late in wishing me (she kept saying she was 6 days late and i was like, for what!) happy birthday. so she called me up and chat for awhile. lol defining moment was when she was telling me how aussie people talk and she was like calling me, hey negro! hey homie! GHAHAHAHAA I COULD NEVER IMAGINE HER SAYING THAT BACK THEN IN PwC MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a good 12mins++ chat. heh i had to run into the toilet to talk -_- cuz outside having some minor construction work which was pretty noisy... and my warrant officer is in the office so can't really talk. SO she's coming back this dec. well i'll look forward to it.. owed her a chocolate buffet treat =( plus can't wait to diss her. GHAHAHAHA. nah joy and jiayi will probably kill me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! since i cannot upload pictures.... ARGGH i'll try photobucket then. and paste a link here. (edit: after 15mins later... i cannot even paste a link here i think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT EDIT 10.28PM: I DID IT!)&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6591629825001725496?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6591629825001725496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6591629825001725496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6591629825001725496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6591629825001725496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-still-cannot-upload-photos-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2514/3694465862_d91c631db1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4124939830268034373</id><published>2009-07-04T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:24:55.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister left the camera with her friend. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cannot upload the photos i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! i can't believe, i'm really 21 now. i feel so fucking old can. my birthday was on last wednesday. i spent it in pasir laba camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, SAF Day falls on 1st July too. hence...... we have.... to.... have... a... parade =/ for a 1-star general. lol. how wonderful man, i've to do a parade on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT luckily, it rained. GAHAH just before the parade rehearsal was about to begin it rained. HA. so they took the parade indoors, where we just stood there. no marching was neccessary, just AT EASE or "senandiri" and ATTENTION or "sediya". pardon my malay, i didn't learn how to write. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after everything i went back to office.. my warrant officers and weihan and boss were waiting with a cake for me. HAHA. its my branch's tradition to celebrate each and everyone's birthday. so there, i guess thats my first present/celebration. warrant sim was like, aww too bad we cannot bring camera to take a picture of the cake. HAHAHA. sure HE can bring, just do anything but don't get caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they awarded me my birthday off on the next day, 2nd july. so i had a good rest at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after work, i went home, changed and went out to meet mini, maddie and pris. haha okay this is DAMN stupid and epic. we booked the movie Ice Age 3 at plaza sing. so i went there earlier to meet miniwong cuz he's driving there. so we settled down at this place called Hot Tomato for dinner, whilst waiting for maddie and pris. so mini and i were talking, looking at the menu, oblivious to the crowd around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the waitress came over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitress: er, guys, i'm sorry but you have to transfer to table 16 behind. *points to the back*&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? ahh....&lt;br /&gt;mini: why do we have to move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitress: yes please, follow me to the back?&lt;br /&gt;mini: do we really have to move? i mean, its the same as sitting here, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitress: no, you guys just have to move. err maybe you guys will find a surprise there&lt;br /&gt;mini: wa surprise leh!! eh maybe will have discount!&lt;br /&gt;me: errr........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we made our way to the back... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found maddie and pris sitting at 2 tables behind us -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE FUCK DID THEY COME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well... 2 of us were looking like fools while we sat down. the 2 girls were laughing at us. yes we are stoopid. yes we 2 stoopid idiots. so we introduced mini to pris and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't manage to have our dinner as the movie is starting soon.. so we just ordered some beverages and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maddie and pris made me a birthday gift! :D in fact, its the first time someone (or in this case, 2 friends) made me something for my birthday! but my camera is with my sister's friend. so i can't take pictures of it. (my 2MP handphone camera simply.... cmi =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAS. after the movie. as we were walking to the car park to mini's van.... mini's sister called him. something cropped up. we were all like, waiting for that jackass to grin and say AHH GOTCHA but.... yeah its for real. so he left in a huff, and the 3 of us began to salvage for fooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end... ended up at like bugis. cuz the 2 of them wanted to sheesha -_- ate there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our dear fren pris has a curfew... cuz she's supposedly CINDERELLA. at 12am somemore sia wth. HAHA. maddie went off to find her frens at marina barrage. heh pris got a cab first. then maddie and i waited for like 15mins later before a cab came..... DAMNIT all the cabs waiting for 12am so can charge midnight charge WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird to be 21, honestly. i know, its just a certain kind of point in your life that suddenly makes you feel like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 18, 21 seemed so far away. we were still having school, and the only thing we cared about was exams and playing. of course, being 21 is just like being 19 or 20, its just that you can do more things when you're 21. so there's nothing really special about being 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i feel like i'm just convincing myself i'm still young. =/ oh well. this year its kinda hard to get all my friends together for celebration. most of us have NS commitments. just hope that everything goes well and we can all ORD in one piece. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wished i was in the 17-19 age period. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4124939830268034373?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4124939830268034373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4124939830268034373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4124939830268034373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4124939830268034373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sister-left-camera-with-her-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6609422167906500657</id><published>2009-06-23T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:13:27.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weihan's finally back from his malacca trip. haha! past week or so has been quite lonely and quiet in the department. no choice, our department only have 2 NSFs, which is me and him. if we don't cover each other's backside, who will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, june's ending. july's coming! GST REBATE COMING! $200!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 21ST BIRTHDAY ALSO COMING! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not thats its gonna be THAT happening. its on a wednesday. and this weekend i'm going malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally have no idea what to do gahahaha. i feel like.... changing my guitar strings now? and buying a new accoustic/classical guitar. lol i'm just plain lazy to take my les paul out of the bag, plug the cables in, turn on the switches, and play. plus an acoustic sounds different! better for playing rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh today's tuesday. 2 more days, and i'm off to malaysia. can't wait to escape from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the beach last saturday with soe alvin htein and his fren. was great man, having a tan and all, we had beer a a jug of housepour of some Around the World. htein thought it was some orange juice so he took a huge gulp of it.... only to realise it was some housepour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SkDw23NO6QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/twrlg_JQZ4k/s1600-h/20062009%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SkDw23NO6QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/twrlg_JQZ4k/s400/20062009%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541182639204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its like, the only group photo we took? and thats from my 2-megapixel camera phone, mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chilled out at cafe del mar. coincidentally, there's this group of angmohs partying, i think they have like 3 female escorts? all of them were taking turns to grind one another in the pool.. jumping into the pool with a cup of i dunno, vodka? lol of course the vodka in the cup spilled out into the pool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon they went into overdrive mode, and started making out with one another. damn lmao, the best part was, 2 of them girls actually french-kissed in front of us. we were slacking by the pool side, just chilling out when suddenly they just locked lips...... about 2m in front of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see.. 4 boys smiling widely by the pool, taking in the whole sight. first thing i did was to giggle abit. HAHAHA. its damn amusing la, to see 2 girls locking lips in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile... they changed partners. until we see till we damn sian, then we changed our view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my tan. great company. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, now i'm slowly picking up myself, getting up, going through daily routines, starting things all over again. the bestfriend has left, hopes of another romance dashed. but its okay, i'll get by slowly, day by day. one step at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6609422167906500657?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6609422167906500657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2487695540731926587</id><published>2009-06-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:04:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging for like the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first up. lemme think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went butterfactory on the 10th of june? got pretty badly wasted there. pictures on my facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... my sister had to bring me home =/ okay thats pretty much fucked up right hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin's 21st birthday on June 6 was good! caught up with alot of old friends i haven't seen in the longest time. esp colin goh man, that guy has already ORD-ed months ago, he's gonna get himself a good break holidaying, and start SMU this august i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else... actually nothing much. its been pretty boring this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh me mini kelvin and salty went to check out this place called Heaven's Loft.. 8th floor of Orchard Central, the new mall opposite Centrepoint. the mall is damn nice, its themed almost like an airport terminal probably cuz its usage of grey-ish, titanium lookalike materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's Loft is this fine-dining area, where they have a small Ben and Jerry's outlet! haha. the food was good, not bad i think. not that outstanding neither. but BnJ took our breath away; the ice cream was simply orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i returned back there to have ice cream a few days later with maddie and pris. and those 2 idiots were like, fantasising about this cook and his assistant making love in the kitchen. well thats what you get when you put 2 bored teenage girls together and waffles ice cream i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july's coming up! gonna turn 21 soon... haha. plus, pay-day, and GST rebate of $200!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOOO.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1816607634930210208</id><published>2009-06-05T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:43:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my promotion today; in fact it took effect yesterday only that i didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm a 3rd Sergeant now. a section commander. no more Corporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERGEANT SO WHAT SIA I'M STILL THE MAN IN THE WHOLE BRANCH. no men under me to give orders =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its supposed to be a happy thing but.. well. more arrows and sai kangs no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only comfort is the pay increment :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1816607634930210208?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1816607634930210208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1816607634930210208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1816607634930210208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1816607634930210208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-my-promotion-today-in-fact-it.html' 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interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSec1aEBNWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSec1aEBNWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song was already a smashing hit when sung originally by Def Leppard. when Taylor Swift sang it the song got even nicer LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original video below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMZ86qxPdTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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stood up and went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH ERIC AH, WHAT YOU DOING AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err sir.. nothing la. nothing to do leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING TO DO? WA FUCKSPIDER... LIKE THAT WE MUST FIND SOMETHING... (stood up and he walks around, looking around..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir, do what ah? now only 2plus 3pm sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO WHAT..... NEVER MIND, COME, FOLLOW ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? sir, go where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME I BRING YOU GO DRINK BARLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went with him... walk walk walk.. entered the mess. ask me to sit down. went out to talk to the uncle there. came back, grinning widely.. WTH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle came back with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ice-ed chilled mugs and 2 cans of TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEFUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! first time i drink in uniform.. drink in camp.. drink with my warrant. HAHAHA WTF WTH MAN. LIM BET YOU CANT DO THAT EH HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after downing the 1st can.. he ordered 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after finally managed to finished the 2nd one.. i was feeling damn hot and red. HAHA. he went on to order 2 more cans -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid that i would get kinda tipsy, and i'm not used to the drinking in the afternoon (unless its at sentosa with like 53 bikini babes around me) so i told him i don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he downed his 4th can. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its damn funny now to think of it, i actually drank in camp? i'm not even a 2LT man hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5661418120302336823?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5661418120302336823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5661418120302336823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5661418120302336823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5661418120302336823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-9143146228670984743</id><published>2009-06-01T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:17:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for a time-out. time to stop pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you used to be my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-9143146228670984743?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/9143146228670984743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=9143146228670984743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9143146228670984743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9143146228670984743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-time-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6978305403309152657</id><published>2009-06-01T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:24:07.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we didn't manage to get into butterfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniwong and jason are LATE thats why! stupid assholes... argh. the queue was damn long by the time we reached there. then when mini and jason reach... i think can forget about queueing up liao hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuture by that time comfirmed is packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS is closed down a LONG time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk... nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBL O.. the crowd sucks lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel.. full of NSFs =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIRCA. not yet 21 =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we went to Arena. well its my 2nd time there so its okay la.. live band and stuffs, what can you expect? haha. crowd was... okay ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this clubbing outing might end up abit.. disastrous, not the way we wanted BUTTTTT there's still a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SiO5oRKXzPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezp-k_vtYQI/s1600-h/31052009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SiO5oRKXzPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezp-k_vtYQI/s400/31052009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342317684444351730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol too bad mini and jason wasn't in the picture. HEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6978305403309152657?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6978305403309152657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6978305403309152657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6978305403309152657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6978305403309152657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-didnt-manage-to-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SiO5oRKXzPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezp-k_vtYQI/s72-c/31052009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2483090280169031522</id><published>2009-05-30T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:22:22.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i thought my off-day today would be sucky since most of my frens are in camp... but surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniwong and ek took off today too! HAHAHAHAHAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salty smsed me early in the morning, saying we shld go check out some aerospace companies fair at expo. well i tot i could use some outdoors since staying at home i'm probably gonna be rotting so wat the heck, just go lor. even though its at the other end of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore my berms and shirt. which.. upon reaching there.. i kinda regretted. cuz it says there "PLEASE DRESS IN APPOPRIATE ATTIRES" and i saw most people there are at least clad in a collar tee and jeans? and me.. a SHIRT AND BERMS. how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and salty went to check out the John Little expo sale and the food fair.. while waiting for EK to come from his house. ate at Burger King's. been a long time since i had fast-food man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to the exhibition area. me and EK see liao very sian. cuz we're like.. so out of place? everyone there was dressed as if they were going for business conferences and here we have a guy in a Lacoste polo tee/jeans (salty), a Cotton-on shirt/jeans (ek), and a shirt/berms (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as we were about to pangseh salty and let him recee the place himself.. a whole bunch of poly students came in. some were even dressed in berms and slippers lmao. turns out they were from NP, and they have a lecturer to bring them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salty: EH ERIC since they also in berms.. just go in la! they dont allow you, you can argue why the other people can wear berms go in wa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao so in the end.. we registered (some registration thingy) and put ourselves as NTU STUDENTS lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to do at the fair. we were hoping to see booths explaining their area of work in the aerospace sector so we could know what companies are there and roughly what kind of work we would do if we entered the aerospace sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out its like companies selling equipment, stuffs like precision materials engineering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so within 25mins we were out of the fair. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to city hall, raffles city shopping centre. salty wanted to check out river island, i wanted to check out topman. looking for short-sleeved shirts, but in the end i bought 2 basic ringer tees. pretty simple but looks nice. 2 for 18bucks mwahahaha. salty bought his plimsoles from riverisland. ek... did nothing but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK: eric.. you see the guys here.. (motions to some guys wearing tight-fitting clothings and looking abit gay) all quite metrosexual right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh.. ya i guess so you see their clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK: i also think i metrosexual leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK: cuz just now got one lady come to me with 2 shirts. then ask me whether got size for them anot. i think she think i work here leh.. wa lau i metrosexual sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that mini and kelvin came to meet us. apparently miniwong that asshole didnt answer my call for the whole afternoon, goodness who knows wth was he doing man haha. until evening. kelvin met us after his work (he's still NSF ah haven ORD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just wandered aimlessly around there since we can't decide on what movie to watch, then only me salty and ek wanted to sing kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank coffee at TCC in citylink mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home -_- me mini and kelvin went to kelvin's house there eat. HAHA. actually only i ate. mini had some dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eagerly waiting for my pay to come so i can buy new shirts. damnit i also need a new pair of jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. TOMORROW (or rather today since its 1.21am now) we're gonna hit butterfactory! like, finally man, the gang is out clubbing. but salty's leg haven fully recover.. so he can't go =(( and EK being a bitch doesnt feel like clubbing =(( so maybe benji won't come =(( ravi said he might not be free =(( THEN ONLY LEFT ME MINI KELVIN AND JASON WA LAU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2483090280169031522?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2483090280169031522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2483090280169031522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2483090280169031522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2483090280169031522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-i-thought-my-off-day-today-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-765214764611821907</id><published>2009-05-27T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:46:18.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and then, soon enough, everything came crashing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-765214764611821907?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/765214764611821907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=765214764611821907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/765214764611821907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/765214764611821907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-soon-enough-everything-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2097140825781283185</id><published>2009-05-27T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:16:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so begins... the mini "lull period" of june. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good, came back from the physio in the late afternoon. did exercises for my ankle and back. my back is aching since like... i dunno man. but its just a strain so shouldn't be that bad? but my ankle is recovering. its been ages since i've played soccer man.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night is probably gonna be zouk with the poly mates. almost 2 years since we've last clubbed together man, hope its gonna be awesome. just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, old times. good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week wed i'm gonna be getting my new uniform. no doubt it'll suck, but still. we don't have a choice. and i think im gonna be booking in in my civilian clothes... no longer my smart4. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also wednesday there's this MINDEF Pride event thing at Toa Payoh hub. i dunno wtf that is but i'm kinda arrowed to go there... my warrant officer even made me the POC (point of contact) -_- BUT HE'S THE OPOC (overall point of contact) HAHA SO HE'S GONNA BE TAKING ALL THE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas none of them live in the west, so after the event i guess im gonna be making my way home alone. hmm maybe can meet kelvin, after work at novena. if the event finished before like 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. june looks good. good to go. july.. other than my birthday (i have no idea wat to do for my 21st lol maybe sleep at home) there's nothing much not even a public holiday goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised there's this real hot mom living one storey below me. she has 2 kids, boys. but still.. she's smoking hot. wow haha. okay thats pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th june is alvinlee's 21st celebration. he booked some sort of a ballroom or something for his party. also another gathering for us sec sch mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have 2 more off-days to take. hmm. this requires meticulous planning... i.e LONG WEEKENDS! woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2097140825781283185?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2097140825781283185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2097140825781283185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2097140825781283185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2097140825781283185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5443795243821238086</id><published>2009-05-21T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:20:06.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last day of my 2 days off! haha. woke up pretty late today, cuz last night i couldn't sleep till like 3am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl dragged me out (actually its like i'm willing to be dragged out LMAO) cuz she knows i'm upset with some stuffs thats been happening. yeah. haha! oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis cuz i want to get a pair of new berms. i realised my old pair of black berms is damn baggy cuz wash too many times. plus, got white stains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE YOU GUYS THINK ANYTHING FUNNY. i got the white stains while doing my final year project, cuz of the cement thing that we used for building the airship. i squeezed the tube too hard and some of them dropped onto my pants -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENCE. it cannot be washed off. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to had lunch at bugis while she had soup. of course i had to whine and bitch to her about it. well now that i've not much people to whine and bitch to about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really a bad friend-shopper. she was going around looking for shoes, clothes, etc. and was asking me whether IS THIS SHOE NICE? IS THIS DRESS NICE? heh all i could do was like.. smile sheepishly and go... ERRRR.. I DUNNO? but when she was at the Men's section.. HEH HEH. cuz she was looking for shirts/tees to buy for her boyfriend. and just nice her boyfriend was around my height, if not taller, but of a bigger built than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my berms, she (almost) got a vest for herself, and she bought a mod polo-tee for her boyfriend calvin. looks real good, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to get singlet. i always wanted to get a singlet, like. heineiken beer? those type. HAHA. i was so skinny back then i was too embarrased to wear. but fuck it now la, NS man, no one gives a shit anyway. can wear to sentosa also! :D we actually walked all the way to beach road army market there for my singlet. just nice, calvin's slippers broke, and she bought him a replacement pair. after that she's off to boat quay to meet him, while i went home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good to have a good friend for company, even though its just the both of us, but we were talking about how fun it was back then to be in JVS/poly. the age of like being 13-19? haha. it'll be even more fun if soe and gang were with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sat is gonna be so rad. RAM's party. followed by next sat's clubbing session with mini, kelvin they all. and then next next sat's dinner, or event. alvin lee's birthday. having some GRANNNDD party in somerset hahahaha. looks like my saturday nights are gonna be much more happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. have duty tml. but i get to sleep so.. its okay? haha. okay, goodnight everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times with you fly man, they don't really last long. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5443795243821238086?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5443795243821238086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5443795243821238086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5443795243821238086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5443795243821238086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-my-2-days-off-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2176233025861605588</id><published>2009-05-21T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:25:40.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp-tKEm70oI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp-tKEm70oI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always- Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a classic from them. plus, the solo in the end was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just finished supper with soe they all. been a long time since i saw them. actually its just soe, beeping and kush. gahahhaha. the rest of them have to book in i guess. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its all over now. i mean my high key event in camp. let's see.. i spent a total of.. thurs, fri, sat, sun, mon. 5 nights in camp. lmao man. the last night was the worst one. i stayed till wednesday afternoon hahaha. when i finally got home i was like, omg man my bed...... of course i didn't dive straight into it. took a shower first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. this sat is RAM's 21st. HEH HEH. looking forward to it. plently of good company and booze, i gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. well. the coming 1 or 2 months are gonna be pretty free for me. not sure what i'm gonna do at home though, not much people to talk to or go out with. sigh. probably gonna get new strings for my guitar. pick myself up from all the mess. and carry on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i will wanna elaborate on that. its just meaningless i guess. not gonna make any difference, no? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 6th june is alvin's birthday. he booked some room at somerset there. think gonna have some grand party or some shit. gahahaha. if got live band, even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini finally woke up. he finally answered our call.... to go club! i gather it'll be the week after this. in between Ram and Alvin's birthday celebration... haha. man its good to let your hair down after all the stuffs that has happened, like my high key event in camp which practically drained me out mentally. and causing me to lose sleep at night. plus with the company of them guys... things would always turn out right =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its around 2.20am now. haha. i'm still not feeling sleepy yet. my body cycle still in day mode sia. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, miniwong is gonna have his graduation parade this friday. like, finally man, most of us are going to be sergeants. except for me, i'm still waiting for my rank to come. haha. yes, the useless soldier. =( its been a long time since i've don my battle gear and touch a rifle. goodness i think i'll exceed the time given if i were to strip a rifle now. LOL. not to mention GPMG... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my physical fitness is like... going down. after all, with all the on-going events in camp, i didn't have time to hit the gym, and jog. went for a jog just now at 5pm. punctured liao la. run abit cmi liao. i think i ran only like.. 2.5km? no.. i think got close to 2.8km. then all the pain come in. stitches. ankle. this that. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to get fit again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2176233025861605588?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2176233025861605588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2176233025861605588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2176233025861605588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2176233025861605588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-bon-jovi-classic-from-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1120895123520563134</id><published>2009-05-19T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:50:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not slept for the past 20 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been away from home for the past 17 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell! finally the high key in camp has been over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY TOMORROW AND THURSDAY I NO NEED GO BACK REPORT CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT COMFIRM DIE OF FATIGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wished i wasn't the bestfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1120895123520563134?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1120895123520563134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1120895123520563134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1120895123520563134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1120895123520563134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-not-slept-for-past-20-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1806640635714702895</id><published>2009-05-18T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:59:34.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol soe got posted to medic camp at nee soon. HAHA. medic spec is stay-out vocation.. good.. BUT the training sucks like anything. cuz have to poke yourself with the needles. lmao good luck soe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on i'm having my last night shift. actually i heard that they could end everything by 12am, so the night shift people no need to head back camp. but my sergeant just smsed me to come back later on -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having staying awake for the past 4 nights i think my body has somehow been pulled in all directions. imagine spending the night sitting in front of the computer and working. when you should be sleeping! of course i'm now very skilled in sneaking out and finding a nice place along the road to sip a cup of hot tea. its also good, i have time to recollect my thoughts, think about stuffs, enjoy the really chilling morning air. but thank god everything is gonna end soon. my life is gonna revert back to the normal working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting my off-in-lieu. in fact not just 1 but i think i'll have... like 5? haha. and for the next few days i'll expect most of my bosses to take leave/off days. which means when they're not here... we can knock off early! oh well. even though most of my frens are in camp. i won't have much frens to go out with unless its on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of weekend.. this coming weekend is RAM's 21st! actually his birthday long over liao but he just wanna party the night away. how nice of him to put the party after all the nonsense in camp! HAHHAHAHA. i pray i don't get wasted that night. somehow i feel i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it. i don't have a very interesting life, so, you can always hit the porn site if you find this site boring. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1806640635714702895?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1806640635714702895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1806640635714702895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1806640635714702895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1806640635714702895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol-soe-got-posted-to-medic-camp-at-nee.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5277850154637934229</id><published>2009-05-15T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:17:16.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, or rather last night was the first night of my shift. its started at 8pm and lasted all the way till this morning's 8am. i'm extremely not used to staying up the whole night and of course my sinus doesn't make things any better. i even got messed up about the dates. like, its supposed to be 15th may morning but i thought it was like, 16th may morning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tiring yes, when i got home i took a bathe and slept all the way till 3 30pm. haha. i hope the whole thing ends earlier so we could get more rest. plus, getting stuck in camp in the wee hours, with no one to talk to except the NS Men and my warrant officers isn't exactly a good feeling. but still i get to hear the experiences of the NS Men and hear about life in the army back in the old days. this particular guy, a Commando, tells me about how tough life was back then. no such thing as welfare, and the instuctors basically treated them like dogs. everything was mostly mental torture, physical torture was only the beginning as their body got used to the tough load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about university and stuffs. he majored in EEE back in his uni days but it was at australia. he said EEE is quite a tough subject to study as there was alot of shit to cover, but back then engineering was highly sought after. also, you could register with the Professional Board of Engineers (i think?) hence its more of a "professional engineering" kinda stuff. well. i dunno but i sure am looking forward to ORD and getting on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that.. well nothing much been happening man. i'm still feeling a huge tinge of regret over some stuffs. some stuffs that i told myself can't be happening. but it still happened anyway. i've been such an idiot, for far too long. been indecisive on some matters in my life, but this.. i didn't know how this painful could be. been suffocating under words of sorrow and keeping it in my heart for far too long. tearing every piece of me apart. its killing me already. but, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touchstone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal&lt;br /&gt;in folly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As You Like It, ACT II, Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5277850154637934229?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5277850154637934229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5277850154637934229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5277850154637934229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5277850154637934229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-or-rather-last-night-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6480363102726924037</id><published>2009-05-13T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:33:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few days and weeks have been torturing for me. been busy in camp, doing all the shit work, all the last minute changes from Boss, all the fucking meetings those officers are having, and in the end all the shit i've to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always like, after we, the specs, did so much work and put in so many effort, then they decide to OKAY LET'S CHANGE THIS. and there goes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well its gonna end next tuesday anyway. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tml onwards i've to take shift duties. cuz everything is gonna go running for 24 hours, hence someone must be in camp to oversee. so heng (or suay) i kena the 8pm-8am slot. the NIGHT shift. HAHAHAHA. its like, i go home, sleep, wake up at like 3, 4pm and get 3 hours to do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and book back in at 7 45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..... at least i'll get to get my off. and use them WISELY during june and july hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks have been quite okay. as in, my weekends are not that wasted. i caught 2 movies i think.. wolverine with soe they all. and horsemen with miniwong kelvin they all.. wolverine was of course nice! plently of actions. and made me understand X-MEN more.&lt;br /&gt;horsemen was... alright i guess...? zhang ziyi speaking in english. haha! but the ending was really, i mean, like DAMN abrupt. like you are running and suddenly you ran into a wall. go catch them, if you wanna know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get my sergeant rank soon.. even though i will have more sai kang to do, and i have NO MEN under me... but at least the thought of the pay increment.. kinda comfort me. HAHA. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was mother's day! i went out for ice cream with madeleine and pris HAHAHAHA. always so nice to hang out with both of them. even though while waiting for that maddie i spend an hour plus reading the newspaper 3times. oh well, women. you HAVE to wait. the only person i have waited for more than an hour was miniwong. I WAITED FOR THAT FUCKER FOR 2+ HOURS BACK IN SP LMAO DAMNIT. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SgroCxCl9uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eH0UldbU_ws/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SgroCxCl9uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eH0UldbU_ws/s400/DSC00990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335331842795370210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 3 most retarded people in the world. especially the one with her tongue out. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6480363102726924037?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6480363102726924037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6480363102726924037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6480363102726924037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6480363102726924037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-few-days-and-weeks-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SgroCxCl9uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eH0UldbU_ws/s72-c/DSC00990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-9095048935930726720</id><published>2009-05-06T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:10:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man this is damn depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole load of shit work. funny thing is i hate staying inside an aircon room for too long. partly because i can't adapt well to cold environment. my nose will get runny after sometime. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm strained man, physically and mentally and emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-9095048935930726720?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/9095048935930726720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=9095048935930726720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9095048935930726720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/9095048935930726720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-this-is-damn-depressing.html' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're lucky we needn't fight in any wars man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunslinger- Avenged Sevenfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-971184776496660786?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/971184776496660786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=971184776496660786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/971184776496660786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/971184776496660786'/><link rel='alternate' 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myself also dunno why, we were left with eric seo, soe, soe's brother and his frens. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my first time at double o too, so it was quite a new experience for me. the setting was not bad.. just that.. it looked like an army of mats invaded the place =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went in. 30bucks for the entry though. it stated $15 THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT FOR LADIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. pays to be a lady man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went in, and ordered some shots for ourselves. somehow i was brainwashed by soe to down the shots. man WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 3 tequila shots... and the one deadly Barcadi 151 shot.. i was into what i call the "Cannot Make It" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body felt extremely hot. my head started to spin around. real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent drunk so much or had such powerful shots in months man.. really man. that night my whole head was just spinning around. i'm amazed how i can help soe carry his drunk brother onto the cab, pay the cab uncle exact taxi fare, made my way up back home and bathe and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bathing i went to sit on the sofa, it was about 4am, afterwhich i went to lie on my bed. when i opened my eyes it was already 8am O_O i didn't know 4 hours passed by in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a real bad sore throat man. i went to piss and sleep till about 10am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn that was one crazy ass night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i hit the club, saturday for me was a SUNNNY day. hit the beach at sentosa with soe, kush and khine soe. the sun was super super mercilessly hot. well at least i got my tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dared me to go up to this lone angmoh girl who was sun-tanning by herself about 5m away from us. just to say HI, they claimed. go eric, go. if not don't come back you fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do.. and it was damn damn depressing. cuz after saying hi to her, i asked her where's she from. her first reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you have a bet with your frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt as if she just slapped me across the face with her WELCOME TO TIOMAN ISLAND towel. it was so damn depressing man. but nevertheless i got to know she was from Ukraine. and that she actually lives here. but of course i never got to know how to pronounce her name properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went home, i got back my webcam from soe. it was about 7pm when i got home. i changed and went out to meet madeleine! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her and her fren priscilla at bugis. madeleine has something BIG going on later that night but well i can't say it out. so we 2 go accompany her and went to Haji Lane for some sheesha. madeleine is such an ass i tell you she one day never diss me/make me depress she backside itchy. as for pris.. she's nicer. at least she doesn't diss me as much. but still she does that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with madeleine always make me so happy. even though she's such an ass. me love you nong time! HAHAHAHHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to meet soe for double o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course this morning i woke up with a damn terrible headache. damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3822029011629337573?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3822029011629337573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3822029011629337573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3822029011629337573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3822029011629337573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-reminded-again-of-how-bad-my-hold-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5271615268618539553</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:45:09.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 3 days have been exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, last saturday i went to simlim square to buy my new com. actually, the spare parts. then i went to fix them up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asus P5Q SE Plus motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;Intel Core2Quad Q9550 cpu.&lt;br /&gt;Kingston RAM 2GB. (forgot the bitrate and cache liao)&lt;br /&gt;HIS HD4870 1GB ICEQ4 + TURBO graphics card.&lt;br /&gt;Seagate 320GB HDD.&lt;br /&gt;Gigabyte 720W psu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then total.. 1.2k+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blew most of my HARD-EARNED army savings on this machine. HAHAHAA. and the gameplay now is SOOOOOOO smooth i run GTA4 on mostly MEDIUM and HIGH. i tried HIGH and VERY HIGH but it still doesnt run THAT smooth so.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yesterday night... my dad opened the letter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in it, was a letter from NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather thin. well, here comes the rejection letter, i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened it up and the first word greeted me with a jolt: CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? I'M ACCEPTED INTO NTU'S ELECTRICAL AND ELECTRONICS ENGINEERING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so shell-shocked i just held the letter and read it over and over and over again. needless to say my folks and sister were happy. my mom was overjoyed. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have never thought i stand a high chance. my GPA was 3.29, which was not here not there that kinda result.. i don't have CCA (FYI i only have 8pts during my poly years cuz its for a COMPULSORY talk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, WOW. i can't believe it. i'm entering a university after my ORD. mom asked me to appeal for the aerospace course. of course the chances of getting in THAT course is even lower than before cuz its quite a highly sought-after course. only advantage i have is my aerospace diploma background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today my warrant was telling us this story. damn cock sia he! its rather explicit so.. please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the warrant (an indian) was asking my fren, the sergeant(also an indian), to do something. then they talk talk talk then he asked him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: OI, YOU GOT GIRLFRIEND ANOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  no la encik.. no girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: WA! how come no girlfriend?! you tell me you how old liao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: haha encik dont make fun la.. i 22 this year encik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: kunji! (its dick in tamil) cheebye sia you 22? i tell you that time i 19 i already lost my virginity liao! the 19 years old that time i was first time i experienced sex sia! knn you like what 22 still nothing you kunji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: really encik? (all of us now listening to him) hahaha what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: that time i 19 years old ma then.. then we go taiwan. with the army. so we after the exercise in the hotel resting during the RnR. then my frens my 2 frens they all had sex infront of me sia i look lor.. wa that time they do that (does the humping ass movement) wa cheebye first time i see sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: you know ah that time me and 2 other buddies staying in the room ma.. then last time all the hookers they go around knock knock on ppl door ask them wanna fuck anot that kind of thing.. so we 3 of us we just staying inside the room then suddenly got knocking. we go open the door then got these 2 chinese ladies outside then they walk in. you know la we all 3 ah nehs where got understand chinese? dunno what the fuck they all saying only know they keep like wanting to fuck us that kind of thing.. they dress like so sexy somemore sia.. so we all of us take out all our money then total add up got about NT800. so i that time young then dunno anything about sex ma.. last time 19 where got know so much about sex one alamak.. kunji.. then my 2 frens go fuck them lor.. each person NT400.. infront of me somemore haha. wa first time i see sex sia they just keep pumping and the sound shiok sia! so thats how i experienced sex for the first time sia damn shiok sia i tell you. damn shiok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all just kept laughing ahhaahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is... he just SAW his army buddies having sex. what about him?! HAHAHAAHA man my warrant officer SURE is a funny guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5271615268618539553?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5271615268618539553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5271615268618539553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5271615268618539553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5271615268618539553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-434414661614854143</id><published>2009-04-09T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:11:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been about 4 weeks since i got posted to my current vocation in military intel. well work was alright there, i mean come on man its not outfield everyday. haha. can't expect much, its already good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is still abit loose and when i squat; stretch or jog long distances the strain will act up. i tried jogging the 2.4km route but i gave up after the first 2.0 km stretch. after wearing my ankle support i think it felt better. and i managed to complete the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well every monday wed and friday i have to go for running. actually its not neccessary, you just have to turn up earlier at around 7 20am instead of 8am and change to your PT attire. after that you can run, gym, play soccer, basketball or whatever. just to sweat it out. thing is, i've got 3 frens who play soccer there. lim, soe and htein. lim is an OOC over at Echo coy and well.. he pretty much can't get to play soccer. HAHA. soe... will always be sleeping at that time. and htein has just came back from taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the past 4 weeks.. been hitting the gym ALONE. most of my lunch breaks were ALONE too. cuz i prefer late lunch. and strangely all my sergeant frens skip lunch..... to sleep. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was from BMTC 1 Jaguar company when i was a recruit. BSLC Juilet company when i was a private (or SCT). and ASLC Charlie company when i was doing my sergeant stint. when i dropped out of course due to my ankle. and the low interest. can you imagine everyday just outfield? that would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. now that i'm having the 8-530 life. time to fix a new com. this saturday! finally..... well at least i'll be able to play GTA 4 and mow innocent people down. hawhawhaw KUA KUA KUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know my life is so boring and aimless I NEED TO GET BACK TO SCHOOL SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent changed my guitar strings in months. i think its almost a year. =/ my poor les paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-434414661614854143?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4786014922756951238</id><published>2009-03-29T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:47:50.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sc81IV770_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XLo4bTOeDwE/s1600-h/soe+21+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/Sc81IV770_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XLo4bTOeDwE/s400/soe+21+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528102391600114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st birthday soe! although his birthday was on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeping had all of us throw a surprise dinner for him at cafe iguana on the 27th friday night! cuz apparently soe's gonna treat his family to dinner on the 28th that night. his so-called "tradition dinner". poor dude, there's his parents, his 3 brothers, their 2 gfs, his 1 sis-in-law and niece. plus himself. 10 people total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all the nice people, (from left in pic) jasmine ho, beeping, soe, me, kush, alvin, hafiz and stella! too bad htein couldn't make it; he's busy training in taiwan. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4786014922756951238?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4786014922756951238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-8781678340804659407</id><published>2009-03-18T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:30:46.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can't have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're complaining about the army. how it takes so much of your civilian time. you have to stay-in. sleep with your buddies. sleep in the jungle. shit in the open fields. take cold showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the training. so tough. all the stupid chiong sua. field camps/exercises. physical and combat body conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, you find yourself plonked on a chair, facing the monitor. beside you, some stacks of papers awaiting you to sort them out. you need to prepare some documents for the briefing, powerpoint slides for the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird... the tough times you've spend with your buddies. the bond that has been created amongst the section. and the times that all of us were kena fucked like dogs. and the many achievements we've gained. the body conditioning that was so fucked up that in the end we realised we're fucked up without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a special kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes time to revert to a normal 8-5 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i can manage that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-8781678340804659407?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/8781678340804659407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=8781678340804659407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i fell sick since i enlisted was 2 weeks ago. that's about 5+, 6 months with me staying healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bunk's on the fourth floor. everyday climb staircase. by the time i reach the 3rd level i'm panting a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been jogging for almost 3-4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been doing Charlie's infamous 21BX (21 basic exercises) in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stamina is decreasing madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i could do 12 pull ups easily, now i have problems reaching 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushups used to be a daily routine. now do 25 only, arms start to shout ACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC was my favourite playground. now i can't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well OOC has its good and bad..... time to visit the chin-up bars again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1727902219178703299</id><published>2009-03-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:10:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh oh my, its already 6th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well.. so what's happening? okay i can safely say nothing much has been happening... i mean in my life. its just, national service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i'm reminded of what soe just said a few days back.. we were slacking in the company office (OOPS) and he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric did you realised what the army has done? can you like remember what you were doing before you enlisted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: of course can la.. i was working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya la, i mean thats the general idea.. you were working. but did you like remember any events or any outings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i could only remember roughly what i was doing, and not exactly any special days or whatsoever. i was working... till august. then i slacked at home... before i knew it in sept i was enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE BEEN BRAINWASHED =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway nonsense aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i OOC-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning, i'm "out-of-course".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i'll not be participating in anymore trainings until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which basically means i'm going to do sai kangs.. admin work.. paper work. until i get my new posting to another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i sprained my right ankle... like 3 times. goddamnit. i can't even play soccer now. hell, i can't even run now. running for more than 100m i'm already feeling the strain in my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sprained it during field camp.... then SOC.. then the 28km route march...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful. then come to ASLC Charlie then OOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friends will get their sergeant ranks much faster than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it doesn't matter now. as long as i've done my duty as a soldier. i'm still combat-fit though.. but the physiotherapist said my ankle is still weak. i can't stand on one leg on my bad ankle for more than 10s without any support. normal people can stand on one leg with their eyes closed for 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so.. let's just get this ankle recovered first. and hopefully i won't get recourse back into ASLC. it really SUCKS to be in the infantry... the jungle will be your second home. the ants and spiders will be your sleeping buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting your camo... gives your face a whole new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend i finally got the chance to meet up with my poly frens. kelvin, ek, salty and yian hong! hahahaha. had dinner, and slacked around in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the old times... after school (doesn't matter if we skipped or caught the lectures!) usually we'll head out, maybe town, or somewhere else to chill.. shop around. eat. sing kbox. play pool. go for gym! and how can we forget... checking out hot/cute babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh. the freedom we had. although we were not getting any allowance (other than from our parents and sometimes part-time jobs) and not having full time job, nevertheless we had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats youth. teenage. childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. EK went to taiwan for training. kelvin is attached to the police force. salty is still in tekong training. yian hong is also attached to the police force. miniwong is posted to artillery. TYY is in police coast guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our future 2LT! jason! in air force..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in ASLC. and OOC somemore. LOL PAISEH SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. less than 1.5 years to go. or around there. im sure time will pass by fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1727902219178703299?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1727902219178703299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1727902219178703299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1727902219178703299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1727902219178703299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhh-oh-my-its-already-6th-march.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4928259581894275251</id><published>2009-02-16T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:59:09.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cuz she's leaving on a jet plane, don't know when she'll be back again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger- The Cranberries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4928259581894275251?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4928259581894275251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4928259581894275251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4928259581894275251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4928259581894275251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuz-shes-leaving-on-jet-plane-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3396454865524052859</id><published>2009-02-15T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:01:49.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KENA ASLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE COMPANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I JUST LANDED IN THE DEEPEST SHITHOLE YOU CAN EVER FIND. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1603806712779931769</id><published>2009-02-08T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:25:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its gonna be my last book in later into SISPEC camp. my last week staying at juilet company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 8 weeks flew by very fast. my bunkmates are all very nice, easy-going, even though sometimes there might be little disagreements here and there but things still worked out eventually later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence we have not much time to get to know one another better. but one thing's for sure, we've been through hell and shit together. yeah total shit. shit thats so bad you wished you weren't stuck in that shit hole. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. last week. let's enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i won't kena posted to ASLC... now thats worse than shit and hell all jumbled up together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1603806712779931769?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1603806712779931769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1603806712779931769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1603806712779931769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1603806712779931769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-gonna-be-my-last-book-in-later-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-4007803118374987117</id><published>2009-01-31T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:20:09.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the longest week ever, it had to be the week before chinese new year. damnit man, we're all like having 5 hours of sleep each day. plus, not to mention the stupid navigation exercises we had to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally realized. field camp was still alright... it was navigation that almost killed us. imagine having to trash through the jungles.. and the forest.. okay. remember those days back in secondary school where we had our cross-country runs at macritchie reservoir? and beside the tracks that we ran, all you see were bushes and trees and bushes and more trees and plants and vegetation.... that's our playground for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't use parangs to bash through cuz its THE PROPERTY OF THE NE PARKS. or so i was told. so with our bare hands (actually we wore gloves to protect our palms), a compass, a map, a pacer and a protractor, in we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think in the day was bad enough... at night it was totally horrible. the first night, we had our sergeant bring us aroud the area. in the end, we got ourselves stuck in the swamps. the fucking swamps! wth man....! even our sergeant was cursing and swearing (partly at us, cuz we did the navigation as we had to learn). when we eventually got out, our boots+lower part of our pants were stained with mud. i pity the bus-driver cuz he had to clean up after we kinda stained his bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention we had to lug this 11 kg signal set around.. of course each of us took turns to carry it. walking on the track with that on our backs was no big feat but having to climb slopes and knolls (small hills) definitely got us panting and cursing and swearing. OH i dunno if this's superstitious but cursing and swearing in the jungles will get you nowhere.. haha! my sergeant told us to respect the nature. i didn't curse that much but when we navigate on our own for the 2nd time, we were pretty much blessed with easy checkpoints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its gonna be more trainings and trainings till Valentine's Day, which coincidentally is our graduation day. after that we'll get our postings. whether its gonna be Armour, Artillery, Signals, Infantry (the much dreaded ASLC- even more outfields! yucks!), Guards and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty fucked up. as we had our navigation till the night yesterday, it was too late for us to book out. so we booked out this morning at 6am. and later i'm gonna book in at 9. its really WHAT THE FUCK in caps locks. we have something on tml (can't really dish out all our training details) thus the fucked up booking in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far. SISPEC has taught me alot of military things. things i thought looked easy but its actually hard when you get down to it. and fun things. weapons. this. that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, my blog posts now are filled with super-boring army stuffs and stories. my weekends are usually confined to 2 days, sats and sundays. that sucks. i sleep at home. trying to be like a PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH chinese new year just passed. HUAT AH! i had a good rest for the 4 days. went to visit my elders and relatives. but its only my dad's side as i can't take overseas leave to go malayis to visit my mom's side. angpow-wise, i'm foreseeing a decline due to the reccession. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well. at least i get to eat GOOD food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to fix myself a new computer soon. cuz my current one is almost 4 years old. i can't play games for shit. i'm stuck with old games. =( but its kind of a dilemma as i'm in camp hence i don't use the com really often. i'm looking at how it goes, after i get posted to a unit then i'll see if there's reasonable time to use the com. my current com seems stable now. but actually i've changed alot of spare parts inside. damn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a new handphone... if my own piggy bank can afford. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. february is just around the corner. its quite fast, from the day i entered SISPEC on 22nd december. and i got to know my section mates. wacky bunch of people. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna be sleep-deprived for the next 2 weeks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to prepare for booking-in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-4007803118374987117?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/4007803118374987117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=4007803118374987117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4007803118374987117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/4007803118374987117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-longest-week-ever-it-had-to-be-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-6114595985615835992</id><published>2009-01-17T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:02:58.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from my 4 days field camp. rather interesting, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sergeant's pretty fucked up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to our BMT's field camp, SISPEC field camp might be more of a, say, holiday boot camp. while in BMT's one we're being fucked upside down, left right, in any hole they can find, in SISPEC's field camp life isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't kena the section commander or the section 2IC. life won't be peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those 2 appointments are just the ones i kena -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so all these rubbish aside, the field camp wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is my 5th week in SISPEC's BSLC course. so far, so good. my bunkmates are easy to get along. been lying low for the past few weeks. just so that i won't kena anymore appointments HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i have guard duty to perform before CNY. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sprained my ankle on the last day of field camp. that sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life here is very much fast-paced; sometimes without knowing it, its time for lunch. then after awhile, its dinner-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder to myself, why am i stuck in SISPEC. haha. its like, BMT is so much more interesting and fun? maybe its the bonding we had back then, where we all got fucked together and endured all the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in SISPEC all those punishments are pretty much rare as they expect us to behave like future commanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to recall my early NS life, i'm pretty much sure that i'll talk about my life as a recruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! blogging now has been very, military-based? weekends lately has been confined to coming home on saturday mornings and washing clothes+taking naps. besides with a sprained ankle, which has largely healed, i'm supposed to rest more as i'm having navigation lessons next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH see anything i type or blog HAS to relate to the army. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is around the corner. hopefully for the chinese calender 2009 will be a better year? even though with all these shit about fucked-up economy.... people are saying things aren't going to change for the better in the near future so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGN ON WITH THE SAF LOR! IRON BOWL RICE LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. goodnight guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-6114595985615835992?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/6114595985615835992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=6114595985615835992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6114595985615835992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/6114595985615835992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-my-4-days-field-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2540784101279544334</id><published>2009-01-01T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:01:33.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2009 now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the economy sucks. i'm not sure if its a blessing in disguise, but i find myself lucky to have a "iron bowl rice" for the next 1 year and 9months or so? yes, the SAF is gonna be paying me my pay for the next phase of my army life. so its sort of like a secure job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless i do some stunt and get myself into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of 2009. i woke up have breakfast blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, i'm gonna be booking in later! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully 2009 is gonna be better. i don't know for you, but 2008 hasn't been a pleasant year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st quarter of 08. i was wrapping up my studies at Singapore Polytechnic. obtained the best GPA of my 6 semesters in SP. but overall GPA might or might not get me into a university. that's okay, i can still go to work. (but given the economy now.. not looking good for the next 2 years or so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found my first office job in pricewaterhousecoopers. a very nice working environment with nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended my first graduation ceremony. lol. i graduated twice, once from secondary sch and once from poly but the secondary school's ceremony was LIKE SHIT ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd quarter.. hmm. was mostly work. and went for a holiday with mini, kelvin, ek and benji to tioman island where SOMETHING STUPID happened heh heh i guess only the few of us know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met this amazing girl from work. was nothing like before. unfortunately she's leaving overseas. i wish her all the best. she's a strong girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd quarter. enlistment into national service! this was the most memorable part of 2008 as my life was turned upside down and inside out. i had to change from being a civilian who had almost total freedom in whatever he does to a soldier who had to take commands from the top and train physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i trained and served with some of the best guys from BMTC 1 J Coy Platoon 1 Section 3 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th quarter. HELL YEAH NO MORE P-PLATE! lol. but i've no car at home =( also i was posted to a unit called SISPEC where we trained to be the backbone of the SAF by becoming a Specialist of the rank 3RD SGT blah blah blah...... and the bottom line is that our training just got tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much sums up 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there were many times of unhappiness and moments of despair but luckily i've pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. hopefully 2009 will be a better year and everyone stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PARTY ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2540784101279544334?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2540784101279544334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2540784101279544334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2540784101279544334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2540784101279544334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-guys-its-2009-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-2650361951733504699</id><published>2008-12-28T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:48:44.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVchAWVBgNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YOU61Do8UnQ/s1600-h/IMG_233531232313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVchAWVBgNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YOU61Do8UnQ/s400/IMG_233531232313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728977620041938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVcg1w4Z5PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8FzkWI0Hi_A/s1600-h/IMG_2337121212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVcg1w4Z5PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8FzkWI0Hi_A/s400/IMG_2337121212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728795769201906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVcgq4n5AeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ccetjdyVu-s/s1600-h/IMG_23361111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVcgq4n5AeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ccetjdyVu-s/s400/IMG_23361111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728608868860386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check out the filling OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma just came over with popiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg you know its like after weeks of being in camp its orgasmic to taste home-made popiah again. unlike those sold outside, the one my grandma made is MUCH MORE NICER. plus, i get to add extra ingredients =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History of popiah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popiah is of southeastern Chinese origins,      originating in the Fujian province. It is derived from the      spring roll which was eaten during spring when there was an      abundance of vegetables. The Chinese diaspora has spawned      variants of the roll throughout Asia, intermingling ingredients      from the local culture resulting in such likes as the Nonya      version of the popiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the one i ate is the nonya version. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-2650361951733504699?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/2650361951733504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=2650361951733504699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2650361951733504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/2650361951733504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-out-filling-omggggggggggggggg-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SVchAWVBgNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YOU61Do8UnQ/s72-c/IMG_233531232313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7623474869767085565</id><published>2008-12-28T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:43:44.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i still can't get really used to SISPEC man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the most screwed up thing about my company, Juilet, is of course, the funny name. i mean, you're supposed to sound maybe fierce in the army.. so when people ask for your company and they go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECHO COMPANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALPHA COMPANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juilet company........................... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, SISPEC is definitely different from life as a recruit in BMTC. most significant difference is that we can book-in and out in our civilian clothing and bags. so there's no need to wear our no.4 uniform, polish our boots nicely and carry that bulky field pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're not treating us like recruits anymore, not fucking us upside down, treating us like dogs and barking at us constantly like in BMTC. in fact now most of us have appointments that require some degree (usually not very big la) of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, like in a real army, every section has its own "specialist", for example a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squad_automatic_weapon"&gt;SAW&lt;/a&gt; gunner, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M203_grenade_launcher"&gt;M203 gunner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i was appointed the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M203_grenade_launcher"&gt;M203 gunner&lt;/a&gt;. -_- shucks. beats being the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squad_automatic_weapon"&gt;SAW&lt;/a&gt; gunner though heh heh... that gotta suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning.. a very interesting scenario unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up, washed up, and prepared to go down fall in when my sergeant yelled for everyone to fall in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt: OI JUILET COMPANY! NOW WHAT TIME ALREADY! FALL IN NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone scuttles around, rushes downstairs, those already downstairs were yelling for the rest to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone falls in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, LOOK AT THE TIME NOW. ITS 05 50. FALL IN SHOULD BE 05 45. LATE 5MINS RIGHT? NEVER MIND, I SHALL PUNISH THE ICs FIRST. WHOLE LOT KNOCK IT DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the ICs (i.e the trainees that are appointed as the ICs) go into pumping position, us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the ICs did 5 pumpings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY EVERYONE, DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the rest of us did another 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOLE LOT RECOVER! FASTER, FALL IN INTO YOUR PLATOON LEVEL AND WE CAN START THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the while my sgt was like talking in a normal manner and not really screaming at us. damn LOL la, if this was in BMTC i think it'll be like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical morning in Jaguar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI JAGUAR COMPANY! WHAT TIME ALREADY! BETTER GET DOWN THIS INSTANCE! I GIVE YOU ALL 1, NO, 45 SECONDS TO COME DOWN NOW! *mutters cheebye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone dashes down immediately. those who were already downstairs were in pumping positions. everyone gets into pumping positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY JAGUAR. YOU GUYS THINK YOU BIG FUCK ALREADY RIGHT? 3 MORE WEEKS TO POP BIG FUCK AH? CAN FALL IN LATE AH? NVM, ALL DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone lan lan, did push-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MIND, ALL DON'T WANT SHOUT OUT TIMINGS RIGHT? START FROM ZERO! DOWN! DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more lan lan, re-do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL, CANNOT DO TOGETHER IS IT? WHOLE LOT CRUNCHES POSITIONS, CHANGE! *mutters cheebye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*changes to crunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! SLOPPY MOVEMENT! YOU ALL DON'T FUCKING MOVE YOUR BUTT RIGHT? SIMPLE, WHOLE LOT PUMPING POSITIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone changes double time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN! DOWN! NEVER MIND CRUNCHES POSITION CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time i can imagine the sergeant's face, damn pissed off and angry LOL. its normal la, they just fuck us upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. those days in Jaguar. training with my platoon. the good people from platoon1. i miss those days already. HAHA. well, gotta move on, and learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. a week has passed. so far, i'm just getting to know my bunkmates hopefully won't kena the ASLC course. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more weeks and we'll be through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7623474869767085565?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7623474869767085565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7623474869767085565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7623474869767085565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7623474869767085565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-still-cant-get-really-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1277414247689978211</id><published>2008-12-21T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:03:22.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml i'm booking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a new camp. its weird cuz i've enjoyed 10 days of utmost freedom, wearing whatever i want, going wherever i want, waking up whenever i want, doing whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the hot shower! one of the must-have household appliance omg that i'm gonna miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done during the last 10 days. hmm. i've hung out with my mom and sis. i bought a new polo tee from river island. i went to sentosa. twice. yes thats pretty stupid don't ask me why. i went to visit my little cousin who just came back from hongkong. i went to give thanks at a temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly. i slept alot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, 10 days of freedom. its all we've got. its not much, but we cannot ask for more. screwed thing is,  we're just getting used to our freedom then we've to report to our new unit again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its gonna be trainings after trainings now, only more intensive and our commanders are not like the ones in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the blog post is getting boring. oh how my life is turning boring too. gahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1277414247689978211?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1277414247689978211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1277414247689978211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1277414247689978211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1277414247689978211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/tml-im-booking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5728973489314645174</id><published>2008-12-19T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:41:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm posted to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_of_Infantry_Specialists"&gt;SISPEC. school of infantry specialist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, suffer in silence plus extra confinement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. its gonna be 8 weeks in camp now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT LUCKILY ITS DAMN NEAR MY HOUSE. no more 2,3 hours of travelling like my BMT days. all the way from the west to the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my buddy, who lives in chai chee, kena OCS which is officer cadet school, has to travel all the way to the west. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO GETS THE LAST LAUGH NOW. sucker. ahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, army is starting for me all over again. after 8 days of rest. have to report back to the new camp this monday. wonder how SISPEC life is gonna be like. not easy. and have to make new frens, train with them, stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least i'm not a recruit now =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5728973489314645174?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5728973489314645174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5728973489314645174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5728973489314645174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5728973489314645174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-posted-to-sispec.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-5942751869420662741</id><published>2008-12-15T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:59:00.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imeem.com/gunsnroses/music/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUXggFmL1EI/AAAAAAAAADw/7F7iR21jCPg/s400/gnr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279872980024546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erm, yeah so its been about 15 years in the making of their new album Chinese Democracy. what's so good about it? no doubt i'm quite a fan of them (them refers to when Axl Izzy Slash Duff Steven were still in the fucking band) but now only Axl is left in the band. rofl man, i actually start listening to them when they broke up, i'm ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so click on the banner above to listen to their songs online! its still good. but i still like the old one haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dude cracked me up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXxvsShaAoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXxvsShaAoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't that bad in this video though.. BUT his turbo apparently kicks in at around 2:40... just like how you revv your Honda Civic and at like 5,500 rpm you feel a SURGE and the car just rockets forward. 2:40 is GODLIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_I-LCM-VYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_I-LCM-VYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shit lagi funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JpuNUa3TwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JpuNUa3TwM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow look at the time now. its 12.52 on my clock. at this time i'll be going for lunch at the cookhouse with my buddies.. haha. yes, suddenly i'm back in civilian life, no more regimental stuffs and marching. though it feels awesome i still feel abit sad as those days are all over. days of being a recruit with everyone. pretty soon its phase 2 of national service when i report to my new unit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't throw me into Guards dear CMPB officers. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-5942751869420662741?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/5942751869420662741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=5942751869420662741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5942751869420662741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/5942751869420662741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/erm-yeah-so-its-been-about-15-years-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUXggFmL1EI/AAAAAAAAADw/7F7iR21jCPg/s72-c/gnr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7771621218098307264</id><published>2008-12-12T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:37:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.......... LO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUH3WgMg0AI/AAAAAAAAADg/fRbmDUcbPag/s1600-h/IMG_2106_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUH3WgMg0AI/AAAAAAAAADg/fRbmDUcbPag/s400/IMG_2106_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278772204226531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=70144&amp;amp;l=66698&amp;amp;id=800679446"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;click here for more pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUSbPzVb1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/C1mf3QdM6wY/s1600-h/n643757338_1281619_7272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUSbPzVb1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/C1mf3QdM6wY/s400/n643757338_1281619_7272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279515358965519938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BMTC School 1&lt;br /&gt;Jaguar Company 04/08&lt;br /&gt;Platoon 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so its all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, for the next 9 days. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE PASSED OUT FROM BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, everyone was in high spirits that day. even though our field pack was weighing like a ton and the sun was pretty unfriendly towards us, most of us endured through the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before our passing out parade we had our 24km route march. it is a MUST for everyone to complete the 24km route march as part of our graduating parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch you know. cuz we booked in on monday night, then tuesday morning we woke up, prepare this and that, clean our bunk, clean everywhere, so that when the new enlistees come they'll have a NICE AND CLEAN bunk to sleep in. so much so that we only took a short nap in the afternoon and after dinner. about 2hours in all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we know it, tuesday night arrived. 10 50pm, or 2250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set off for our 24km route march. with almost everything in our field pack. cuz we still have to bring in some stuffs when we booked in, hence our field pack weighs even more heavier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far is 24km? hmm. i'm not very sure, but maybe its the distance you walk along east coast park. from one end to the other end. and thats only 12km. so, you'll have to walk 2 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all marched overnight, only reaching back our camp at around daylight. its so good to see the sun and light. the whole night 80% of the time we were marching blindly in the dark. the moonlight was there, but not very strong as it was cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. WE MADE IT. JAGUAR COMPANY PLATOON 1 MADE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 13 weeks of my life have been, well, good. not exactly wonderful nor terrible. i have wonderful section mates. even though we've known one another for only 13 weeks, i must say we bond together real well. throughout each training we endured together, throughout every punishment we ride it out together. our platoon didn't fare that bad also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Jaguar Company, Platoon 1, Section 3, 04/08, the good people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 1: Me.&lt;br /&gt;Bed 2: Jitinder Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my buddy. bed buddy, toilet buddy, shower buddy, actually almost anything/everything buddy. i'm such an asshole for always making racist jokes and comments about you (everyone else does the same too HAHAHAH!) but this Singh here, he's DA MAN. don't worry, he'll retort with a FUCK YOU LAH whenever you say something racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 3: Gifford Yeo (always the last to fall in from our section!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 4: Joel Lim (lol everytime after draw arms like to play CS in our bunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 5: Andy Lim (2nd FALL OUT BOY lmao. Yue Aida fan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 6: Andy Low (likes to Save the Earth by smoking in toilets to get rid of the shit smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 7: Mok Qi Jun (always grabbing people's asses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 8: Lam Wei Cong (shower king. mention shower, and he'll made a mad dash for the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 9: Denny Yak (hehe traitor of Jaguar LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 10: Darren Teo (stop playing with your DS and watch more porn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 11: CJ Tan (his magical sponges and clothes makes area cleaning easier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed 12: Kenny Tung (aiseh, my other buddy that does as much cock-talking as Jit ahhahaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past 13 weeks or so i've learn alot alot of stuffs. other than military skills, of course. no doubt we'll learn to treasure our civilian life from now on, as during our stay-in there were many things we cannot do, and deprived of. simple example: we do not have access to computers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computers have became such a integral part of my life that without computers... it just seem weird. and many minor stuffs like, chargers for PSP and phones, television, radio (luckily my fren brought in battery-operated ones), hot showers. stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things aside, i also saw the ugly side of some people in the world. that don't bother to help other people when they need help. some people can't be bothered with anything either. they just wanna protect their asses, and don't really give two-fucks about whether you're dead or not. but thankfully most people i met and know inside there are not that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its true you see alot and learn alot in army. initially i wasn't very happy with army, although i don't have a choice, but then as time goes by, as we got to know one another more, its not that hard to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of these 13 weeks, i've lost nothing. but gained plentiful of stuffs. friendship. PR skills. leadership skills (aiya, its true you'll learn abit here and there!). better stamina. better endurance. more muscles (no, i don't look muscular now.). and of course... many many, tons of army stories and lame stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon, i'm about to post to another unit to start the next phase of my NS life. BMTC has been very kind to me, Jaguar company has been very kind to me. its a very good company. the commanders (or at least the bulk of them) seriously are very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss BMTC. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i do not miss the pumpings and punishments i've gained there (especially in field camp.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. some of the major events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field camp. worst 6 days of my life ever.&lt;br /&gt;SIT Test. rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;Live Range. where you take a live round, a rifle, and start firing away.&lt;br /&gt;Grenade Course. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, there're others but i'm not gonna say. the memories will stay with me. all the good people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7771621218098307264?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7771621218098307264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7771621218098307264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7771621218098307264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7771621218098307264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/12/pop.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/SUH3WgMg0AI/AAAAAAAAADg/fRbmDUcbPag/s72-c/IMG_2106_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1879798040292729707</id><published>2008-11-28T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:03:01.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow 20days without blogging. yes, army life is so interesting and meaningful that i've actually no time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i've got nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the major events, which are live firing and grenade-throwing which i've completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about throwing a hand grenade... the feeling of having a live grenade with you, near your body is quite nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could explode any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be defected, and any move you made will cause it to blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it blows, anyone within 20m is virtually dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. not everyone got to throw it though. those with sweaty palms and those who were afraid were excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally find it fun. especially when it blows off, of course. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iprep.ns.sg/standard-obstacle-course.html"&gt;SOC- Standard Obstacle Course&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC is fun too! our own playground. except for the running part, which i dare say is definitely tougher than your 2.4km run. running in your SBO is never a good choice. plus, your rifle's being a bitch by hitting against your body everytime you run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks have been rather slack. because we have completed our major events, there's nothing much left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, we're left with a week and 3 days to our graduation parade! or formally know as Passing Out Parade- POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i've completed our 16km route march. its special from the other 3,4,6,8 and 12km i've done cuz this time, our field pack is slightly heavier and we walked straight for 8km without resting. we didn't take a break at the 4km rest point, probably cuz everyone was feeling quite high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno about them, but for me my shoulders almost gave way when i reached the rest point ahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! recruit life is about to be over soon. going to bade farewell to BMTC 1 Jaguar Company. its been a very good 11 weeks or so. especially with my section. and my buddy. WHO'S INDIAN. HAHHAAHHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i felt that our platoon is not as united as it should be, but at least at some point of time we managed to stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 16km route march, we were kinda scattered here and there, abit disappointing but nevertheless none of us fell out, and completed the whole 16km march together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our field camp photo! heh... heck, i can't even spot myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/STAH6ghXJ9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JIGgPwT83BE/s1600-h/n546627117_1028040_4901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/STAH6ghXJ9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JIGgPwT83BE/s320/n546627117_1028040_4901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723865394522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good old days of our field camp.. 6 days of hell, during mid-october. and here, we emerged warriors! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1879798040292729707?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1879798040292729707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1879798040292729707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1879798040292729707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1879798040292729707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-20days-without-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ustITOjHSxA/STAH6ghXJ9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JIGgPwT83BE/s72-c/n546627117_1028040_4901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7883986776292701856</id><published>2008-11-08T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:49:19.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well once again. its book-out day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booked out yesterday at a orgasmic 1200 hours! thats 12pm for you fellas. but of course, since when is SAF so nice........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to attend this defence exhibition at Science Centre. wasn't that bad, considering that we can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) enjoy air-con (Science Centre leh, not some hawker centre!)&lt;br /&gt;2) get to see mainland Singapore (Tekong isn't exactly the best place to be.....)&lt;br /&gt;3) have the chance to book out early (we won't possibly stay there the whole day till 8pm?)&lt;br /&gt;4) look at girls (girls girls and more girls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the last point is just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i was just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were there for the whole afternoon till about 3pm. thereafter i had lunch with my section mates at Jurong East area. then one of my section mates fetched me home as his dad came to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so for the past week... as usual military training. next week gonna go for live range! real, live rounds. live range = shooting rifle with live rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means you are holding something that could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahhhahhhahahahhhahahhahhaa AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is pretty boring, ain't it? i feel the same way. no pictures or whatsoever. i mean, we can't bring any image-capturing devices into Tekong so there is no way i can show you how our camp looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the trainings we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the nonsensical funny stuffs we did. (sniggers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. here are some songs that we made up and sang inside. all stupid and lame and funny but well... its the army? the original lyrics... well they're not as interesting as ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey ah oh ah infantry ah!&lt;br /&gt;we are the men, from Jaguar company yah!&lt;br /&gt;last time i can masturbate ah!&lt;br /&gt;now i have to stand-by bed yah!&lt;br /&gt;got no time to peel orange ah!&lt;br /&gt;but got time to go for range yah!&lt;br /&gt;got no time for chocolate bar ah!&lt;br /&gt;but got time for pull-up bars yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the beat is... i can't exactly describe it out here. eh got time, gimme a call, i try to sing the song for you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G is for Geylang!&lt;br /&gt;E is for every night!&lt;br /&gt;Y is for young chicks!&lt;br /&gt;L is for long dicks!&lt;br /&gt;A is for ah-peks!&lt;br /&gt;N is for night life!&lt;br /&gt;G is for good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down by the alley,&lt;br /&gt;i took a little walk-kkk,&lt;br /&gt;ran into some prostitues,&lt;br /&gt;had a little suck cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fucked them, (AHH), sucked them, (AHH), fucked them sucked them (AHH AHH!)&lt;br /&gt;into the hoooole,&lt;br /&gt;left her to drown-nn,&lt;br /&gt;we don't need no girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;prostitutes are cheappppp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEYYYYYY don't be a fool, somebody said we are number 2,&lt;br /&gt;PUI, we are number 1!!!! JAGUARRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still have some other nonsensical songs, but lazy to write them down here. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. POP is coming next month. 10 dec 2008. i'll no longer be a recruit! a trained soldier! most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more going back to Tekong! its like someone shipped you off to another island and imprisoned you there man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. time to get some rest. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7883986776292701856?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7883986776292701856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7883986776292701856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7883986776292701856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7883986776292701856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-1307653048345129957</id><published>2008-11-01T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:19:10.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i reached home at 11 30pm, or rather 2330 last night. i've never felt so shagged in my whole life before, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 weeks have been physically and mentally tiring for me, and of course all my buddies. we stormed the jungles together, leopard crawl through mud and dirt together (once we had to leopard crawl over this hill cuz we pissed our Sir off but heng he relented. i swore i wouldn't be sitting here if i did that), slept in a shellscrape i dug, swiped tons of mosquitoes and flies and ants, killed a centipede (with my SAF boots leh!) and of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight was i actually DID NOT FALL SICK. or FELL OUT. hahaaahahahahhaahhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i would made it through all these huh.. you fucking pussies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i came back with a swollen right eye and tons of insect bites on both sides of my hand. my sister is afraid to look at them lol. i think there's.. (counting) about 20 bites on each hand? went home and applied MOPIKO, that kinda helps to soothe the itchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field camp, 6 days, took place last week. it was hell, i tell you. literally a boot camp kinda thing. well, its an experience, firstly i didn't bathe for the 6 whole damn days, i only bathed for the 1st time in 6 days when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood in the shower, at home, and just basked in the glory of having warm water run over me, for... a good 3,4 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing.. having dug a hole for more than 6 hours, and sleeping in it... never felt so good. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing that happened was that it rained CONTINOUSLY from the night of Day2 till the morning of Day5 of my field camp... it was really fucked up man, that was really some bad fuckshit. sleeping in wet clothes.... but luckily i had my gortex jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, another highlight was SHITTING in the forest. yeah baby, you just dig a hole, unbutton your pants, squat down and.... let everything out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shitting at another camp site that offered me a sea view... okay how many times in your lifetime have you shit in an open area, and in one that offers you a sea view? which you can see ships passing by.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT YOU WAITING FOR? SIGN ON WITH THE SAF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was just plain bullshit, excuse me. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one night, i was sleeping when suddenly... it began to rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not just rained. it rained heavily, accompanied by thunder and lightning. all of us hurried out of our tents and took shelter at a nearby shed. which was, just nice, beside the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the sea breeze blew in, we shivered. it was just plain pathetic, all of us soaking wet (the shed wasn't big enough for all of us) and the wind just kept blowing in at us........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: life in the jungle is tough, and is subjected to the mercy of the heavens and weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you jackasses know how lucky you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. time to let my swollen eyes to rest. honestly i don't know how i got them... bloody hell. there's an old saying that when you peep at girls bathing, you will get swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT JUNGLE FIELD CAMP WHERE GOT GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!#@!$#@%!@^^#$@&amp;amp;#@&amp;amp;#@%#!%@$#^$#@^#!^#!&amp;amp;!#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-1307653048345129957?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/1307653048345129957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=1307653048345129957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1307653048345129957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/1307653048345129957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-reached-home-at-11-30pm-or-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-3410005064683382747</id><published>2008-10-19T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:56:51.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is beeping's birthday! hahaha. happy birthday chua beeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, we went out to eat. its a restaurant called Brussels or something. located near Robertson's Quay. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is like, an angmoh heaven la. first time i see so many angmoh gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me... stuck at Tekong chalet for too long, become fucking sua ku liao. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there was quite awesome. erm, so there was beeping, of course, soe, hteinlin and kush. kush came to pick me up and drive there, as the other 3 were there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hteinlin rode his bike there. i got the chance to pillion ride his bike! my first time sitting on a bike. honestly it was a little scary but not bad. especially when the cold wind hits across your face your hair kinda stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i didn't pee nor crapped in my pants either =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, we were eating at Brussels, and their mussels (i think its spelled like that) are pretty good. beeping and soe ordered some chicken thigh main course, not bad. kush and hteinlin had fish n chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... me bring curious. went to order some Fillet Americain (i think its spelled like that...?) which is some beef stuffs. well, could be some beef main course. the waiter told me its something like raw beef so i went ahead with the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my meal came... i tot it came straight out from a can of Cesar. you know, that small can of dog food with a picture of a cute white dog on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that one. my raw beef looks like dog food served with lettuce and potato wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. its not bad...... considering they mixed it with some MY-YOUR-NIECE sauce (miniwong taught me how to spell it like that! lol) and bits of colesaw in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... yeah. there was my dinner. sad. a can of Cesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to catch Max Payne at The Cathy... basically the movie was DISAPPOINTING man. considering its from a game. plot was abit draggy here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch Body Of Lies but its coming out on 20th NOV -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, soe bought beeping a Wii for her birthday! omg man hahhaaha not bad sia. Wii. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we had supper at bukit timah, and went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i realised is that, everytime i booked out, first thing i would do is rush to the toilet and.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, the feeling of shitting in your own toilet, in your own comfort is so damn... priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all you people out there. don't take shitting in your house's toilet for granted. its a PRIVILEGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-3410005064683382747?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/3410005064683382747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=3410005064683382747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3410005064683382747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/3410005064683382747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3479364818430752323.post-7427551202254287875</id><published>2008-10-19T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:45:32.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's my field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days in the open jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week where my commanders will literally yell and fuck us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to blog now though. nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3479364818430752323-7427551202254287875?l=chickenmedium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/feeds/7427551202254287875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3479364818430752323&amp;postID=7427551202254287875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7427551202254287875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3479364818430752323/posts/default/7427551202254287875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmedium.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874344987543744458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/ah_siao/29280294348316l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
