<?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-3165628682995178201</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:15:29.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts &amp; Curses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8739356679492712275</id><published>2009-05-07T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:44:18.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the third week of school</title><content type='html'>it's been 3 weeks in school, and everybody's grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modules for this year came as a surprise (it was an anticipated surprise), for modules like DDACP turned out to be just alittle easier than brain surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things weren't really happening, or in action these past weeks, and its moving at a quick pace. han's bought a new guitar, and so did jabez. really beautiful things. for such beauty comes a terrible price tag. jabez bought his guitar 'only' for $1200, han got his with an amp, cables, strap for jus under $800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been keeping up with the music industry these months, and possibly, years, but i happen to come across good ol' 80s music, sit back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu9xx5Ri278&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/Mu9xx5Ri278&amp;hl=en&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 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5611603809251226658</id><published>2009-03-30T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:58:42.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond any means necessary</title><content type='html'>i've been on hiatus for quite awhile since final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news update, results turn out okay with GPA of 3.625 lots of B+ and only 2 As. A level results out with many people taking the boo boo. couple of people i know happen to repeat J2 all over again. yishen's finally entered the army, although he is situated at changi, and i've returned from holiday in pulau redang (life changing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again. i've taken the liberty to scan through others posts, realizing people turn rather emotional over time. some still stuck in december, some turned over a new skin, some never change, and some leave me amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a friend pointed out the other day, i do have a bad habit. i hang up on people without saying goodbye. the ethics of using the phone turns out to be quite strict, greetings and farewells such as hello and okay are essential to keep the party on the other end happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair the other day, now any stranger or acquaintance i come across ask the same thing. "are you in the army?" turns out most people don't know soldiers don't keep beards =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, with the new look and new skin colour, i'm still out of love, and thinking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5611603809251226658?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7273341566288428152</id><published>2009-02-19T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:20:55.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll go up in white light</title><content type='html'>i suspect that the latest tag post i got was possibly from yishen. well thanks, it's been quite lonely in this blogsite, there seem to be mould growing from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say much, exams are just round the corner, best of luck to ngee ann poly under grads, min yen, marvin, seng kwan and etc. this quick post was at random, thank you for looking it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5u0oWDLh2NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/5u0oWDLh2NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7273341566288428152?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7273341566288428152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7273341566288428152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7273341566288428152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulau rendang's planning stages are almost complete. confirmed to be snorkelling and diving, but other activites are still in process of being planned. credit goes to kelvin of course.... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQyx3uGt5TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/bQyx3uGt5TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-9098713480605585918?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6714377839969591221</id><published>2009-02-01T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:59:36.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop, final exams, and then holidays</title><content type='html'>i'd like to say happy lunar new year to everyone, or what's left of it. it's been a good year, although this new year, i seem to be losing lots of money at the gambling tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned 19 on the 27th of jan, and i spent that day in malaysia with my relatives. my uncle, who makes knives, started his new projects on amazon hunters blowpipe. looks really great, and fires ou the prick like a missle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my saturday at jia hao's place, black jacking, and sunday revising my AL with xing han and kelvin. next week's gonna be at min yen's place, for our 4C reunion dinner. coming? i'd see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zt0VYvmlEcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/Zt0VYvmlEcA&amp;hl=en&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;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tugqHunwDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/8tugqHunwDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title='next stop, final exams, and then holidays'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-9193856985875185813</id><published>2009-01-18T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:36:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enter the flu</title><content type='html'>it's sunday, and exactly one week ago, i've the flu bug and has ever since then been out of action. symptoms include, hacking cough, the one day fever, and the endless river of mucus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, its back to reality. projects are still due. and some reports are way overdue. but hey, its alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some brilliant new music...... check it out. motion city soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S blog still not in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAO8jKMm8Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/LAO8jKMm8Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-9193856985875185813?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/9193856985875185813/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3083518933496530911</id><published>2009-01-05T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:40:19.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um, its a bit late, so i'll say it quickly</title><content type='html'>for those who expected posts this past 3 months, i'm sorry that i failed to even think about the things to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, happy christmas and a merry new year. belatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an enjoyable holiday with everyone, from freddy and gang, yishen and co., but of course, my family as well. nevertheless, it was a different sort of holiday than from what i had in 2007. i spent evening after evening playing mahjong and all sorts of gambling nonsense in the dark corners of jurong west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a normal lifestyle, i picked up swimming and worked on my guitar. both of which had improved (well sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the cherry on the cake, i started driving recently, and it really busts the left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated yixan's birthday on sunday at din tai feng, and i picked myself up a chinese student to tutor english. and she's rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, very quickly... another year's passed, and most of our male buddies are going into NS. jia hao's went in, freddy, marcus, jon, yishen will all be heading into service soon. from what i heard, jia hao ended up as a storeman in BMT at the armoury. yishen is posted to the navy (possibly a sailor), jon got himself a spot in the police force (again, could be the police post near his house) freddy and marc, headed straight for the evergreen tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself has got another year to waste away. so it will be my turn soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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wheel</title><content type='html'>it's been 6 days since i touched down in singapore on sunday night 11.40pm. it's been a hectic week, and it's about to become a busy semester once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall rating of china? so-so. sadly, china's not the best place to go for a holiday in asia. and to add to the bad review of china, i've got myself intestinal infection on the last week of the trip, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i missed everyone when i was there. kept thinking of going home most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good bit about china is that, the sell stuff there that singapore doesn't have. i got myself a pair of leather converse shoes, a different version from the one in singapore, and i upgraded my wardrobe by 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be honest, i haven't been keeping up with times when i was spending my 6 weeks in wuhan. but even i do know the global economy slowly decayed itself to recession in the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got back, its america crashes, europe dying, thailand still struggling with politcal stuff, and anwar still fighting with najib in KL. its all bu ha ha, but when does it all end? even our country's been hit, but how hard? and how are we gonna deal with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answers? let's find out in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/128425/incubus_drive.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/128425/incubus_drive/"&gt;Incubus - Drive - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3912658478436227379?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2211184581807313310</id><published>2008-09-21T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:14:18.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days and counting</title><content type='html'>it's 2 more weeks till i get back. its a race against time and patience. meanwhile common test papers are being marked and anxiety is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is very tired from climbing wu dang (except for the lot who took the cable car up). from my point of view, wu dang was just good excercise and good views, but very poor experience. the tourists are like all other chinese people, and the abbots are even more like the worst of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may seem as unfair remarks, but the people there just disgusts me. when i got there, no kung fu. no sword fights. no actors. no condor heores. even the hisotrical stuff isn't there. they tried so hard to commercialize the place, even the abbots have name tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all these neative remarks, the scenary there is extremely spectacular. the misty part of the mountains were so foggy, you can't see beyond 30 feet, and the air is so cool and refreshing. when we got to the golden peak, the view there was a knock out. the clouds just cover the mountains, with little bits of peaks and green poking over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SNZimPGDP3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VUS-28LOPo8/s1600-h/IMGP3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SNZimPGDP3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VUS-28LOPo8/s200/IMGP3803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248490824773353330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing less from the most ancient place.&lt;a 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got back our results here in china, and goodness, i got great news. i did very well for this semester. GPA 3.89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done.... if you didn't do very well, there's always next sem. and for those taking A levels, there is no next sem =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test took place today and i don't think i did very well for this module. i reckon i should try to retake this module in a normal circumstance. china is a big distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with common test now out of the picture, wudang mountain comes next. i won't be contactable this weekend, as the mountain has no reception, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those back in singpaore, miss you all lots, be back in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30CM1YxRT2E&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30CM1YxRT2E&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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week'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4183907034849812630</id><published>2008-09-14T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:29:22.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid autumn in china</title><content type='html'>it's sunday, mid autumn and i'm settled in my bunk doing up the last bits of my IS journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've just returned from the 3 gorges and shen nong river, and i'm down with stomach upset. it's been very persistent since tuesday, and i had to shit solid and water anywhere under the sun for 5 days. and for that, i got myself a huge box of cleenex to carry around where ever i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than this outstanding problem, i'm doing fine. although i'm missing everyone in singapore, there's nothing i can do. by the way, semester results are out tomorrow, so, receiving it here in china would be a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing before i go, if there's a souviener you'd like, please name it and tagg it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye chaps, be home in 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4183907034849812630?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4183907034849812630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4183907034849812630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4183907034849812630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4183907034849812630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-autumn-in-china.html' title='mid autumn in china'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2700769728283410384</id><published>2008-09-01T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:56:32.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's week 2/6</title><content type='html'>second week now, and i'm still doing fine. however 2 of my seniors are down with food poisoning, and skin problems. thankfully i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until recently, some just found out i'm in china. and when i tell them where i am, they tell me: "good luck", and "i don't wanna be there". give me a break, and show some moral support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school just started here in te university, and somehow, the ngee ann students feel strangely out of place.... maybe it's because we've got an indian and a couple of muslims..... and we've also just found out that there's a military school nearby, and the girls from that academy look seriously more garang then the men here in wu han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing fine with my roomie leon, sometimes he snores quite loudly, but he doesn't tell me if i do (which i suspect i do). but i suppose the lessons are the ones to fear. it's only chapter 3 and it just keeps getting more and more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is, we're getting to interact with the local students tomorrow, see what they're really like. even better news comes from the local students, with 97% of the class are girls, and most of them are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SLweq7F1cUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RyryistJjZg/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2700769728283410384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-week-26.html' title='it&apos;s week 2/6'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SLweq7F1cUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RyryistJjZg/s72-c/DSC01787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5712189752984042351</id><published>2008-08-28T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:17:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the middle country</title><content type='html'>i'm finally settling down in china after 4 days in this humid and unforgiving place. it's always grey skies and haze.... and the air is always thick with smog and you can't see the view of the beautiful scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did manage to get my pictures. unfortunately...... i was stupid enough to mess with with my digi cam... and deleted everything i took in the past four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard for even the toughest guy to admit, but living here in the hostel proved to be much of a challenge, and i realized how big a gap there is between us civilized singapore citizens (excluding some of my roomies) and the local chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conditions were quite horrific when we got here. the place was covered in spiders the size of 20 cent coins and the mosquitos were green. under my bed were old beer bottles, cigerette sticks, 1 year mooncake wrappers and 2 inches of dust. it doesn't sound bad. but on the first day, we couldn't clean the 5 room flat because we didn't have anything with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS lessons are boring to the point where by even mrs bala sounds interesting. some of the chinese teachers can't speak english to save their lives, let alone communicate. and as for SDC core module... one of the hardest nonsense i've ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time here is the same as singapore, but the sun rises at 5.30am, and sets at 7.30pm. its a hard road ahead. i hope i make it through okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5712189752984042351?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5712189752984042351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5712189752984042351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5712189752984042351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5712189752984042351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/middle-country.html' title='the middle country'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4049320689060819461</id><published>2008-08-16T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:19:46.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't we supersize that?</title><content type='html'>my classmate abel once told me he had a friend, who eats the main course for appetizers, and that being fat was cool. that thought bugged me for quite awhile, and when i was bored of studying, i decided to check out an old movie, and see it for myself. here, watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=6652157005731554560&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we debate. we ask ourselves, do we eat to live, or live to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your meal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4049320689060819461?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1412618446260039918</id><published>2008-08-10T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:54:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP was OKAY</title><content type='html'>hassan called me this afternoon just before lunch, telling me he's got tickets to the NDP and if i waned to go. i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual like last year, i turned up not wearing red. this time was grey. and i looked odd out of the sea of chinese new year goers. everyone kept making fun of me saying i should hit on racheal, and it really bites me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seatings were great at the light blue section. we had jean danker. though we were much too far up to really see her. they all looked like power rangers when they first appeared. then it drizzled and showered alittle. got really humid and sad for everyone, not hyped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great performances by everyone. parade was great, even in the damp. performance was awesome, and fireworks were spectacular as usual. black knights and red lions were just amazing, even though the second last of the red lions had a bad landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might have been on TV, scenes where they filmed people throwing their thrash into the huge dump. caught me on cam throwing my garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old songs bring me back to the days when i had much fun and laughter, turns out to be the last song.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8r-fqdump8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8r-fqdump8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-9061266390256257529</id><published>2008-08-07T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:50:30.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dismantle ... repair</title><content type='html'>its finally submission date for ED gearbox project. after days of rushing through, cut copy paste stick, and a few tantrums, we're finally through with projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week marks the start of the final exams. need's practicing. tomorrow, got to go out and play billiards with freddy and gang. and got to do some shopping before i go to china, need to get all those things i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched several movies recently. Batman, mummy, wanted. i didnt manage to catch hellboy though i really wanted to, instead, we watched wanted. more movies to look forward to, journey to the center of the earth and wallE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video from anberlin. one of my favourite ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qB2S_pcx-oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qB2S_pcx-oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-9061266390256257529?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3841813243147376086</id><published>2008-08-06T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:44:15.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er.... i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry.... i hadn't really been faithful to my word. i should have kept some post on, but i really couldn't bothered. until maybe recently. i had some pains and i need to get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nightmare in may, common test just started, had fun in june, common test ended and night cycling with the guys and girls. had a hard life in july, back to school with lots of work. and a rush in august, preparing for my final exams of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last friday, i said goodbye to my laptop for the first time....and 3 days later, it's back. amazingly, i survived a year only with a outdated spyware scan. but at the end of it, there were 309 trojans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, with the school's symantec, with the school's microsoft office, and with the school's help, i can finish up most of my work. though, the laptop still make some strange noises from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news, i'm going to china. their processing the visas on tuesday, and i'm pretty sure i'll be going. i'll be leaving on the 25th. be stunned.... because, i'm going to china, to study. for six weeks, i'll be studying my third year module instead of 2months with the china chinese people. if there's anything you'd like me to buy for you, maybe i'll buy it for you.... if you're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i picked up some nice tunes for you this time. christian bands like relient K are quite good, but sadly, relient K's recent album wasn't that much of an ear digger. coldplay's new album was very...."colonial british" and augustana's was really really whiny. this time, i chose, anberlin. they've been around for sometime, and well, they're not too bad. they're christian by the way, like relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2exE-td4F3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2exE-td4F3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3841813243147376086?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3841813243147376086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6916191800861986723</id><published>2008-05-12T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:29:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sully fifth week</title><content type='html'>it's been a hard day in school. no, i didn't like it. i messed up my first test of the day, and managed my second test so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how did things go bad? really, i mentioned in earlier posts that the CADM teacher deserved to get walloped hard, but this time was quite overbearing. 30 minutes to do a test was okay, i suppose. but under pressure and lack of practice with the CADM program, 30 minutes was impossible. i finished alright. sort of. and i had one incomplete sketch left, and i saved it. apparently, the idiotic program doesn't save files the way lazy people does, half-done. and, the end result was that, i had only saved 2 curved lines instead of the whole product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him for one more shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bitching baldy had the guts to nag at me for not saving constantly and being fair to the class. i got fed up and started chanting back in his face to give me one more attempt to put it right, and it wasn't fair to me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he could have given me another test paper which would have been "fair" to me and everyone in that situation, but no......... he had to give me the old one which it "unfair" to everyone else.... then he goes on ranting and nagging. it was quite tempting to shove his face through the computer, because we were alone in the room... and no one was there to see it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, moving on, ASAS test. was a headache. turns out that transport aircraft is not classified in the type category. shrugs~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i've got some good news, my ED teacher has been hospitalized last thursday due to kidney problems, and he's coming back this week! tough old cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it for today, here's one on the all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfWS20JXtMc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfWS20JXtMc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, my sister just finished her exams in NUS, and she got us a new album from augustana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6916191800861986723?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3984146619073382722</id><published>2008-05-06T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:51:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world will wait for you</title><content type='html'>no, it isn't true. just this monday, i've got problems myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all know how it feels like to be back in school after a long weekend, yes it's the same for me. i kept my classmates and lecturers waiting for half an hour in the morning because i woke up late, showered slowly, and padded along to class. and he couldn't start teaching because it was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally waltz into class, he had enough and was teaching away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that sums it up for the poor attitude in the morning. but guess what? i found this really cool manga. it's called "akumetsu". really awesome plot, with a slight adult genre. viewer's discretion is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests is in 3 weeks time. and it's just the 4th week of school. it's creepy when you think about it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3984146619073382722?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3984146619073382722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3984146619073382722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3984146619073382722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3984146619073382722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-will-wait-for-you.html' title='the world will wait for you'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-909354984334939095</id><published>2008-05-05T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:44:16.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeps and bloopers</title><content type='html'>yess.... i forgot to mention, that i was watching ironman with freddy and JONATHAN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, its your fault jon, you are always like the wil'o the wisps.... hard to tell you're there sometimes, even harder to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was mean, but unintentional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-909354984334939095?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/909354984334939095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=909354984334939095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/909354984334939095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/909354984334939095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/05/bleeps-and-bloopers.html' title='bleeps and bloopers'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6509621070604324543</id><published>2008-05-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:49:29.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always put your money whre your mouth is</title><content type='html'>just recently i spent an evening with freddy in the cinema watching ironman. now technically, he shouldn't be called "iron"man, because his suit is mostly made out of titinanium. though the plot was good, it wasn't realistic, but futuristic. it gets quite exciting when you see him zipping around the sky, dodging misslies and F-22 raptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's move on. this week was qijun's birthday, which falls on the same day as labour day. and joy oh joy has he got news for me! i can't disclose though. it's "top secret". and then we've got mother's day coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most recently i've been given a part time assignment. as blogmaster of the ATC blog. here's the site www.wings-and-wheels.blogspot.com. it's really quite dull having to do all the research and stuff, what's more, i've got to keep a lid on what i say? that's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tests coming up in this up coming week. my class and i have all agreed on a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the CADM teacher deserves a kick in the gentlemens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the SOM teacher is really loud and annoying, and deserves to have a firecracker up his bottom, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ED teacher is easy to bribe with kachang puteh and black coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;the funny thing about the ED lecturer is that he usually compares us students, with clowns and kachang puteh men. this intrigues us, as we tend to wonder, if the kachang puteh man really is quite educated with a degree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the last post was one about a fighter jet, and the fastest car. which can go faster, in a drag race.&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dljyEyq5Aw4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dljyEyq5Aw4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6509621070604324543?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7790831460459648815</id><published>2008-04-28T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:18:17.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how hard can it be?</title><content type='html'>well, it's week 3 since school started. and bad habits were all there is. i still can't get up in time. i still can't get to school in time. and i still can't hand up my tutorials in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, well, i've got more bad news for myself. which is, the first few test of the term just kicked in. without warning, i nearly flunked them. but the thing is.... it made me realize one thing.... that cheating was legal. hm.... that doesn't sound quite right. but it is, in fact, true. everyone else in the lecture hall taking the test were... well, you guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, back to what's really going on in my daily life. as everyone else is studying and mugging and dropping hair, i, on the other hand watched james may, jeremy clarkson and richard hammond make fools of themselves on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the guitar, things aren't going as well as i thought it'd be. however, i managed to get as far as learning to strum.... all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's all for tonight. here's one for you... if you put the world's fastest car up against the world's most agile fighter.... who would win the race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SBXqqHTL2OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7HuqjgbtDTs/s1600-h/eurofighter+and+bugati+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SBXqqHTL2OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7HuqjgbtDTs/s200/eurofighter+and+bugati+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194315754476656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/SBXqqHTL2OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7HuqjgbtDTs/s72-c/eurofighter+and+bugati+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8884713121498522683</id><published>2008-04-20T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:35:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nipple rings and belly-button piercing</title><content type='html'>sleepy sundays causes hangovers after a nice nap.... if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of the first week since i started school. no really. i didn't quite enjoy it. it's the things we learn that gets more complicated and less interesting, and even less relavent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.... this week was a pretty hectic one. on friday, i played pool with han. and, if you know han very well, it's like a rabbit playing with a fox. then i rushed down to meet freddy and guys to catch forbidden kingdom.... which makes no sense. why is it called forbidden kingdom when they hardly even mentioned it. turns out jet li is sun wukong, i can hardly imagine jet li with more body hair than the bee gees. however, the ladies in the movie makes the show much more exciting. what made me laugh was when the bride with white hair (aka. bai fa mo nu) tried to climb up her own hair with jackie chan on the other end getting strangled XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the other days of the week are pretty plain. thanks abel for the new documentaries. really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something to share with you: have you seen james blunt on sesame street before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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type='html'>okay, it's april 14th. it's my first day back in school after a long time-out. and, it's my first blog post in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past month, i haven't been really up to anything, well, i did try the guitar, but, i'm still working on it. i haven't got to the strumming part, and i still haven't gotten used to reading tabs. no, i'm doing it for a girl, i just thought it'd be really cool to learn the guitar and some nice tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i tried: title and registration by death cab for cutie, she will be loved by maroon 5, secret by maroon 5, only one by yellowcard, fortune faded by red hot chili peppers, and californication by red hot chili peppers. still, i'm pretty new to this and they don't exactly sound that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how was the first day back in ngee ann? well... i can foresee dark clouds once again. the new modules are somewhat, alittle more "complicated" and tirelessly "tedious". the only thing that cheered me up was the fact that the new faces in ngee ann are alittle more "eye-catching" and for some sense of relaxation... if you get what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i didn't expect myself to be taking entreuprenership and the law, but i did because i really didn't have much of an option. and my timetable looks pretty good too. plenty of time to rest, except for mondays and thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quickly a year in ngee ann passed... oooo, now the fun starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a question for you. what would you do, if you were stuck in the toilet with no toilet paper, and no one was in the bathroom.....? here's a gintama answer for you&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-306174/Gintama-Episode-79.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5633364554700601662?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1060053445219862657</id><published>2008-03-21T00:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:56:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it gets too cold</title><content type='html'>it's friday morning, hello. i haven't updated in a few days, but it's okay. recently, i haven't been doing anything interesting lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this evening, i received an in prompt too call from perry to go out to drink with him and adrian... and i agreed. little did i know where i was going, it was really going to be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we took a ride on 77 to holland village. we wandered around the place, it was full of night life even though it was barely past 9.00pm. we drew some money and headed down to the 2 am : dessert bar. the place was like some mordern studio bar. and the waitress greeted us as soon as we reached the 2nd floor. she asked us if we would like to sit at the window seat (there was only one window seat). we said yes without much discussion and felt, it was very gay. 3 men sitting at the window eating desserts wasn't exactly very masculine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had cheesecake (filty expensive and i didn't know). perry had blackberry (really pathetic). adrian had tiramisu (really watery ice cream). and we washed down the food with the recommended drinks. in the end, we were red and high. here's a note: drinking makes people pee more often. it's a natural thing because it stops the body from absorbing water and it makes you dehydrated as it gets rid of water. refer to wikipedia for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R-KV7l2MBwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lvKeaGUU1Us/s1600-h/Photo0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R-KV7l2MBwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lvKeaGUU1Us/s200/Photo0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867372433704706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted for a while as we ate. adrian commented i seriously needed to work on my EQ as mr loh pointed out to me. well yea, i make fun of people more than needed. it's a bad habit passed down from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R-KWe12MBxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EbNQCR4iC4k/s1600-h/Photo0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R-KWe12MBxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EbNQCR4iC4k/s200/Photo0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179867978024093458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after paying the bill, we left for a round of XO bee hoon at the coffe shop nearby. it prevented us getting high any further. adrian was the worst hit, his alcohol content was the strongest. then we met elvis and strolled back home... as we were walking back, we talked about military life (as expected from BMT and OCS people) but i promised my parents to be home before midnight, so i took a bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i know i won't be getting a hangover tomorrow. bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1060053445219862657?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1060053445219862657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1060053445219862657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1060053445219862657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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right</title><content type='html'>after a month of ups and downs, finally, here comes the exam results. honestly, i didn't do too badly or very well. it's pretty much the same as last semester. same GPA of 3.32 . okay... i was really hoping for better grades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys and some girls (prefer not to disclose) went to watch 10 000 B.C. i think the show was okay to some extent, because they spoke english when it was still 10 000 B.C and the epilouge was really suck. then 6 of us headed down to pasir ris to get ourselves ready for the night's biggest and longest event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rented our bikes had our dinner at burger king and talked among ourselves for some 2 hours. and then we headed to the pool room for some billiards. i had a freak accident when marvin threw the ball on the table and richochet into my privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the night becomes alive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got on and cycled all the way to changi village to grab some supper. nasi lemak and green tea. this time, something else happened... we were headed to the bathroom when we saw a couple of "ladies" walking towards us in the distance... as we were having a piss, we heard high heels clicking outside the bathroom door as if they were headed inside the toilet.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the action starts here. we planned the route from changi beach park all the way down to the east coast. and then, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sightings include SAF terminal ferry. changi airport. aircraft landings (night) and take offs(morning) and the 5km stretch of cycling path along changi airport. frequent sightings of wild dogs led us to be cautious and we stopped at a jetty like to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from changi all the way to the jetty took about 2 hours plus.... subsequently, the ride to marine cove took about an hour or so.... we shagged ourselves at mcdonalds at 3.30am and waited till 4.00am to have some breakfast. and then we napped and played some big 2 with the poker i brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6.30am, the journey back begins..... we cycled non-stop all the way to the corner of changi airport... where we passed the farking 5km stretch and some fat guy overtook us on his bike. there at the small beach park, we drew some graffitti on the sand.... and i took a long dump in the nearby toilet. the china guy was totally rude when i asked him for toilet paper, and he just ignored me. in the end, after the dump, i realised the flush was broken, so i left him a token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight to changi village was a short and fast one. everyone with enough rest cycled with power to the nasi lemak stall and sat on the seat with metal studs (it really hurts the sore butt). we took a shorter break this time. then we began our journey back to downtown. it was the most tiring part... because we were suffering from fatigue... and it was uphill. once we got back to downtown at 10.00am, we returned our bikes, some of us took a shower, washed our feet, freshen up. and headed back to the MRT station. everyone slept through the journey except me and jum jum. then we parted ways at jurong east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say, it was punishing for all of us, espeacially men, because we have extended areas at our groin. the lack of sleep made us high to a point we talk rubbish. and for the rest of the day, i slept like a log all the way to 6.00pm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, the butt has healed and the wounds are gone..... but i won't be doing night cycling for a period of time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6742880136647372024?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6742880136647372024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=6742880136647372024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6742880136647372024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6742880136647372024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-high-time-we-got-this-right.html' title='it&apos;s high time we got this right'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1634234647458669440</id><published>2008-03-05T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:26:54.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sky is always clearer on the other side</title><content type='html'>it was a quiet ending after a long 3 months. i had to leave the SYFC as of today since i wasn't recommended for the second phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt unreal, yet i already knew it was coming before i sat down for debrief. siva's eyes were yellower and redder than usual. and he kept trying to make me laugh.... wasn't much of a comedic person, but it puts a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't drown myself in teh tarik, but i had lunch with my course mates one last time at jalan kayu. it was regrettable, but i have to let go sooner or later. i took it like a man, but my chest still felt like multiple organ failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know the reason i wasn't promoted? nah, i wouldn't tell you just like that..... it still feels painful hearing those last words from my instructor. it's like your girlfriend saying: i wanna break up with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels numb when you lose something you can't replace? yes... it's the only thing i will never be able to replace, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i'll do this holiday..........? after all, the sky is always clearer on the other side =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1634234647458669440?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1634234647458669440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hangover. and then i'd have problems with my medical after all that partying =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what your're thinking.... what if i don't get in? i'd do almost the same thing, except no partying.i'd take cliff's advice, and get drunk with teh tarik at jalan kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck for tomorrow, and maybe i wounldn't have to go the distance to drink teh tarik and moan over regrets. signing off.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5101281211458064556?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5101281211458064556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5101281211458064556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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your concern</title><content type='html'>thinking about what i was doing last friday evening, i came to realise how fragile my dreams are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say, i want to be a surgeon. in a million ways possible, i can be one. but would i be successful and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum always made jokes about surgeons, come to think aout it, it's really funny. imagine some guy with a bullet in his gut went for E.R surgery and 2 day after the surgery, he spoke to the doctor, telling him that there was something poking his liver. i guess you can imagine what's left in his body =3 and as for dad, he had more than a bad experience with surgeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the brothers started discussing about which university and what kind of career i had in mind, for the first time i really felt insecure. always, i thought my future was planned out nice and neat, but as you know the ups and downs in life can be very hard knocking. so to think about what lies ahead, i'm really afraid of entering the age of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cowardice, fear or just ignorant? life wasn't going the way i wanted it to be. looking as things are right now, i really whished that i had given my all back when i was younger so i wouldn't have to live with a regret. when people say "a man without regrets leads a happy life." i kept my mouth shut because, if there ever was such a person, i'd eat my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooo kay, enough of that. recently, i've been rather caught up in games. Heroes V tribes of the east. i was so caught up in it, i lost track of time and forgot to prepare for my sorties. eeeew shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, my final sortie for phase 1 is coming up this week. and its going to be a panick for me. i'm really desperate to get into phase 2, and i don't think i'll take it too well if i get phased out. sounds really pussy but, it's someone's else's dreams being shattered you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the new music i added recently. it's augustana, the killers, razorlight, and coldplay. any comments on the music please put it on tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7787266902719306815?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7787266902719306815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7470468020464090422</id><published>2008-02-29T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:38:42.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a week's work</title><content type='html'>last week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early, packed some water, packed my camera, packed my hat into my crumpler, and left the house at 7.00am. singapore airshow. was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally, the sun baked down on everyone at the site. when i got there at 10.40am, it was blistering. it was cooking hot. my nose and arms and neck were burnt red. even with the hat on, my nose still didn't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gTJzQjEfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GOrMYMsxM60/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gTJzQjEfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GOrMYMsxM60/s200/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172405231134380530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gTKDQjEgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z3ZwOQBwr1Q/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gTKDQjEgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z3ZwOQBwr1Q/s200/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172405235429347842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best part of the show, was watching the air aerobatics display. so @#$% cool.&lt;br /&gt;the black knights, the australian roulettes, the F-18 hornet, the F-16 fighting falcon, the A380 and some ulu ulu aircraft which was so uncool. if you were there on sunday, you would have seen the F-18 crack the sound barrier. so sexy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gUjTQjEhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AvSWdSwbXME/s1600-h/IMGP0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gUjTQjEhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AvSWdSwbXME/s200/IMGP0515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172406768732672530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gUjjQjEiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/frv2FNWSmy4/s1600-h/IMGP0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gUjjQjEiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/frv2FNWSmy4/s200/IMGP0521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172406773027639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we met this hot female doctor/pilot from the US pacific demonstration team. she actually flies the F-16.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gVdjQjEjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-8RLQKVyhaM/s1600-h/IMGP0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gVdjQjEjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-8RLQKVyhaM/s200/IMGP0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172407769460052530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we, unfortunately had to say goodbye to our AT friend, william. he left us on to study farther abroad in scotland aerospace. we went to some sushi bar in orachard cineleisure (i forgot the name of the restaurant) to have the lunch buffet, and yea, i nearly puked from eating too much. then we headed down to lucky plaza to have a few rounds of expensive pool... shit it's $8.50 an hour. finally, cam whoring for the 1st time in my life, and of all places, in paragon's 3rd floor gents bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gXdTQjEkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I0dvug8Ngxg/s1600-h/25022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R8gXdTQjEkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I0dvug8Ngxg/s200/25022008(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172409964188340802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got news on sunday during the airshow that my flight was scheduled on tuesday afternoon. well, for the 1st time in my entire phase 1, i never made so little mistakes before, except that, my taxying is still pretty much like fast and furious. and for the 1st time in my entire phase 1, siva gave me a 4.0. ok? no it's not, he usually gives a 5.0 even though the performance is poor. but hey, maybe he's being realistic. he tells me i got to prove my worth in my sortie 5 before he lets me move on to phase 2.... just great eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoooo kay,thursday was probably one of the most shocking, most exciting, most hilarious, and most painful day in SYFC. shocking? well, i expected to be flying with siva in the morning on thursday, but, when i got there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who's HO CK?" i look around the ops room to find instructor HO CK... and good lord. it was the Chief Flying Instructor. shit! i wasn't ready for this.... but i haven't got much of a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting? maybe because it's chief, i got jittery nerves by the time i touched the aircraft for initial checks. i was praying like mad he woundn't walk out so soon. i only had 10 mins. i scrambled round the aircraft like a mad man to do my external checks and my pre start checks. and took out my FRC and Pre-Flight brief to recheck all my lessons and my operating procedures. my nerves were all helter skelter by the time he got into the aircraft with me. i went totally numb. my starting and after start was wobbly, and by the time i taxyed out to yankee, i was going in zig zags. my legs just went stiff. by the time i run up the engine, i was totally malu-ed. but i somehow managed and pull through without any help from the chief. *thank god*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious? hohoho..... i think the chief was a pretty decent dude, he's got these glassy blue eyes that make you wonder if he's actually human. well, i can assure you he is, because he farts. yea. if it wasn't me, who else would it be? i was doing my climbing and descending while he was prompting me, and all of a sudden, i got a whiff of this nasty smell. i was like... what's that smell? is it the engine? it smells like someone took a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still delirious from the smell, i nearly opened my mouth to ask the cheif what was that smell, and if the smell was from the engine failing.... but i thought better than to ask this innocent question. i coundn't risk getting a low 3.0 for my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one you see your friends you spent your saturdays wtih leave you one by one, it really stings alot. yesterday, we bid farewell to another friend. fareez was the 4th to leave the SYFC BFC 157 course, following aslam in suit....it was a painful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be sharing any music videos in the mean time, since it really hasn't got much views. but i enjoy watching them. i hope you did too, but it's ok if you don't really like it, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for homecoming day? sorry, its the final ground school of my BFC. so, i can't miss it, for it may be my last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7470468020464090422?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7470468020464090422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7470468020464090422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8840048029567245008</id><published>2008-02-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:22:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last but not least; we have.....</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my last paper of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what better way to celebrate, than to go back home, and have a good rest? mm.. and a hot bath.... and the nice cozy bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, it really isn't the time to think about that. the last paper i'm having is AMP. which is, well..... like geography, literature, social studies and history, in the form of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same long winded stuff, boring, not happening, and really dry. and i'm down to my last bit of energy. today's thermofluids wiped me clean. oh god... i lost 1/5 of the paper due to careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad news is, i just realised i've been memorising mistakes instead of the correct answers.... and all my new year effort gone down to waste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitiful? sorrowful? nah.... it's just plain bad luck...&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tN-GkTKJ-ps&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tN-GkTKJ-ps&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8840048029567245008?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8840048029567245008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5842599794370009160</id><published>2008-02-17T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:55:02.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horror in the eyes</title><content type='html'>today was a tragic day. someone passed away at block 623.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a funeral. it was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm in the afternoon. like any other NP student, i was revising feverishly for my papers next week. then came a loud clang and bang..... i figured it was nothing, as such noises was pretty common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum came back from shopping and said loudly:" someone fell off the building." i ran to the kitchen window and leaned out. the scene was like some C.S.I drama. the cops were there, the body was covered in a police tent, the scene was roped off, residents were peeking out of their homes, and the karaoke people at the void decks were just staring. everyone was just watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i saw troubled me. a slipper, a metal tin, some blood. the feeling of breaking every bone in my body shook my nerves. if you had splintered yourself before, you would know how it feels like. and i watched on. for the next 3 hours, the police collected every piece of evidence, a pair of slippers, the metal tin, the body. from what i heard, the deceased was a middle-aged man. he must have fallen off the building..... if not, it could have been intentional suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while that aside, my study progress has been so-so, not to troubling except for the fact that i'm running out of time. it feels really stressful, and i'm having my seasonal outbreak now. in just 3 days time, it'll all be over, and then, the real thing starts from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5842599794370009160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5842599794370009160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/02/horror-in-eyes.html' title='horror in the eyes'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6481366130945526499</id><published>2008-02-16T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:33:21.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life goes round and round like a clock</title><content type='html'>look out! here it comes!&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't see it coming your way from behind, it's going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people say life is meaningless, it's true, we were dying the day we were born.&lt;br /&gt;when people say life is meaningful, it's true, i have my own dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the latter seems harder to accept. when you're so young, everything ahead of you, is just another option. but as you grow older, the choices are harder to make, the risks are greater, and the less happier you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day was quiet with the books and pencils. 4 hours in the library wasn't enough. and today was another day of dry lectures. and then i remembered. the singapore airshow 2008. 19th-24th of february. something i wanted to do this year. more details over here----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeairshow.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.singaporeairshow.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can afford the time to go this year, because maybe, i won't ever get the chance to ever fly a plane again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6481366130945526499?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6481366130945526499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=6481366130945526499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6481366130945526499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6481366130945526499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-life-goes-round-and-round-like.html' title='when life goes round and round like a clock'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-869147971928093040</id><published>2008-02-15T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:00:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm under constant pressure process</title><content type='html'>constant pressure process: P.v = m.R.T when you're under so much of it, and can't think straight from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's day one of exams. yes, i'm done with my EM3B, i lost 11 marks, and i should be getting an A for that. whereas, tuesday is big day thermofluids, and wednesday is high time with AMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table is like a over-weeding garden. it's full of dropped hair. god, it's so hairy. and i can't study anymore, it's pretty much due to stress overload. my pimples are coming out again, and the sleepless nights are pretty much common nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was studying with my mates, i got some nice photos in the library. some are really explicit, but some are just plain good. here are some.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7Wzz8Kv5BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jka1Fzo49es/s1600-h/15022008-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233852383421458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7Wzz8Kv5BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jka1Fzo49es/s200/15022008-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7WzfcKv5AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OgPbap0oVmQ/s1600-h/14022008(001)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233500196103170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7WzfcKv5AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OgPbap0oVmQ/s200/14022008(001)-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7W0TMKv5CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/c2BqSP53sbA/s1600-h/14022008(001)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7W0w8Kv5DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qWY9TXVikY0/s1600-h/14022008(004)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167234900355441714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R7W0w8Kv5DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qWY9TXVikY0/s200/14022008(004)-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, explicit. i have to admit, some of them took me aback when i first saw them, but, the models where pretty okay looking...... and they had nice figures, and they naturally caught my attention. P.S, they're not pornographic images for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i cancelled all my flying activities, until next saturday. which means, i can fully concentrate on my exams. but, unfortunately, tomorrow, i have my ground school briefings, and i'm going to get a surprise on how far my course is ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year was pretty okay this year, at least i wasn't working, but i had to study. damn, it was so extreme. i'm an uncle on my malaysian side of the family, and all my nephews and neices are like toddlers....unfortunately for me, i had to study and din't go. and, when i wasn't home on saturday, my house was practically in chaos. the kids were all over our new sofa and the new cushions were... totalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any other NP student, i can feel the freedom coming in from next week. and with 2 more papers to go, i can hardly catch my breath, and keep up with the study pace. and after that, its all back to flying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you down the road at the next exit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-869147971928093040?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/869147971928093040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=869147971928093040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/869147971928093040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/869147971928093040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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is it my classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of the following is the main cause of a bout of bad flu? write a program blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came in for compro test this morning, more than half the class was sick. and yesterday, i went with leon to crown plaza to have "mad jack", when he told me he wasn't feeling to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you have lunch with an ill friend, be careful so as not to get infected. unfortunately for me.... i woke up with sore throat and hot nostrils, typical signs for me that a time of flooded noses and gagging coughs are about to come in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when lunar new year is coming, it just sucks to fall ill. things to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hand in compro final assignments. either play lan with freddy and jon/or go fuhua for CNY. and finally, the night i have waited for 2 years, to spend time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so would you do this new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: i think my new blog skin looks pretty gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1901967700664249685?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1901967700664249685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1901967700664249685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1901967700664249685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1901967700664249685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-you-cant-comprehend-words-around.html' title='when you can&apos;t comprehend the words around'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4569692392864618288</id><published>2008-02-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:46:59.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alittle something extra, just for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun, by tom cruise, in this 1986 film.&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1948143549744606371&amp;hl=en-GB" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7206157405380009003</id><published>2008-02-03T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:36:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when "mistakes", just doesn't make it sound right</title><content type='html'>it's been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started at 7.00am with me rushing out to SYFC for my sortie 4, excercise 6ii. it looked extremely cloudy, with tendancies to rain. at 7.45am, i was still at woodlands, and i had to rush down, i took a cab. on seletar highway, it started raining lightly. when i got to the club at 8.05am, the weather was IMF, which was instrument flight. had my "lecture" by mr GOH CL. i left for the apron at 8.45am to do my checks, and departed at 9.00am with a few hiccupus at the end of my engine run up checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the worst excercise i ever had. i mean, flying was easy for me, it was the domestics that was alittle tough. today, i managed somehow with my cehcks and R/T with the least amount of scolding. but the flying training was a complete ZERO. zero visibility. filthy strong winds. and absolutely bad temper. i couldn't see shit outside my window, and i was completely irritated by GOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so retarded. i tried to maintain wings level, and he was trying to maintain constant heading, at the same time. it was impossible. the wind kept tipping my wings side ways, when i was flying north, the wind tipped me to the right, and i kept sliding east, vice versa. another big problem, was i couldn't regain altitude without the aircraft close stalling. the nose wouldn't pitch up the way i wanted it to, until.... i found out, it was my mistake. i didn't pull hard enough and i didn't power up the throttle. and because i couldn't see anything, i can't maintain constant nose attitude. GOH kept saying, "maintain attitude to the clouds", and i kept thinking, "what? are you born dumb?". i wanted it to end.... but i couldn't, so... kept on trying. not one of my better efforts to be honest. i lost complete motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of m debrief, he said, i was so close to failing, but as the weather played a part in today's events, i got a....DNCO. duty not carried out. thank god, that spared me from my worst fears. but, the next time, i won't be as lucky......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQrMvtchYSc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQrMvtchYSc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6490146955326394848</id><published>2008-01-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:56:15.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you fly and trip nuts at the same time</title><content type='html'>i just forget how much i like to blog. i haven't done this properly since last year. so busy and all that. common excuse is that i have nothing interesting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's no longer an excuse, unless i get phased out in phase 2 of my BFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i'm halfway through phase 1 of BFC. i seriously wish i can go near the aircraft whenever i want to, and mess with it however i want. but, there are always rules, regulations, aunties and policewoman standing by. so, it's quite bad when you don't know the vehicle you're riding that well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... today i flew with GOH CL, skylark 98. he was a nice guy. but really rough up in the skies. i messed up his call sign....... called him 93 instead of 98. and i got whoop so hard, i messed up the rest of my radio calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, checks, airmanship, and excercise not too bad, just when things got better, it turned sour again. i don't know how my aircraft sped up so fast when i turned in whiskey 2, it just did... i stoned for the entire 20 seconds, and jammed the rudder all the way to the left, oversteer the basket aircraft... talk about the fast and the furious, whiskey drift. after that, i got whalloped all over again, becos i taxi like some drunk driver. fast, slow, drift, jerk, slanted and yelled over intercom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, a man can only take "-------" this amout of screaming in his ears before he cracks and commits unreasonable mistakes. like me, for instance, after all that yelling, i forgot what is "turn off" all switches. instead, i stoned there, and turned them all back on without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so stoned, i wasn't even sure i did anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debreif and all was okay, got some praise, got some smack in the head for bad taxiing and radio calls. and then i had to report my sortie to the master... 86, SIVA. he was nagging at me, saying, " you arh, don't learn from your mistakes arh." and i was like, "yes sir, sorry sir, won't happen again sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, better luck next time i suppose...&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUmYGLIubho&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUmYGLIubho&amp;rel=1" 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href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-fly-and-trip-nuts-at-same-time.html' title='when you fly and trip nuts at the same time'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8895196348748366679</id><published>2008-01-27T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:29:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M18 is REAL</title><content type='html'>it's the 27th january guys, thanks for all the birthday greetings i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, wonderful. today is a day unlike any other. i get to fly, i get good grades for flying, i get birthday greetings. and on friday, i get to have dinner with jonni and freddi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brief history on me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years ago, when my mum first found out she was carrying me, my parents wanted to abort me. until they found out i was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor estimated my date of birth to be on the 27th of january the following year. so my mum was like, okay and yeah sure. but as the date drew closer, she realized that there was no lunar new year for her to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 26th of january 1990, 2300 hours, my grandma was praying that her grandson was to be born on the second day of the new year, just because it was auspicious. turns out i was born just after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, my mother had to spend her lunar new year in the hospial with my dad and 2 older sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's birthday sortie, excercise 4ii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out better than i expected, though sometimes i don't know how to answer my instructor, because the right words for answers to me, doesn't seem right to him. and i flew for 1.2 hours today, a long long flight, circling seletar airbase for 20 mins, just to get clearance for landing. there were 2 other guys down there doing touch and gos, so i can't butt in until their done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after touch down, i met sherry, and russell. russell was doing his first sortie, while sherry like me, was doing sortie 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to jurong point to find qijun. was summoned by him out of the blue to waste time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ends the birthday of today. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzNza21A2uo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzNza21A2uo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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REAL'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2223895765599871137</id><published>2008-01-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:33:22.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sortie 1: excercise 3,4i</title><content type='html'>today... is the day.. big day. and a big mistake to start it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/01/08 date of comencement. i started my flying programme to day. it wasn't exactly a good start too. technically, 19/01/08 was suppose to be my first sortie, but due to bad weather, it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has bad days right... today was just another one of them. it started off ok. i met my instructor an hour before my flight for briefing. and he said: go ready yourself, i'll meet you back here in ops room at 1410 and then we'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1410 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about my instructor, is.... he's a nice guy. just that once up in the air, it gets really really mono and dull. and not really, i didn't really like how my first sortie turned out, but it was an exhilerating experience. my external checks performance was a fiasco, because, under pressure, i completely forgot the parts of the aircraft.....my instructor just corrected me and explained to me. nice guy, so full of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, everything was going ok, until he asked me what was the airmanship for this excercise... my fault again, wasn't ready for anything as usual. then he nagged at me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me for the principles of EOCS... and again, i couldn't answer him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one reason, i couldn't hear him at all. everytime he chooses to talk, he talks along with the people on the radio. and he talks softly. so again, i messed up quite abit in the air... will do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it all, flying is nothing like anything on this earth. i just hope i get used to it ASAP. an jon.... please stop putting :deadddd on my tag board.... put up something nice. it's my birthday this weekend, say something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4SH-aS7JcA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4SH-aS7JcA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4697761368534129703</id><published>2008-01-01T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:10:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another year?</title><content type='html'>maybe not.... its official. by next end of january, i'll be watching M18 movies, drinking, driving, clubbing and hopefully, dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a new start. but however bad it can get, it never had to be like this. i mean. i spent the past 6 hours rushing through my AMP1 written project, and yes, i'm done. the bad news is, the IAC/COMT work isn't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy. everyone knows that. thankfully i'm not the only one. i asked kelvin and jian hui for advice and..... well, i got some pretty unhelpful bits from jian hui, and a guide from kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite pathetic in fact. i feel quite useless when jordan and melvin kept pestering me over IAC/COMT work. surprisingly, it wasn't me that pestered them like last time. well, as long as i finish the work by next monday, and everyone else is happy, i'm good with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you do on new year's eve? i had fun, though it was just movies and movies. i heard everyone went to town and vivo for count down last night. sounds like fun. meanwhile, i was still near to home. westmall parade square had this open air theatre and i spent the evening watching transformers with freddy. and after that, freddy and i headed to the cinema to watch AVP2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wasn't so bad, but quite dull. not enough AcTiOn. and in the end, me and freddy count down to new year in the cinema. it was kind of funny, but i think i was bothering quite alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, while i was leaving the parade square with freddy, i ran into someone i didn't quite know. a very gorgeous babe from JJC. even freddy stopped to look at her while i greeted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know her name.... but i prefer not to disclose it though. and anyways, good bye 2007. hellow 2008. doesn't sound very promising, this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, see you in school and soon. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGPUuPHdHQg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGPUuPHdHQg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4697761368534129703?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4697761368534129703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4697761368534129703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4697761368534129703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4697761368534129703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-year.html' title='just another year?'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6851014616490072120</id><published>2007-12-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:48:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when fire meets ice</title><content type='html'>it's almost new year's eve and, i haven't set out my new year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas was pretty quiet, but it was post christmas that was busy. painting banners, maximum tune 3, NCC, fish &amp; co., swensens, dental appointment with hot hot dentist joanna choo, jane's post christmas/early new year's party, and finally not forgeting my new commitment, SYFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the holidays draws itself to a close. i find myself wishing that time can just disappear and just leave me alone. it's been a bumping year, and i as i wirte out the day's post, i improvise on some new resolutions for the coming rat year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's first?&lt;br /&gt;1. get through SYFC all the way to PPL no sweat, and AT year 2 no worries.&lt;br /&gt;2. get a girlfriend this year&lt;br /&gt;3. stop getting groin rashes and skin problems on my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;4. have a nice birthday this year, even if it's a quiet one.&lt;br /&gt;5. stay healthy, don't overwork myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired. even at the end of the year. it's like when fire meets ice. work = fire. me = ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have plenty of assignments left untouched. IAC/COMT, AMP and SYFC stuff. so when you put fire and ice together, there's going to be alot of cloudy weather. it'll rain on me soon. let's just hope new year's going to be alittle quiet, just like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-c94VVU7zc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-c94VVU7zc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6851014616490072120?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6851014616490072120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=6851014616490072120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6851014616490072120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6851014616490072120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-fire-meets-ice.html' title='when fire meets ice'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4655547302674127704</id><published>2007-12-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:18:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you see can scar you for life</title><content type='html'>i'm being serious here. on the 20th of dec 0030 hours in the morning, i saw things that left me hanging. and the people with me were left with ice kachang melting in their open mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you've known already, i've been going back to the chalet for 4 days straight. and yesterday was a stay over. night cycling from downtown to changi village was a short one, though it took an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sores all over my balls and ass by the time we got to changi village. and so, we hung around there eating some deserts, and we got quite a shock of our lives. a very beautiful woman happened to walk past our table...and i couldn't help noticing, she wasn't exactly female.... she had a man's built. and okay, if that wasn't convincing enough, the group of people that followed was. one was definately a transvestite and the rest were like ugly vultures. i choked on the ice kachang when i first saw them settle at the table near us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm talking about this one person. muscular. tanned. long hair. had boobs. looked like some cow. and had a deep voice. she/he tried to dress revealing and it looked like the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commandmant number one to all transvestites out there. don't dress like a woman until you really are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... we finished up the desert, and headed to changi beach park. it's a breezy night, beautiful night sky, and excellent landing and take off views of airplanes. shame we had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cycled back to the resort and hung around pasir ris beach park for abit. and went back to shower and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what else do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNW_WK3IUvs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNW_WK3IUvs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch, i'll tell you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4655547302674127704?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4655547302674127704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4655547302674127704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4655547302674127704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4655547302674127704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-you-see-can-scar-you-for-life.html' title='what you see can scar you for life'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2326850108058998366</id><published>2007-12-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:44:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story of love and obsession</title><content type='html'>its almost one month, again, since i last blog, but I have been BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, busy. how so? i'm officially in the youth flying club! yes.... i'm bragging, i feel like some show off doing stunts again. but hey, i feel good about it. the only worry left, is how long am i going to last in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, 1st comes 1st. in 8 days, its christmas. feels good doesn't it.... quickly and silently, one year has waltzed right past our life. and next month, i'll be turning 18.... so i guess that means its time for some companionship? so love? so romance? or maybe just the samething i do every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what hassan said, you keep seeing those hot chicks, but never manage to hook them up. i have to admit, he's kinda right. but anyways, its nothing i should worry about now, since i'm born like that. what i really should concern about is my life in school and SYFC..... like any good child, studies come first. and sex, much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next up, its chalet week in costa sands downtown east, and only the gay brotherhood is there. sadly, why only them? the chalet was booked way in advanced, and everyone promised to come. but apparently.... i can't really bring myself to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its fun there. i've been there on monday, and tuesday. and juggling the fun and SYFC is no mean feat. i'm gonna try heading down tommorrow again, so guys, try to turn up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the start of the holidays, and i dread to return to school next month/year. i can predict, a couple of my common tests was done pretty so-so, and my thermofluid went flunked out the window. and i worked so hard for it. it's more like a scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... no more school for now. it's time for fun. except there are still projects. AMP, and IAC/COMT, and SYFC. life's like a bed of roses eh? it's beautiful, but there are thorns everywhere. so watch where you put your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas, what are you doing this christmas? slacking? couch potato? wandering arounbd orchard/vivo? well, i hope there's someone who can keep me company this chirstmas. and i hope it isn't my family again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, happy holidays folks, i'll see all of you on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhhugemQi9I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhhugemQi9I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2326850108058998366?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2326850108058998366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=2326850108058998366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2326850108058998366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2326850108058998366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-love-and-obsession.html' title='a story of love and obsession'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-937804713829069566</id><published>2007-11-24T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:46:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many times do people need to save the world?</title><content type='html'>ok, it's been over a month since i last blogged....really, there's nothing much to blog about recently, and school work, hasn't been good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, if you want to call me out, pick a nicer place please? i don't intend to spend my weekend in a dingy room with pool tables. so.... please, come up with something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've been watching lots of interesting stuff. thanks to abel, i've manage to get a hold of Heroes season 1, and abit of season 2....  and man vs. wild season 1 and 2, future weapons, and life in the undergrowth. all of which, are great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes....it's a great show. except for the fact, it's really long winded, and, it's the second time they are trying to save the world. so once wasn't exactly enough. i mean, won't anyone gets tired of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun.... i was hanging out with qi jun, delvin, wee keong, yi ping and shuai ming.... it was fun. and....at the end of the day, i won something. meet spongebob:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R0fIVBR8DYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dUF2SmBS6yY/s1600-h/24112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R0fIVBR8DYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dUF2SmBS6yY/s200/24112007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136294163485822338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see you guys and girls soon..... it's almost christmas. and my birthday, is in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-937804713829069566?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/937804713829069566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=937804713829069566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/937804713829069566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/937804713829069566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-many-times-do-people-need-to-save.html' title='how many times do people need to save the world?'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/R0fIVBR8DYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dUF2SmBS6yY/s72-c/24112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7365710077908213731</id><published>2007-10-17T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:34:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new age of people....and a new age of idiots</title><content type='html'>its day 3 of school! and NO! i'm not lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a big shock of my life on day one. i heard the modules this sem were pretty tough from the 1.2 students last sem during subang, but when the AMP lecturer came into class and discussed the module, i thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"derek old man, is this what you really heard of last month?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of panicked. but anyway, lesson ended at 12 noon. so that was it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were totally unheard of. the AMP lecture continued. we had 8 chapters of dung to memorise and chuck it out on the exam paper. i felt like a total dick. the lecturer was so very boring, it was almost impossible to stay awake in his class. follow up this horrible module, was another one that put people on the edge of their seats, chewing up their nails and paper. C programming = learning computer language. which was complicated, and boring, and tedious, and stupid. the good thing about it, is probably it's not examinable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go back abit further. to the days before school reopened. the timetable was out and when i looked at it, the first words were like: god damn it. it's a messed up schedule and my days in ngee ann were a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, its really alot better than some others, in a way.... at least mine doesn't have a huge interval in-between lessons. while others could use the time to.... smell grass, pluck grass, smell air and all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its back to basics on wednesdays and fridays. D &amp; T all over again. learning isometric and orthographic drawing, and drawing on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mathematics took to another level with EM3B. but still cannot make it in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened just now. i went to westmall for a haircut. as some of you know, it's impossible for me to do so right now, but it's really itching on the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the hairdressers, and the said&lt;br /&gt;"25 bucks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit, with my hair this short, it's still 25 bucks. i said, no way. go find some grass to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to another one nearby, and the said &lt;br /&gt;"18 dollars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i argued, and the finally said&lt;br /&gt;"16 la 16 la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hairdresser behind me was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man... this guy still needs a cut? he doesn't even have hair long enough to cover his pubes. but he was still ok with it. and it turned out pretty ok on my end too.... but the back is pretty nerdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is IS day, so it's pretty much slack. but i have to go ngee ann earlier to patch up my notebook. some programs still not in there to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for this period.i'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq9ML-0HEsg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq9ML-0HEsg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....i dont exactly like high school musical, but the song's pretty good....so i'll share it with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7365710077908213731?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-360875181440338646</id><published>2007-10-02T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:21:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad... the senile trouble</title><content type='html'>morning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alittle early to blog, so i'll make it short. dad lost his marbles again today. he actually said he'd take the housing agent to court. i was like, "dude! what's your business man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's not the end of it... when he didn't get the warm white steamed rice from the char siew man, he actually went over to his shop and dog fight with him. i was having dinner with him, and there were cute girls nearby and.... yes, i have no face to show anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhile later, qi jun called me out to hang out with his peeps. china girl and whitey girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled cooled and tired.&lt;br /&gt;here's something i thought i might show you guys. thrilling adventures of the sky.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INb-421E-mo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INb-421E-mo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one. the horros of the air&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1aKxAN7bAs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1aKxAN7bAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8353413223972644923</id><published>2007-09-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:09:50.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guinness.......how pool came about</title><content type='html'>i'll come back to the title in awhile... so let's get on with today's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oK. today, sortied to jurong point with a small squadron of "monster hunter" players, played pool, played daytona, played world combat, and met adrian and his friends. it seems they were just done with their prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, just hung around frontier CC.... and took some pictures. no gay pics, but hey, which guy like to cam whore in the first place eh? there was a photo gallery there, of scenery taken by professional or amatuer photographers from all over the world. so i took photos of some of the nice ones, but the lighting was really bad. in some of the photos i took, only half the picture was bright and colourful... whereas the other half was dimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went back home, bought pasta and went home. well, after yesterday's dung scare in the lift, i decided a much healthier way of travel.... however, it does have it's drawbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems couples often make use of the stairwell as a "make-out" spot, and do their lovey-dovey there. so you know, i was on my way home up the stairs, and then i encountered this couple, doing their...talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how inconvinient. i mean, can't they talk somewhere else? it's not exactly private in the stairwell too, you know what i mean. and then they had to stand up and let me through. i probably turned off their urges or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to the title. how pool came about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rOlJbb661k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rOlJbb661k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQ68m4LIRH4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQ68m4LIRH4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/msiyC-yqbJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/msiyC-yqbJk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8353413223972644923?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8353413223972644923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8353413223972644923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8353413223972644923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everyday sneezing. but just now, it got a whole lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was heading out for dinner with my old man. we were about to step into the lift when my dad jumped back and shouted in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.....i thought someone had like plastered some wet mashed up cardboard on the lift buttons. but... on closer look at it...ooo the smell was terrible. someone actually smeared the entire set of lift buttons with human poo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was before dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't eat much later on. didn't really have the appetite. when we got back, the bangalahs were like cleaning the dung with newspaper. and i was like wonder.... never use wet cloth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour was like there, holding a bottle of DKNY perfume. spraying scent into the lift seems to be the best solution. water is out of the question... and so is using the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for mid-autumn eh? well, JC kids, keeping on going. once your promos are over, call me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3BRUav-JVM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3BRUav-JVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3173012800127376952?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3173012800127376952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3173012800127376952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still haven't return me my aber crombie yet. i getting very sian liao. my wardrobe missing my favourite sweater. you better return it to me after your promos end, or i'll turn you into a choo choo train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about. went back to my old casa to settle the PUB thing. and meet up with my old mates. even if it was for only awhile. it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still it beats being only in my room with only DVDs, VCDs to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, it gets really lonely when you only have dad to talk to. he's pretty senile nowadays. it scares the shit out of me, when he asks me if i ate lunch, when it's 3 o clock....and i already had lunch next to him at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most likely, my chances of getting into SYFC is 100%. but my chances of staying in there are pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new residence is a really noisy place. can't sleep at night without shutting the windows. constantly awoken by a scrambler, hardy davison, or a truck with a choked exhaust. just when i want to sleep in later, the garbage truck comes with full throttle. sleeping early also poses a problem. the last train doesn't leave until about 12.15am and the last bus leaves at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convient as it is, it's quite a price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9E_lHeitvg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9E_lHeitvg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2389062734681698209?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-9063205832401355164</id><published>2007-09-20T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:51:38.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment in life with me</title><content type='html'>evening folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't much to post about today, just maybe about my dad losing his marbles again over some housing agent dispute last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a request from ken, i had to edit yesterday's post about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very bored staying at home. i can feel my flesh decay. call me out, someone. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eppA8J9aZg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eppA8J9aZg" 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href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/09/moment-in-life-with-me.html' title='a moment in life with me'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1885781821590673369</id><published>2007-09-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:52:50.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twist, eat, run</title><content type='html'>TODAY's the DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. big day for long sleeve shirts and pants. it's the SYFC interview day, and i was nearly late. long long long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very hot in the afternoon, and damn, the heat baked the earth like a pie. i got to the woodlands just in time to take 168 to Jalan Kayu. everything was going well until i reached the bus stop at jalan kayu. i realized the bus to west camp was like at 1.30pm... another 15 mins to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.....then another 15 mins passed and the bus came, entered the bus bay, and left, without picking anyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was left stranded there with 2 other SYFC guys. also going for interview. so we were like sian and damn it. so i called Bo Ju to see if he was on his way and if he could pick us up. and the story goes on blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when me and Bo Ju entered the waiting room, the lady there was like; why so late? then i answered; toilet. XD then she did all the admin stuff and me and Bo Ju were like last to be interviewed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the waiting time.... i swear waitng is the most dangerous thing to do in that room. i could have died from boredom. it was so boring. music was forbidden by Bo Ju, and the admin lady was like yik yik yak yak, wouldn't stop yapping away about SYFC problems and her bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at last. it was my turn inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much stupid and lame stuff they ask. about my previous NCC lifestyle. how i'm going to manage my life in SYFC. what career i look to in the future. what kind of plane i'd like to fly in RSAF.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latter was quite and interesting one. i said i'd fly the F-15 strike eagle. why? they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt stumped....&lt;br /&gt;derek;" i feel it's safer beacuse it has a twin engine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general manager:" you think a pilot feels safe whenever he flies meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted....&lt;br /&gt;derek:" uh... on second thought, because it looks nicer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general manager:" why? because got twin tail arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say so....&lt;br /&gt;derek:" uh...no...because more sexy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that..... everything else was pretty much A Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the put the long story short about what kind of life SYFC is like, it's hectic. no time for girl's. no time for other CCA. and must travel alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..... that's it for today. anyone in for a game of pool? call me. or swimming? call me. soccer? call me. anytime..... i got my new sexy tiwsty yummy nokia 5700. no fear, i'll always hear my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBfbnjjjdKw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBfbnjjjdKw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1885781821590673369?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1885781821590673369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1885781821590673369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1885781821590673369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1885781821590673369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/09/twist-eat-run.html' title='twist, eat, run'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-6194811825084757871</id><published>2007-09-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:06:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er.... is this blog still in use?</title><content type='html'>good question. i don't know. let's find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.... evening folks. it's been like 2 months since i last posted something on the blog. it's really a shame. interesting stuff do happen sometimes, it's just that i can't seem movtivated to fill in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. big news. i just moved into my 4 room apartment in bukit batok central. &lt;&lt;yeah&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some shit here. it takes like 30 seconds to get to westmall and 1 minute to get to the bus interchange. how cool is that. i pretty much unpacked all my stuff, and... no; i still have to share the room with my sister. &gt;&gt;sucks&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, event after event keeps on happening like some wild street race. more good news, i got my letter, short listed to go for an interview in SYFC... alrighty yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent events such as....subang trip..... &gt;&gt;very very big mistake&lt;&lt; i didn't even get to sit in the damn cockpit. i just like.... stared at the blasted planes for like 4 hours.... and it was my turn, they like cancled the flights. so in the end, only 7 people flew in the eagles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did they cancel the flights? thank some caucassian (or was it malaysian?) pilot.... apparently, while landing, the plane crashed and landed in a pile next to the runway. pilot and student were busted up... but oK.  no photos.... but the look on my face was priceless... for the rest of the trip... we ended up shopping and borrowing more money to shop. i know.... guys shop too.... couldn't really afford the good stuff, so i had to do with the not-so-good items. support piracy... it's better than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... you know... i kinda delayed my post because of my exams..... did oK.... but the GPA was really suck. it's like a low low 3.32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta work harder next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's holidays time.... and it's ending in a few weeks time. i guess i can kiss goodbye this holiday soon. it's pretty lonely. i kinda miss my homies back home. now i have to call this apartment home.... no regrets, but it wasn't my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC kids, study hard, i know you won't be reading this post anytime soon, but hey, your promos are gonna kill you. if you know it can't work out, just call me, i'll speak to my course manager, get you a recomendation letter to aerospace in ngee ann to keep me company! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best for your promos, if you flung, call me. if you pass, call me, we go for pool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, see you 'round, keep in touch. my new address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block 623&lt;br /&gt;bukit batok central&lt;br /&gt;#09-678&lt;br /&gt;singapore 650623&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following information is classified. if you're sending me a snail mail, use the address. if you're looking for my house, try to call me first? k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7p4mioawIA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7p4mioawIA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-6194811825084757871?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6194811825084757871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=6194811825084757871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6194811825084757871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/6194811825084757871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/09/er-is-this-blog-still-in-use.html' title='er.... is this blog still in use?'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5593273092022492822</id><published>2007-07-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:19:49.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epilouge</title><content type='html'>today, is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone, finally, something exciting has happened. today is the day i take a joyride up in the clouds, 4000 feet up with 2 other students and a pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a better way to describe today was, G-Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, yes. today started out at SYFC as wet and damp. the flight was delayed for an hour. and when it was finally clear to take to the skies, it was already 4.05pm. the pilot took me, BoJu and Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? flying is one of man's greatest achivements so far. and when the plane took off it was like feeling free! no longer bound by gravity anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up at 4000 feet, we saw singapore from a different angle. small, compact, and hazy. the weather was so cloudy that the scene turned pretty grey. but it was still nice. and as we got higher, the pilot was pointed out several landmarks from the plane window, the cool thing was, he actually used the wing to point to the landmarks. he was pretty cool for an old geezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, we get to experience the G-Force. yea, and i made the most nice, swooning Woooooooooooo, everytime we hit the G-Force. he tiped the plane left at 90 degrees and banked the plane left. straightened up, and followed with a tip to the right and banked sharply right again. everytime he did such a maneouver, every organ in my body moved up to my lungs and my heart was squeezing out of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and that wasn't the end of it. he pitched upwards sharply again, and banked leftwards. man, that was heart stopping, he didn't really say he was going to do such a move. then what followed it was the best one yet. he pitched the plane down, and it sky rocketed down to earth and as he did so, he rolled the plane gently back to straight and level. wow, i can actually feel my butt leaving the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.... what was really funny was when we came in to land, we were losing altitude so fast that the throttle had to be on full again. when we landed, the pilot complained we were too heavy and it was impossible to land without full throttle. Note* if any of you don't understand, approach any AT student or SYFC dude and ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's it for today, and todays song is,&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgu9tUmUYfo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgu9tUmUYfo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovestoned... i think she knows - justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news flash&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2WrORjJYqc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2WrORjJYqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5593273092022492822?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5593273092022492822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5593273092022492822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5593273092022492822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5593273092022492822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/epilouge.html' title='epilouge'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3663907606394907310</id><published>2007-07-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:16:08.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelude</title><content type='html'>hi everyone. i'm back from a long draught. it's been raining constantly this week and tomorrow is my joyride at SYFC. pray hard it doesn't rain tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry i coudn't blog all of last week. but hey! today is speacial. it's marcus's 17th birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really say the past few weeks events have been exciting or fun. just boring, mundane and hectic. not my kind of lifestyle. and as time flies by, i'm nearing my semester exam. and the one thing i'm really worried about is ETE. the only module i can't keep up with.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRFVn9D2agA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRFVn9D2agA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and neither can i say i'm enjoying the life right now. i'm having some second thoughts about my future again, and i'm really wondering if i should take a step back or rush to the end? i'm really having quite abit on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about the flipside of life&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwGExkhXqrg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwGExkhXqrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;the things i'm really glad about is CATS is finally over, S &amp; W is the last one next week, and i'm left with one more major bad ass project on my backside. at least the world isn't short of pretty girls XD hahaha. it isn't the end yet. i've still got a long long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss her... even though i've told myself countless and endless times not to think of her, she just slides into my head unknowingly. kind of like poison in my mind. what's worse, i keep thinking of the blasted ETE module. and it turns out, that seems to be the cause my of my short term memory loss. xgroanx...&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJWIVUt1Pq0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJWIVUt1Pq0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read harry potter and the DH. wasn't that much of a kick like i expected, really short too. and the ending was pretty mushy and cheezy as well. but it's recommended for all viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've come to the end of my post for tonight. i'm sorry, that some stories can't have a happy ending, as for many like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night and happy birthday marcus. and today's songs are all by the click five, from their latest album, morden minds and pastimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3663907606394907310?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3663907606394907310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3663907606394907310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3663907606394907310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3663907606394907310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/prelude.html' title='prelude'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8579570894775886847</id><published>2007-07-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:57:30.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 32</title><content type='html'>it's friday night, baby, are you sleeping? hahaha, it's getting pretty late now. i'm really tired. it's a short post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, today's events aren't really eciting. same as yesterday. recently, life has become pretty mundane, and boring. i need some edge on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i'm looking forward to? this sunday, i'm going over to my new house to check it out. see what's it like. i'll give you some insight in my new home. and, i hope i can get a new mobile phone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, that's it for today. turn in early. it's saturday tommorrow. don't wake up late. try to go to the beach...&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgC4FvUNFlc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgC4FvUNFlc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8579570894775886847?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8579570894775886847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8579570894775886847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8579570894775886847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8579570894775886847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-32.html' title='chapter 32'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7808685312824410825</id><published>2007-07-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:44:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 31 : broken souls</title><content type='html'>it's 11.30pm right now, sorry for posting this late. i just got back from NCC officers meeting at westmall..... damn, mr chia sure can talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. broken. weakened. vulnerable. i need a break. i haven't been able to get up from bed properly the entire week. i feel damn wobbly all over. even when doing CATS project, i nearly fell asleep in the breeze. god, that felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, S &amp; W was wet and dirty. my kind of thing. learning how to dive behind the ball and catch it. apparently, it was harder than it looks. and the person who really got on my nerves today was nicholas. that clown has all the verbs in your face, but can't make himself useful at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like complaining anymore. i just want to hug something and go to sleep. my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i found out something about myself. i officially can't have any relationship with choclates. not even chocolate milk..... it gives me acne outbreaks. just when life has taken everything from me, and now, even choclate milk? last X'mas, it was choclates, last year peanut butter, and now this? i feel so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can't get any worse than this. if only i can turn back time....&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9j_RZDqYc4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9j_RZDqYc4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is clocks, by coldplay. i guess this is where time can really be turned back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7808685312824410825?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7808685312824410825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7808685312824410825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7808685312824410825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7808685312824410825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-31-broken-souls.html' title='chapter 31 : broken souls'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3613604292863065552</id><published>2007-07-11T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:08:20.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 30 : just the right amount of feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RpSNQv4jHyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mrlUGHASx80/s1600-h/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RpSNQv4jHyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mrlUGHASx80/s200/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085845198079205154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good afternoon laddies, i'm blogging early today, because, i don't think i will have much time tonight to blog. anyways, this is just an attempt to make up for lost last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't exactly my happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to start it of, mr liang stopped me from stepping into class this morning because i managed to avoid all the temperature taking checkpoints and coming to class without my "sticker". then, my team presenting ETE lecture today was only a one man team. me. only i was ready to present my lecture. next.... we just receive full details on AMMP project, for assembly of aircraft. and it's due in 2 weeks. and FAT project has taken a major setback, my airbus specifications has to be scrapped and done from scratch on another model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm feeling really dead. and tommorrow and the day other will be hell. hectic schedules for the days and weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it really makes me pissed. i just wish for one day to like, take a stroll on the beach, pick shells, soak my body in the salty water and dry myself in the blasting hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for today. i'm feeling pretty fed up. so before i sign of, let me present you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the fray, with "over my head"&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz4uLmbiLa4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz4uLmbiLa4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3613604292863065552?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3613604292863065552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3613604292863065552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3068648541956103336</id><published>2007-07-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:45:59.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 29</title><content type='html'>hello chums. how's it going ya?it's been awhile since i last blogged. i'm kinda busy with my social life, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aerospace technology has taken quite a turn into hardcore. literally. the guys in my class resort to pornographic videos sometimes... well, the one who really started all this gay porn stuff would be william, and his supplier from RP. hahaha, ok. it gets pretty cold, so i won't say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. projects have started coming in. mr yeoh, tutor/lecturer of FAT has issued assignments on aircraft comparison. yeah. i made a big mistake choosing airbus A350-800 as my airbus product (it's too new).whereas edwin is having problems with his russian aircrafts (too ulu) and shun yuan with his boeing 7 series (too high tech).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all have our ups and downs. ETE also has taken quite a serious phase. as we are nearing the end of the module, we actually have no idea what we have been studying uptill now (it gets worse). mr ong has asked us to do a presentation by tommorrow, and well, i have no idea what i'm presenting, even if the work is all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda tired from the start of the term. we get back, we start work, we get bored of it, we want to quit. well, that's angela's case. it gets pretty sad. we end up saying cold jokes about being an all guys class. but, come to think of it, it's really not that bad. at least now angela doesn't have to feel the pressure of being the only girl in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been trying out something recently. the piano. yea. and i'm not good at it. hahahaha. i've been trying it out for leisure. playing songs from different bands. augustana, the fray, coldplay, the all-american rejects. so far, it's only the all-american rejcts that has proved too difficult. as for the others, i got them right.... somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good news to my friends living in bukit batok. i'm moving to the HDBs near westmall, as for my friends in hoover park estate, i'll still be living near here, so i'll play soccer anytime... if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's music video is..... the scientist. by coldplay.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3Kd7IGPyeg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3Kd7IGPyeg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3068648541956103336?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4954041354929675463</id><published>2007-07-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:45:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yellowcard episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqQh1KxoylE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqQh1KxoylE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dc8hHtc886Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dc8hHtc886Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are 2 simliar videos but different styles of singing. i hope you'd enjoy the clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a few years already. nearly 5, since i started listening to yellowcard. this is the first song i ever heard from their album.... and i'd say, it's one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song, and only this song so far, has lyrics that makes me feel, and understand, that love is possible for anyone... even if he's the devil. it sounds really mushy, i admit it, but hey, the song caught me off guard back then, and till this day, it's in every MP3 i've ever owned, every CD i've ever burnt, every previous computer in my house and the song i've played everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's yellowcard, with "ocean avenue". good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4954041354929675463?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4954041354929675463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4954041354929675463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4954041354929675463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4954041354929675463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/yellowcard-episode.html' title='yellowcard episode'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-756926351430540021</id><published>2007-07-02T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:44:54.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 28 : the great escape</title><content type='html'>it's a humid evening, good night everyone. how're you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really boring in my room... hearing the cats outside meowing and growling away at each other.... it's mating season again... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing big happened today. just some bleeps and bloopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, is the fragile disappearance of miss angela kwek. after attending the 2 hour lecture with mr ong yong hoe, she disappeared out of thin air.... well, she didn't turn up for school last friday as well.... could mean something fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if angela fails to turn up for school in the next few days, i'm likely to know what happened... and there goes our last and only female in our class... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things to look forward to, my joyride is coming up on the 28th of this month. really really excited. i'll be like in the warrior and zipping around the sky like a bee with the pilot. totally cool. i guess some things are worth the wait... while others, i'm not to sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get over her, and move on. but it's harder than ever. i just made up my mind, that somethings can't be changed and some people aren't made for each other. i hope what i'm doing is the right thing.... because it's the hardest thing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a music video for you. it's "the great escape" by the "boys like girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5VdYqd6CdA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5VdYqd6CdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see you soon. signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-756926351430540021?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/756926351430540021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=756926351430540021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/756926351430540021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/756926351430540021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-28-great-escape.html' title='chapter 28 : the great escape'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4230334133285675676</id><published>2007-07-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:06:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 27 : move, moving, moved on</title><content type='html'>evening everyone... it's a full moon out there in the dark night sky. for the lecherous males on the prowl, now's the time to do your every 28 day thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days in casa de chan has been pretty dark recently.... my parents are now in tragic pain.... we sold the house (undisclosed sum) and now we can't buy anything with this money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really lost.... as the child of this household, i can't do anything but pray for the storm to be over without any tragedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, reality check, i'm currently working back at cathy on weekends. part-time. anyone who feels like dinning there please feel free to call for my service =D just messing with you, no way my manager will let me go near the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, well, there's more to it, my assitant manager upsized my pay. from the usual 6, its become 7 bucks an hour. yea... at the rate it's going, i'm gonna get my new phone pronto. what do you think about 5700? it's the new click 5 phone. it's pretty snazzy. and very pretty. with the twisty twisty parts.....mmm.. my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks, i'm getting really tired right now. i'm signing off. but before i go, here's : the darkness - i believe in a thing called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-4VOLeKBOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-4VOLeKBOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... it's pretty gay. but look at it from a different perspective. how about exploring sex the wrong way? hahaha, have a good laugh at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4230334133285675676?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7810629614736336884</id><published>2007-06-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:05:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the band behind the band - webisode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69vZsNCk5z8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69vZsNCk5z8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7810629614736336884?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7810629614736336884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7810629614736336884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7810629614736336884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7810629614736336884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/band-behind-band-webisode-4.html' title='the band behind the band - webisode 4'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2655038721294016140</id><published>2007-06-26T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:30:28.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the click five - jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just came out... so i'm happy to share with everyone. the new album is called "morden minds and pastimes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2655038721294016140?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2655038721294016140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=2655038721294016140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2655038721294016140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2655038721294016140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/click-five-jenny.html' title='the click five - jenny'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-812255003591623655</id><published>2007-06-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:41:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 26 : a new beginning to something old</title><content type='html'>it's a really stuffy evening on a tuesday. hey folks, i know i promised the details on the saturday events, but i never knew they would be delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i'm sorry. didn't meant for this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm skipping fencing training again, it was intentional..... sorry farhan. couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. back to the topic. today's post is really long. so be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning started out in a really interesting way. ever seen a small monitor lizard up close? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDs0CyobhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HPOqPmNitl0/s1600-h/23062007207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080320758520507922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDs0CyobhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HPOqPmNitl0/s200/23062007207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, well freddy was a little scary, so the little critter rushed to hide. well, we trekked along the road to the HSBC treetop walk. i'll tell ya, the view up there is a knock out. literally. i mean there's nothing there to see. only treetops. so yea, it's knock out when you realized that you trekked 4.2km for viewing treetops. but, if you look closely, there are some really nice scenes. look down for example.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDt6iyobiI/AAAAAAAAADE/gFrxdDoXn78/s1600-h/23062007208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080321969701285410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDt6iyobiI/AAAAAAAAADE/gFrxdDoXn78/s200/23062007208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and look far away....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDuziyobjI/AAAAAAAAADM/3KMhSIHoPBA/s1600-h/23062007209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080322948953828914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDuziyobjI/AAAAAAAAADM/3KMhSIHoPBA/s200/23062007209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;nice ain't it? okay! so here's what happens next. we got off the suspension bridge, and we walked along the wooden platform pathway provided. we saw a giant ant crawling along the planks and nothing escapes freedy peh's N73 camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDwMiyoblI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZSn52zWyAss/s1600-h/23062007210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080324477962186322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDwMiyoblI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZSn52zWyAss/s200/23062007210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after all that HSBC treetop hike, it's time to head back to bukit timah. well, if it's boys, you'd think that everything that we see in nature is there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDxdiyobmI/AAAAAAAAADk/zhLbKdibtso/s1600-h/23062007211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080325869531590242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDxdiyobmI/AAAAAAAAADk/zhLbKdibtso/s200/23062007211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDxxCyobnI/AAAAAAAAADs/u0jYepiMlfA/s1600-h/23062007212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080326204539039346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDxxCyobnI/AAAAAAAAADs/u0jYepiMlfA/s200/23062007212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, you ask any one on the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;road what the following pictures are suppose to show, they'd tell you, it's a hole in the ground. but if you ask boys from 4C.... we'd tell you something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. you can say that's about all of our commando expedition. the rest of the hike was to get to and through rifle range road.... and we walked past several interesting sites. school of ammunition (what do they teach there?) singapore technologies something something else. PUB water treatment plant. and the home of a band of monkeys.finally, we reached the bridge over PIE. the big satelites along the highway, you know? there were some people fixing the starhub and M1 cable lines and well....marvin and hassan kept hitting the cables on the other end... so you know how the technicians reacted... well, the PIE wasn't exactly a knock out view, but it was windy and breezy...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD0ESyobqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jIkkte36kZw/s1600-h/23062007213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080328734274776738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD0ESyobqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jIkkte36kZw/s200/23062007213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, we walked past the PUB area and into durian loop. the place has got lots of durians.... and there were people around there picking durians XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, we practically sang our way out of bukit timah hill and turned to look back...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD0uCyobrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uUbyLET7RQM/s1600-h/23062007214.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080329451534315186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD0uCyobrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uUbyLET7RQM/s200/23062007214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally over and time for lunch... though the 4 of us would have prefered to sleep in Courts for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the next half of the day was equally fun, though we did nothing much. they really make me do weird things... those 2 girls.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD2DCyobtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LEnkeQm0a6E/s1600-h/P1010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080330911823195858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD2DCyobtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LEnkeQm0a6E/s200/P1010822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they ask too much, you just don't want to listen.....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD2miyobuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tlFrT_SKYl4/s1600-h/P1010823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080331521708551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoD2miyobuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tlFrT_SKYl4/s200/P1010823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the part where they asked me to pose like jessica alba in the fantastic 4 photo...but anyway, it was fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er hem. back to the present day. since yesterday, i've been getting back test results and... so far the one that looks most promising is my Engineering Mechanics...followed by ETE and finally FAT (which really sucked)...tommorrow, i'll be getting back my last paper. EG2... wish me luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, earlier, i was walking back home past the bike accident area, and i noticed they placed a convew mirror at the T junction. this really pissed me off. i mean, does it always have to take one person's life just to make everyone else notice the danger? if they had placed a mirror there earlier, i wouldn't have to reapir my bike, and my hand would still be alright. grrrhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for today, just for a side show, here's something from ice age 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZvZl8LdOXI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZvZl8LdOXI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-812255003591623655?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/812255003591623655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=812255003591623655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/812255003591623655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/812255003591623655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-26-new-beginning-to-something.html' title='chapter 26 : a new beginning to something old'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RoDs0CyobhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HPOqPmNitl0/s72-c/23062007207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5327493300250114517</id><published>2007-06-23T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:05:40.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 25 : hectic day</title><content type='html'>today's blog is suppose to be pretty long, but i don't have the pictures of today's events with me yet, so maybe i'll post it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok good evening everyone. it's pretty warm here in my room. i just got back from the edge of town with loretta and atiqah. great day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the first half of the day. its around 9.30am and me and the boys took a 20 min trip to macritchie reservoir on 157 and started our 10.2 km hike back to bukit timah hill. you can say the 10 km was really unexpected, i didn't know we trekked that far. well, anyway, we ended up at the bottom of bukit timah hill at around 1.30pm in the afternoon and had lunch at Al-Azhar. the details of the trip will be on the next post. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second half of the day started at around 2.30pm. yea, i dashed out of the house and took a bus ride to dhoby ghaut to meet up with atiqah and loretta. and in the end, i had to wait till 4.00pm for them to turn up in front of me. and then we walked around plaza singapura, let the girls do their "designer rags" business with some weirdo lady at macdonalds and headed to cathy to catch a movie; nancy drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the movie wasn't bad actually. in fact, it was pretty good. recommended for all ages and bored people. again, i promise to upload some pictures once atiqah sends me them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climax of the day. well, it should be pretty obvious, that lately, my dad has been inviting people to check out the house, and that we were going to sell it. it just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the past 17 years of my life since birth under this roof. and now, we're moving out? what about my neighbours? what about soccer? what about the girl next door? and mum said it in my face, "son, what do you think these people are here for? of course they're going to buy the house, in the mean time, we have to find somewhere else to live". good lord. this is so unfair! ok guys, if you're reading this, i'll do my best to make sure i still stay in the district, so i can meet up with you lads and kick some balls around all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for today, i just want to show you something.... remember eric dill left the click five? well i always remember the days when i use to sit at the back of the class trying to sing songs from the click five. if you're not eric dill, then well trying to sing the click five songs is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bad music to everyone elses ears.&lt;br /&gt;2. torturous to everyone else around you.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;3. interrupting miss chua's english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'll get straight to the point, here's what i'll like to show you, how the new click five came about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5abfC_RdrQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5abfC_RdrQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvrbV6iKeYU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yvrbV6iKeYU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpYIcB9gVMM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpYIcB9gVMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the series isn't complete yet, so be patient. it will come out soon. have a good evening, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5327493300250114517?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5327493300250114517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5327493300250114517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5327493300250114517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5327493300250114517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-25-hectic-day.html' title='chapter 25 : hectic day'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3828229805807784532</id><published>2007-06-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:41:44.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 24</title><content type='html'>ok little boys and girls, it's a humid friday night and yes! i just got back from jurong point with the little band of boys from 4C. and now, we're deciding what we're going to do tommorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's the hard bit. i don't know who to follow tommorrow. if atiqah sends me a message in the middle of the night, i'm not going with her and loretta. well...as for the guys, better make it quick. going hiking in the morning is really tiring. i'm getting irritated with the indecisiveness. and atiqah, want to contact me, contact me PRONTO! underSTOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things NOT to look forward to next week. school. school work. NCC day parade. wearing NO.3 to school. and getting my common test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i really want to do next week. go out with "somebody". watch a movie with "somebody". have dinner with "somebody". talk to "somebody", and send her home after all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the departure of eric dill has been quite a shock to me, recently. i still haven't gotten used to hearing the click five songs in a lower tone. doesn't sound right. well anyways, anyone looking for "jenny" MP3, please do contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next big thing..... maybe... i was thinking. should i cut bald again? well.... seeing hassan without hair on his head brought back some good memories from last year's crazy adventure. looks really nonstalgic. i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rnve8SyobgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JCadF9vCF00/s1600-h/22062007206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rnve8SyobgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JCadF9vCF00/s200/22062007206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078898132208086530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the picture's alittle blurry. freddy didn't take it good (again) even after multiple attempts. but hey, check out hassan with no hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for today though. tommorrow's going to be a long long day....here's a song from relient K, "must have done something right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52eehbF1BXY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52eehbF1BXY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3828229805807784532?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3828229805807784532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3828229805807784532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3828229805807784532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3828229805807784532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-24.html' title='chapter 24'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rnve8SyobgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JCadF9vCF00/s72-c/22062007206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3949689413661423949</id><published>2007-06-21T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:07:01.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 23</title><content type='html'>alright folks, it's almost weekend! and for the poly kids, it's almost time for school..again. it's been too short a holiday, but hey, there were some really interesting events that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news for some of us.... (it always comes after a shock). Bo Ju got past his second medical check up for heart abnormalities. that means, like me, we're headed for our joyride in the sky. next up, CMPB called again today to reconfirm my deferment...and they sent me a letter in the evening to re-reconfirm my deferment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't forget miss lorretta lau. she's headed for singapore tommorrow. ah, and tommorrow, is another day with 4C 06 gents, at jurong point (again).....is it me or does the 4C guys like to hang out at jurong....? it's probably me then. doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see..... anything i should do by myself or with someone this weekend? anyone wants to visit the old airforce mueseum? or sun bathe at sentosa? or if anyone craves for movies please ring a note on my mobile phone. hahaha, maybe no one will do that. but if there is anything interesting please do call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey! meeting lorretta after all this time really makes me wonder.... will she start speaking like those R&amp;B singers? whatshername? Rihanna? all the weirdy weirdy slang.... wonder when we're meeting up.... that reminds me. i didn't know the 4C prefects had more than one name until recently.... helen (wendy), sue (fazilah), mau (lorretta)..... well that's a serious case of identity crisis (i hope you're not reading this the 3 of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all the ranting about people. IMEEM has been a bitch lately. my playlist has shrunk even further than the last time.... all the 30 seconds preview and all.... really makes me mad. all my favourite songs are busted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, more to come. click five music has been updated recently, with songs like "jenny", "all i need is you", and "by the way"...ok, these songs aren't really official yet, but you can still check'em out on www.youtube.com. that's not the end of it yet, relient K's latest album is out now and songs like "must have done something right" is really good, also, check'em out on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.quizilla.com/I/iamdumb/1046202031_errelientk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/iamdumb/1046202031_errelientk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm....music distress. my desktop is now currently filled with....sean paul (nigger singer who does reggae R&amp;B). i don't how those songs end up there, and i highly object to such music. tsk! sean paul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last minute update from Yi Shen, NCC training at 1pm tommorrow noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's it for today, i hope you all have a good night, and see you down the road at the next exit. and here's "jenny" by the click five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCkn-YYbRf0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCkn-YYbRf0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a final word, i'd like to say lead vocalist eric dill has left the click five... even though the music isn't bad, it just doesn't sound right. he is now replaced by new lead vocalist kyle patrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3949689413661423949?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3949689413661423949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3949689413661423949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3949689413661423949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3949689413661423949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-23.html' title='chapter 23'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7336578480682693902</id><published>2007-06-19T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:11:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 22</title><content type='html'>it's a sunny sunny hot hot tuesday afternoon. hello there, it's high time again. today's the second day of the second week.i just feel like skipping fencing training... i wasn't really good at it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. i got the call from CMPB just now! and i guess what? they can't throw me in tekong anymore! whhhooooooo hoooooo... can't stand it.... with all these recent events driving me up the wall, i guess i'd rather have school any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's back to party time yea? tommorrow, i'd be celebrating 2 birthdays. number one. miss soon siew ling turns a charming sweet 16 tommorrow, and miss jasmin toh turns a hot 17 the same day. bought them both something each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that's it for today, i hope to see everyone soon. it's back to school in 5 days time. ta ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7336578480682693902?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7336578480682693902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7336578480682693902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7336578480682693902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7336578480682693902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-22.html' title='chapter 22'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-176618040593521026</id><published>2007-06-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:27:59.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 21 : a robin dying in suspense</title><content type='html'>the feeling i have now is really pushing me over the edge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happen last friday folks, after i got back from orchard, i decided to do my enlistment thingy. bad move, i didn't notice a few things and the consequence of this is that i'll be going BMT at the end of this year (HuH?) i didn't know what hit me until i saw that on the screen......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god! i've been trying all sorts. going to school, get a deferment letter, calling CMPB up, fax the deferment letter to them idiots, and waiting for CMPB to call me... i wonder how long it will take? i might really end up going tekong this christmas! OH MY GOD............. i've been doooooomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this doesn't work out soon, i've just scrwed up my entire life! how much bad luck can a person take? can anyone please give me an omen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly got busted by a car again on friday, the food cleaners at jurong point nearly threw away my retainers on thursday, and now this garbage befalls on me? is this some joke from god? it's not funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..... feels better once i complained. well, the next bit that's really getting on my nerves is the SYFC. it's their goody goody policy to tell us civilians that no news from them is good news. bullshit, i bet i wouldn't know i've been kicked out until two years down the road. and if i don't clear this enlistment thing, there wouldn't even BE a two years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just sucks.....i'll keep everyone updated on how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-176618040593521026?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/176618040593521026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=176618040593521026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/176618040593521026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/176618040593521026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-21-robin-dying-in-suspense.html' title='chapter 21 : a robin dying in suspense'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5601327553856594532</id><published>2007-06-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:52:22.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 20</title><content type='html'>gom-ba-wang everyone. it's a warm thursday evening and what's happening on your side? i just got back from jurong point. Fantastic 4 movie was pretty good, very humourous and alittle lame on the action. still, its recommened for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RnE56SyobfI/AAAAAAAAACs/-WLXeCcLSck/s1600-h/boys+be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RnE56SyobfI/AAAAAAAAACs/-WLXeCcLSck/s200/boys+be.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075901928662658546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's it going? i haven't blogged for 3 days and it seems like an eternity. just a small piece of news, my wisdom teeth are starting to pop out. it's still pretty early, and it's gonna be quite a hassle. and tommorrow, is gonna start early. remember last saturday i had to go to eunos for a medical checkup, while as for tommorrow, it's the air base i'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big deal. it starts at 8.30am and right after that, i'm meeting up with ex-cathy employees to go pulau ubin..... this is totally not what i had in mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be one rough day tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me.... i'm kinda outta shape recently after the accident... ought to excercise later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i'm wondering if i should work this sunday afternoon. 4 hours in the afternoon.....sounds like a good deal..... catch a movie after that, maybe ocean's 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8.50pm on a thursday night, i'm derek chan, and that's it for today! YA-HA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5601327553856594532?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5601327553856594532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5601327553856594532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5601327553856594532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5601327553856594532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-20.html' title='chapter 20'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RnE56SyobfI/AAAAAAAAACs/-WLXeCcLSck/s72-c/boys+be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-479986560604572681</id><published>2007-06-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:37:48.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 19</title><content type='html'>it's the first day of school holidays. YA-HA! hey folks. how's it coming along. there's really nothing much to post today, yesterday, and the day before, because nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, got myself a new pair of shoes..... visited my ex-colleagues in the cathy restaurant.... and... nothing else. met up with yue ying, only for awhile. hung out with qi jun, ren yu, yi lin (i still can't tell who is who because i never asked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....right now. i'm occupied with downloading anime. i just hope i don't get caught. hahahaha, and dad got the family a new flat screen (he owe us big for frying the old one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... the week up ahead is full of events. but i really can't attend all of them. on friday, there are 3 events..... some air force talk, aaron's church soccer "cage" event, and bye bye maggie (she's leaving the cathy to go back malaysia to study).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to find a cloning formula soon or i'd be in trouble. right, that's it for today, and i hope something interesting happens real soon. bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-479986560604572681?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/479986560604572681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=479986560604572681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/479986560604572681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/479986560604572681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-19.html' title='chapter 19'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8816461368297997463</id><published>2007-06-09T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:34:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 18 : early bird</title><content type='html'>it's my first weekend holiday in 2 months. feels great. but i had to start early anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, i kinda lost my way in eunos. the damn place was like a construction site. i can't find my way to the air base or the medical centre. in fact, i missed the stop and went one more stop ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is, i'm still the first person to be examined. well, back to the clinic. i'm still kinda worried about the hearing test. i could hardly hear anything in my left ear. still, i tried to pick up the almost ultrasonic noises. well, as for BoJu, it seems he's got this irregular heartbeat every 20 counts. otherwise, we're both okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sleepy now. my insomnia kept me awake again last night. it's a nightmare with no dreams. i'm gonna take a nap now. i'll update again later. bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8816461368297997463?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8816461368297997463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8816461368297997463' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>YA-HA (HACK HACK COUGH COUGH)! what's happening folks? i just got back from marina bay steamboat with 4C 06. today, was kinda fun. watched pirates of the carribean, and ate steamboat. upsized for 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright guys and gals, tonight's post is a short one. i'm not feeling well and  got medical check up tommorrow. wish me luck. i have to get into SYFC for a certain someone and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, i beat all the guys down in daytona USA, though marvin proved to be a real challenge. always ahead of me till the end, and i always manage to squeeze past him when the time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, i just remembered. i got my letter for enlistement already =X this bites. i ought to defer soon, if not i'll be in serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really look forward to next week. see ya soon. goodnight 4C, and everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8874732666233404062</id><published>2007-06-07T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:20:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 16 : and summer begins</title><content type='html'>ok folks, YA-HA! today is yue ying's birthday, let's all wish her a happy youthful 17th birthday ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's just the start of the holidays, and i'm tightly packed already? yea, tommorrow is party time.... alright. i've been waiting all month for this. and saturday? heh heh, i got to be somewhere in eunos by 8.00am. horrible. and i live in bukit timah. the bitch from SYFC was sniggering at me when she heard i lived in bukit timah (grr....) i'll burn her hair if she ever does that again. then again, she was kinda hot for some tongue tied woman (she can't speak properly YA-HA HA HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a promise i made to myself. if i ever get my PPL, i'll take my girlfriend on a ride in the sky with me to get a view of this ocean sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RmftQyyobeI/AAAAAAAAACk/qZW3H31l6Zk/s1600-h/ocean+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RmftQyyobeI/AAAAAAAAACk/qZW3H31l6Zk/s200/ocean+sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073284378023980514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get it... i swear it on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. holiday time. i guess i be on anime again folks. funny thing is, i rushed through the entire series of eye shield 21 before the common test ended, when it's actually after common test then i should slowly watch. well then, i guess i ought to find another anime to watch then. maybe darker than black.... that one takes real long to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to moan about? yea, plenty. why is my holiday only 2 blardy weeks. its so miserably short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it for today.i'll probably rant longer next post. bye folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8874732666233404062?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8874732666233404062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8874732666233404062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2035017204210536012</id><published>2007-06-06T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:46:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 15 : page 335</title><content type='html'>YA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey folks, i just got back from ngee ann. and guess what? i went there for nothing. i thought my meeting was today. but it was actually tommorrow. i guess i'm really losing it ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, though my one hour there was a waste, what comes after that was really interesting and suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i saw a familiar someone on my way home from ngee ann. yea. i've seen her a few times in bukit timah already. so this would be like my third time.i actually followed her from blk 5 toh yi drive to the bukit timah market. she was like carrying this pink umbrella, and still as fat as ever. i had a feeling she sorta recognized me, but i was sure of one thing. it was her. miss betty lee of fuhua secondary school. grossed out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i tailed her all the way to bukit timah market where i gave up. no point in following her anymore. i got sick of looking at her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was she doing in toh yi drive anyway? doesn't she drive a car? could she be having an affair? sick XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know where toh yi drive is, it's the HDB flats right outside ngee ann's hostle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, too bad, it's the last post for today, i got work to do. see ya soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2035017204210536012?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2035017204210536012/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8778373536447362438</id><published>2007-06-06T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:40:14.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 15</title><content type='html'>alright! YA-HA! i got the tag board up and running after 3 weeks. sorry about the delay. that's the latest addition to the blog. as everyone can see and hear, the playlist has expanded even farther to 50++ songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, let's chat. and if you feel the blog's alittle lame, (espeacially the greeting note) do feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8778373536447362438?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8778373536447362438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8778373536447362438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8778373536447362438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8778373536447362438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-15.html' title='chapter 15'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1428828342136513078</id><published>2007-06-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:32:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 14</title><content type='html'>hello folks. now, now. don't get upset over last night's untitled post. it's just a hoax setup for sok yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the second day of common test. EG2. kinda easy. and tommorrow is a break before Engineering mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today, i got alot of news from different people. it just makes my life harder each day. first up. we have old hag from CATS. the bitch called me to nag at me, saying my group hasn't done market listing and as the leader blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up we have SYFC. apparently, they messed up my saturday instead of thursday. follow ups include mr choo jia hao and the sudden 8th june 4c 06 outing timing. and we have the ex-UG members telling me the timing has been shifted to the 8th of june as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! can everyone just make up their mind to and tell me events in a week's advance! my hair will drop bald at the rate things are done! it makes me mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A DAY WHEN EVERYONE CAN GO TOGETHER! DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's enough yelling for today. it lowers my testerones -_- so everyone. maybe this week isn't so great. but next week is definately something i look forward to. an outing with someone i like. but hey. things could happen. i'll just wait and see. so that's it for today. by the way, have you ever met someone who has 2 sides of personality? here's a not so good example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RmVtZSyobdI/AAAAAAAAACc/tXm-JHevpfM/s1600-h/the+super+contrast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RmVtZSyobdI/AAAAAAAAACc/tXm-JHevpfM/s200/the+super+contrast.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072580836611091922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, ok, i know i look totally weird and stupid, but hey, totally retard? its definately something to ponder over.&lt;div 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sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RmVtZSyobdI/AAAAAAAAACc/tXm-JHevpfM/s72-c/the+super+contrast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4676624431395446123</id><published>2007-06-04T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:28:39.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 14 : a robin's first test</title><content type='html'>literally, it is my first test today. yes. my first common test in ngee ann, ETE. well, it wasn't so bad after all. got me worried last night for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fun starts here. tommorrow is EG2 people. it's gotta be a piece of cake if you done your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what about you ladies and gentlemenn? how was your common test so far? as for those not in ngee ann, how are the holidays coming along? i promised 4c to go watch movie on friday, and saturday the ex-UG people will go barbeque or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what would you do at the end of common test. apparently, the first thing i have to do is go SYFC to hand in my application stuff. hm..... it's going to be a long day. o yea, my bike is still out of commission after the accident. it's a boring wet monday how is it going? i'm very very bored and i probably won't be posting anything tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have a good day ladies and gents. some other time perhaps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4676624431395446123?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5901487043634931667</id><published>2007-06-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:55:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 13</title><content type='html'>evening folks. i guess the full moon worn itself out. hm..... sorry people, didn't manage to post anything last night. but, i bet people aren't expecting anything much also. it's been awhile since we last met, pei en, and could you give the underwear issue a rest already? it's not cow patches, it's leopard spots. signicficant difference girl. if that's not enough to keep it low; you look weird with those geeky glasses in sec 1 XD &lt;a href="http://www.all-in-one-business.com/v/shotagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.all-in-one-business.com/v/shotagain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, alright, it's not something we should squabble about. just give it a rest already. anyways, update in common test mugging. i didnt't get much farther than i did in o levels. instead, i got glued to anime (shit) and messed up my studying plans. luckily, i did manage to cover the parts that seem to be coming out for tommorrows ETE test ( i think...and i hope). i've been pretty lazy recently, and since the bike accident, my right hand hasn't recovered. thankfully the backside's good as old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to add abit more complains, each morning, i wake up to find more new injury spots on my body. it doesn't stop there, showering and sleeping has become quite a painful affair as i can't lie on my right elbow (some nasty cuts) and right buttock (still alittle bruised) without screaming for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's getting pretty late ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of the saying, if a man were to walk a thousand miles, he carries the first 999 miles with him, and lets go of the last mile. think about it.... if you ever figure out what it ever means, feel free to comment. but please don't put any rebuking nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5901487043634931667?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5901487043634931667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5901487043634931667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5901487043634931667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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there, i'm doing so-so now. for those of you who don't know what happened, i'm doing so-so. for those of you who wish i had been killed back then, curses you to blazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today couldn't have a better start. i woke up ten minutes late, took 5 minutes to drink my daily glass of chocolate milk, and then realised the toilets were all occupied by my family. how late can you get. by the time i left the house i was late as hell. couldn't find a better time to use my mountain bike. and it couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was going down hill, i applied brakes to slow myself down. as usual, my nano was in my ear and i was kind of oblivious to cars, BUT, i was still going damn slow. then it happened, right at the bottom of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a T junction and i was turning right. what luck. a car that moved at the speed of F1 cars zoomed right in front of me. i jammed my brakes like sqeezing hot dogs and sailed over my bike and rolled on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally ungraceful, and the driver was a hot chick. what luck. i stood up on a shaking right leg, adjusted my crumpler and picked up my bike. totally shaken. i pushed myself and my bike to the side of the road and the lady leaned out of the window and asked, "are you ok?" like hell i was. that's the best question to ask a guy who flew of his bike. well at least my handsome face wasn't scarred (just kidding ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just waved her off and told her i was fine. apart from the fact  that i am totally brusied, i'm still alive. here's the funny thing. in that micro-sceond, i had 2 choices to make. one was to zoom past the car and risk everything. and the other was to lose a limb than a life (what a hard choice to make, i mean, i want to be a pilot, and who would marry me if i had no right hand? i want to get married by 25 ya know). so yea, i took the second choice. thankfully, nothings broken. just a very sore backside, scrapped elbow, slightly bruised knee, and a half-maimed right hand. the rest of the journey to ngee ann was probably my most painful one and the quickest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i got to the NDT site, i was breaking into cold and hot sweat. automatically, the first question i got from edwin was, "did you run or jog to school?" BACKSIDE! if i had ran to school, i wouldn't even bein this condition. but thanks la edwin. at least you asked. so i had to live the rest of my day in painful ordeal. sitting down or standing up can take as long as 10 seconds. climbing up-stairs never looked this akward. and walking had never been so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for today. wish us all well for common test, some starts tommorrow, and for everyone else, next week. all the best for mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S LORETTA IS BACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3529614518891860698?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3529614518891860698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3529614518891860698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3529614518891860698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3529614518891860698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-12-graveled-robin.html' title='chapter 12: a graveled robin'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5337028963278413214</id><published>2007-05-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:21:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 11 page 245</title><content type='html'>good evening everyone, it's a full moon out there, for all buddhist worshippers,a pleasant vesak day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back grocery shopping with mum. looking for prune juice for my consitipated sister.hm..... i guess the problem lies with her diet. with all the fruits and veggies and no carbohydrates, there is absolutely nothing to launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, still thinking about lame jokes to crack from this afternoon. i thought about one. i still remember back in secondary 2, it was just after recess. me, delvin, qi jun, kok meng had just finished eating and headed to the toilet for a pee. man, i'll never forget that day. the urinals were totally occupied, leaving only the cubicles. so, i had no choice but to se them. as i got nearer to the cubicles at the far end, i heard someone having a piss, but i didn't know which one he was in. then, i just randomly picked one which i thought was empty. jackpot! i walked into the one with someone in there. the only problem was, it wasn't just someone, it was my principal. fuhuanites out there, still remember mr ong? yea, his facial expression was priceless. so was mine ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i just scrapper back to class. forget about peeing, i nearly wet my pants seeing him in the same cubicle as me. the only thing that buggs me is that he never bothered to lock the cubicle door in the first place. good lord. how do they teach about privacy in the past. com'n, it's the 21st century, no one takes a pee in the open -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl7LqQ6yp6I/AAAAAAAAACU/OqVs84v6tpA/s1600-h/26-07-06_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl7LqQ6yp6I/AAAAAAAAACU/OqVs84v6tpA/s200/26-07-06_1331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070714157422258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i wasn't the only one who walked into someone taking a piss. the other fella would be qi jun. it appears his is much worse. the same scenario as me. but the thing is, he walked into the same cubicle as the guy having a piss, turned to lock the door and turn back to finally realise there was someone in the cubicle having a wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, delvin who reported this to me couldn't talk properly after that. he seems to be having stomach pains from the laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tommorrow is back to school again. and common test is creeping up the shoulders and into my nerves..... it's a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for tonight, see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5337028963278413214?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5337028963278413214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5337028963278413214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5337028963278413214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5337028963278413214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-11-page-245.html' title='chapter 11 page 245'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl7LqQ6yp6I/AAAAAAAAACU/OqVs84v6tpA/s72-c/26-07-06_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-105543869155467636</id><published>2007-05-31T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:29:25.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 11 : Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn</title><content type='html'>good afternoon ladies and gentelmen, it's a sunny afternoon with thunderclouds hanging low, and how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's vesak day everyone, so grab your candles and walk around the temple and chant sutras (for my buddhists friends out there, no offence). anyways, it's still to early to do that, and i'm stuck at home, alone with rat. my parents are out doing their vesak day thing, my sisters are probably having a candle light lunch on a vesak day (it's pretty cold, i know). so anyways, today, i'm trying to crack some cold jokes. o yea, that reminds me, the other day i tried visiting ah sok's blog, the only response and feed i got were 5 words. thats strange....&lt;a href="http://www.superlaugh.com/pets/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.superlaugh.com/pets/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm..... i used to be able to do this when i was a kid, but back then i guess everyone has screwed up sense of humour. it was kinda easy to break everyone elses funny bone and they'll be on the floor all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a druken man stumbled out of a bar, knocked over a garbage bin, walked into a lamp post, and fell flat on the sidewalk right in front of a fussy old lady, who saw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i were in your condition, young man," said the old crone, "i'd shoot myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lady," the drunk replied groggily, "if.... you were in.... my condition, you'd.... miss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was kinda lame, wasn't it? how about poetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a doctor fell into a well&lt;br /&gt;and broke his collar bone.&lt;br /&gt;a doctor should attend the sick,&lt;br /&gt;and leave the well alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't really working, is it? this feels kinda lame after all. well, i'll just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did julius ceasar say when brutus stabbed him in the back? ouch? this feels very stupid and cold. o, look outside, the sky turned dark and the storm clouds are thundering, i better go get my lunch pronto. talk later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-105543869155467636?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/105543869155467636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=105543869155467636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/105543869155467636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/105543869155467636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-11-some-things-to-laugh-about.html' title='chapter 11 : Hell hath no fury like a woman&apos;s scorn'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4107308679865638788</id><published>2007-05-30T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:54:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 10 page 220 : funny bits of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl1vwCCxA_I/AAAAAAAAACM/MEoyP7DwAXg/s1600-h/4c+familY+poTrait+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070331626461922290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl1vwCCxA_I/AAAAAAAAACM/MEoyP7DwAXg/s200/4c+familY+poTrait+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's 8 o clock, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just reminicing about the past again. it just brings back some good laughs. ok, we don't have to go way back into the past, just a yesterday or a week before will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's start week last week. how can i forget to post this last thursday? i guess i was too busy. well, while i was in the market with joan, wei kiat, and derek ng (yes, he's another person and we usually get mixed up when someone addresses us). we were having lunch before our pool session when we were discussing about shaving. yes the bathroom taboo, which all females prefer not to disclose whether or not they do shave. yes, hair. from head to toe. we talked about facial hair, stomach hair and down to problems with going under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to cap it off, there was this blonde woman (obviously not local) who sat next to us. yea, and the conversation kicked off. hm.... i guess i shouldn't have said some things, but it just came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were actually discussing about women who had hair all over. talk on and on about how we knew some women had more facial hair than other guys XD and how some women had hair all over their arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what actually shook the woman off her seat was the following line: "imagine a women who had chest hair" the woman's facial expression was PRICELESS. i couldn't stop shaking in my seat. o yea, and the final blow was dealt non other than by derek ng. the lad said he had stomach hair lining from his chest all the way down beyond his belly button and...further down la. so he lifted his T-shirt up and showed everyone the merchandise. good lord, the women stared at him as if he were some sex fiend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, that was really funny. and what about yesterday? i didn't really want to mention this but well maybe for the greater fun, let's do this. i worked out at the gym yesterday with shun yuan. it wasn't exactly entertaining but it really spooked. i guess he was really working it out on the threadmill, running at 16km/h (i gave up on the threadmill earlier and hogged the push-down machine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you imagine someone tripping on a threadmill? the first person i saw to ever trip on the mill was shun yuan. and yes, he nearly skidded of the machine just when i was about to start pushing down ^^ the entire gym looked at him.... if it was me who skidded, i would have jumped through the glass window and into the pool to hide my face. you can see everything man, ungraceful tripping, legs flying about, arms flinging wildly. okok, that's enough fun about shun yuan, i promised not to make fun of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other funny events include trying to escape from mr ong's practical by saying my house was on fire. that one really made me laugh. and one that took place a long time ago, when someone actually commented that NCC T-shirts would look really hip if they were pink. XD how's that for fashion police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably my days of laughter are long long gone. and the climax of the week is coming to a close in a few hours time. and i wish everyone an enlightening vesak day tommorrow, and for those poly students, work hard, common test is no walk in the park. it's a walk through hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's blog has been concluded, i wish everyone good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4107308679865638788?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4107308679865638788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4107308679865638788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4107308679865638788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4107308679865638788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-10-page-220-funny-bits-of-past.html' title='chapter 10 page 220 : funny bits of the past'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl1vwCCxA_I/AAAAAAAAACM/MEoyP7DwAXg/s72-c/4c+familY+poTrait+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8822842047217379472</id><published>2007-05-30T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:18:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 10 page 203</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl0SxSCxA-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Jri0wvf0xGY/s1600-h/lake+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070229393355375586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl0SxSCxA-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Jri0wvf0xGY/s200/lake+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's a sunny afternoon here in ngee ann, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here in LT 51c in the cool air-conditioned hall. everyone here has just came from taking mr yeoh's FAT test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i feel much better than before. the high has come back after a long 2 weeks drought. but still, memories of her linger with me. i feel like a despo sometimes. but it's just because i really like her.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mr ong right now is giving us a lecture Q&amp;amp;A on next week's common test. i'm really not expecting to do well in my ETE anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because A:i didn't really study for it.&lt;br /&gt;B: i didn't do well for the class tests, and&lt;br /&gt;C: i don't unerstand what he's teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, everyone one knows there are 3 different kinds of people on the globe. people who make things happen, people who watch em' happen and people who just don't know what happened. i reckon it's a little too late to care about what happens now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'll study my hardest for my 3 modules. and it's back to class for now. signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS YESTERDAY CHUN FU.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS YIXUAN, 2 DAYS AGO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8822842047217379472?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8822842047217379472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8822842047217379472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8822842047217379472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8822842047217379472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-10-page-160.html' title='chapter 10 page 203'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/Rl0SxSCxA-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Jri0wvf0xGY/s72-c/lake+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3636591682423814587</id><published>2007-05-30T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:27:30.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 10 : the climax of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlzS-CCxA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hrK3f--rBok/s1600-h/bravo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlzS-CCxA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hrK3f--rBok/s200/bravo+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070159243654530002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday 30th may. today is lecture day. but not today. lectures will be 4 hours short. instead replaced by 2 hours of tests, 1 hour of lecture, and the rest is up to you. the climax of the week starts as usual, with EG2 tutorial. mr liang (the evil emperor from star wars), though he isn't exactly that bad, he's alittle "strange".everyone in te classroom is either studying or playing games or chatting online. for me? i blog. just looking to my left, i see shun yuan hard at work doing his ETE 4th tutorial. diagonally to my left, edwin concentrates hard on his MOL and looking in front of me, angela is checking through her foilsim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a thundering morning on a very low wednesday. i'm derek, how's it going? my blogging time is almost up, i have revision to go through in a few minutes time. well anyway, i'll keep you updated today. today is the day when i post alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3636591682423814587?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3636591682423814587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3636591682423814587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3636591682423814587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3636591682423814587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-10-climax-of-week.html' title='chapter 10 : the climax of the week'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlzS-CCxA9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hrK3f--rBok/s72-c/bravo+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-89543934613914828</id><published>2007-05-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:51:24.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 9: the sad robin</title><content type='html'>the common tests are creeping up on me. recently, i haven't really been myself lately, and i don't like this feeling. i have no composure, no constant laughter, and no warmth in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably that explains alot about the emo posts about the pasts. some bits of my past is way better than my present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i miss someone alot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one day i will never forget, the 10 hours spent next to her. and now, i don't think i'll ever get a chance to go out or talk to her ever again. her birthday is coming soon, but i doubt i'd join her. her friends have priority over a measly boy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a slightly damp evening on a tuesday, i'm derek, and how do you do? if the post is boring you, i suggest you just minimize this blog and listen to the music instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlwFjSCxA8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/V46zVAEBHrY/s1600-h/syndicate+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlwFjSCxA8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/V46zVAEBHrY/s200/syndicate+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069933384209335234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked out at gym werkz again today, it took half my life with it. so tiring. o yea, that reminds me, there were lots of cute girls there today (surprisingly). shun yuan became one hell of a horn dog. he stared out at the girl swimming in the pool while working out on the cycling machine. ^^ i guess he didn't need the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's today's update, i'll post something else tommorrrow. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-89543934613914828?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/89543934613914828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=89543934613914828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/89543934613914828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/89543934613914828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-9-sad-robin.html' title='chapter 9: the sad robin'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlwFjSCxA8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/V46zVAEBHrY/s72-c/syndicate+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1421287031966434341</id><published>2007-05-28T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:28:31.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 8</title><content type='html'>hm....... i just had a hair cut. it doesn't look that good on me at all. now that i think of it, i'd rather have no hair on my head. but i'd do my best to refrain from shaving off everything. the last time i did that it took the lives of many by storm ^_^ v hahaha, those were the wee wee days and the height of  full-of-non-sense. i still miss the time retarding around the back of 4C, singing myself silly with jonathan and the radio, messing around with loretta and atiqah, laughing around with weird wendy and fazilah, abusing science with hassan and marvin, and of course, making miss chua's mouth drop open with horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trapped in the joyful past, so nonstalgic that i can't seem to, or want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking lately, i'd been wasting around my life in ngee ann. just because i find the work now alittle harder, i crumble like a cookie. but i guess it's all the hard work now that makes us the people of today and the better person tommorrow. it's a hard struggle, even till today, i still feel numb from the lectures which make absolutely no sense (ETE espeacially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i miss my class of 4C 2006 so much i tear. but somehow i forgot how to cry. whenever i see my ex-classmates from JC, i'd throw a hug around them (maybe the girls aren't too comfortable with that gesture).8th of june is coming closer guys, i'd throw a extra big hug for everyone then.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlrAwiCxA7I/AAAAAAAAABs/PETa-5hCD84/s1600-h/At+ViVO+%3D).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlrAwiCxA7I/AAAAAAAAABs/PETa-5hCD84/s200/At+ViVO+%3D).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069576270563574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a little tale as told by a little robin, the bird that never cleans it's poo, after doing it on someone's head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1421287031966434341?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1421287031966434341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1421287031966434341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1421287031966434341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1421287031966434341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-8.html' title='chapter 8'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlrAwiCxA7I/AAAAAAAAABs/PETa-5hCD84/s72-c/At+ViVO+%3D).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2816618887378051993</id><published>2007-05-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:51:54.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 7 page 134: a rat's tale</title><content type='html'>mmmmm.... just had dinner not long ago. welcome, this is derek speaking. it's a warm evening on a sunday, and still have my FAT assignment waiting for me in my "documents" folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't think i'll ever see daylight again if the work keeps amounting like this. i really feel bad leaving my work to the 11th hour and still shagging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again over dinner, dad keeps asking me the stuff he already knows(very irritating). and again, if he keeps doing this to my family, he's going to shorten my life by another 10 years.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RllinSCxA6I/AAAAAAAAABk/MDRx1aSkNNo/s1600-h/10-06-06_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RllinSCxA6I/AAAAAAAAABk/MDRx1aSkNNo/s200/10-06-06_2035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069191282580063138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours ago, i went downstairs to check on rat (my chinchilla), see if he's OK with the heat and everything. apparently, rat has become much more affectionate to me recently. my sister brought him home last christmas in the dead of the night. and after 6 months, he's finally getting used to me. but just last week he tried sinking his teeth in my finger because he was very hungry (grimace in pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, we're still on a long road to becoming better friends. but for now, my current friend is the tiger balm.... sian, i'm aching all over from last night's coolie work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just sucks. i'll update tommorrow, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;P.S i wonder if my crush will ever read my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2816618887378051993?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2816618887378051993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=2816618887378051993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2816618887378051993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2816618887378051993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-7-page-134-rats-tale.html' title='chapter 7 page 134: a rat&apos;s tale'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RllinSCxA6I/AAAAAAAAABk/MDRx1aSkNNo/s72-c/10-06-06_2035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-8873371784562728871</id><published>2007-05-27T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:14:31.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 7</title><content type='html'>sunday afternoon in a blistering hot room... the weather now is dreadfully scorching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone, i'm not in camp anymore. the thing is, last night, i had enough and decided to leave the camp. last night's camp fire was spectacular and exhausting to prepare and clear up. i look like a coolie doing coal work after the camp fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today however, i have to rush through my work again. it's all due next week. the worst part is, i'm worn out from the camp, and tommorrow is going to end at 5.... today will be an equally long day of studying -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see if i can post some of the camp pics, right now, i don't have the pics with me, but that's it for now, i'm off to study. see ya.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlkhdSCxA5I/AAAAAAAAABc/3tenHHJwZkA/s1600-h/Dsc00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlkhdSCxA5I/AAAAAAAAABc/3tenHHJwZkA/s200/Dsc00260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069119642525565842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-8873371784562728871?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8873371784562728871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=8873371784562728871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8873371784562728871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/8873371784562728871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-7.html' title='chapter 7'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlkhdSCxA5I/AAAAAAAAABc/3tenHHJwZkA/s72-c/Dsc00260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1835147965018310934</id><published>2007-05-26T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:57:06.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 6</title><content type='html'>good morning everyone, it's a beautiful saturday morning. sorry about last night, i made a wrong prediction that it would rain. well anyways, the sun is shinning in the 4th floor of fuhua secondary school classroom. i wish that a certain person i treasure alot would be here with me. as like any other camp, today started with chee meng's usual screaming and a coffe break with adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking alittle time of from the camp. it's been a busy night and morning, so in total, i haven't had much sleep. talking about sleep, i slept on the chair with my head resting on the table. when i woke up, it felt like my legs were chopped off(major cramps). in the end i slept on the floor, and unfortunately, under the fan (freezing cold). for the rest of it, i kept myself awake during the briefings by using the old method... "nescafe 3 in 1" and "gold roast" coffee with a pinch of milo innit. i managed to stay very much alive unlike my other pals who are pretty dead. the only minor drawback is that i have to rush to the bathroom to pee every half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking this time off is a time for study, but apparently, i could recite most of the ETE fomulas in front of skinny scarecrow mr raymond loh. he seemed pretty impressed. although thats only like topic 2...when it's topic 3 and 4 i'm more concerned XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i ran into an old friend. JESLYN! it's a first time she said good morning to me. for the past 2 years she never said much to me, only demanded me to do things like an ox. well that's all in the past, today is a new day and she's a different person... muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RleESyCxA4I/AAAAAAAAABU/EDdv2yX4GeQ/s1600-h/JesLyn+ANd+XinEe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RleESyCxA4I/AAAAAAAAABU/EDdv2yX4GeQ/s200/JesLyn+ANd+XinEe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068665363834667906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i ran into hai xun,though we didnt really have the time, i still tried to speak to him for awhile. it's great to see the old clown again, he always makes me laugh at the lame things he does..... though sometimes i really wish i can forget the things he's done... LOL!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 0850 in the morning, in 12 hours time, NCC camp fire will commence at the basketball court. anyone free is welcome to come along =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update this tonight once the camp fire is over... see ya later everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1835147965018310934?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1835147965018310934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1835147965018310934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1835147965018310934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1835147965018310934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-6.html' title='chapter 6'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RleESyCxA4I/AAAAAAAAABU/EDdv2yX4GeQ/s72-c/JesLyn+ANd+XinEe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-5668693668814147393</id><published>2007-05-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:44:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 5</title><content type='html'>evening everyone.... it's a chilly friday night in fuhua secondary school. it's me derek chan, i'm here in fuhua because i'm supervising a NCC camp and doing tutoirals at the same time.. its such a drag. i can't even have a peaceful weekend anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking out the window from the 4th floor classroom, it's about to start raining soon. the sunset was beautiful, and i wished a certain someone would be here with me to watch it go down behind the dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, i manage to snagg one of the teacher's LAN cables so i could hogg online and update the blog. so i guess i can still keep in touch with the world. i'll be off for now doing my work. i'll take some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlbL9iCxA3I/AAAAAAAAABM/e__zSIO5JRY/s1600-h/mE+anD+FrEEdick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlbL9iCxA3I/AAAAAAAAABM/e__zSIO5JRY/s200/mE+anD+FrEEdick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068462688622936946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-5668693668814147393?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5668693668814147393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=5668693668814147393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5668693668814147393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/5668693668814147393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-5.html' title='chapter 5'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlbL9iCxA3I/AAAAAAAAABM/e__zSIO5JRY/s72-c/mE+anD+FrEEdick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-4570965818190565434</id><published>2007-05-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:37:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;probably the longest day of my life. yes. the IS day for this week has finally ended with the last training session for fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEAD BEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule for today: 7am: meet kelvin for breakfast, 7.30am start eating breakfast with kelvin&lt;br /&gt;8am: soccer until i half dead and then at 10am, CATS with the weird hag in a wet freshman orientation T-Shirt.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlWs_yCxA2I/AAAAAAAAABE/hJmI41VKx30/s1600-h/CIMG0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068147167440470882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlWs_yCxA2I/AAAAAAAAABE/hJmI41VKx30/s200/CIMG0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings just get better, right after CATS, lunch at bukit timah market. and after that, pool until 3.30 then i have to rush home and complete my rejected tutorial (curse you mr ang). just when my butt was getting warm, i have to leave for fencing again............... well, today's the last session, i won't complain.... just that the training never ceases to tire out legs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a cool thursday night, i'm derek chan, how are you doing? today was a day of fatigue, pain, joy and laughter for me, and tommorrow will be the start of hell on earth. it's NCC may camp in fuhua secondary school, and i just found out chao chu kang is doing the same. farhan, you and i suffer alot. i feel our pain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be bringing coffe powder so i can mugg for my tests in the night and keep me company people... i beg of you.... i can't stand army boys for 3 days... it reminds me of 2 weeks of december in yio chu kang......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everyone.... you won't be hearing from me from tommorrow until sunday.... keep in touch through the phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-4570965818190565434?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4570965818190565434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=4570965818190565434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4570965818190565434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/4570965818190565434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-4.html' title='chapter 4'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlWs_yCxA2I/AAAAAAAAABE/hJmI41VKx30/s72-c/CIMG0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2891993810436168331</id><published>2007-05-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:17:13.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 3 page 54</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlQ5jiCxA1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MCtAZFgvmPA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067738763295261522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlQ5jiCxA1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MCtAZFgvmPA/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;good evening everyone, it's a warm may night and i just got back from gym werkz in ngee ann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today wasn't exactly "fun" but i get to meet an old friend from fuhua at BS, yee cheng. yes, apparently, the sec 5s from fuhua were taking a tour at ngee ann.... and min yen was tour guide of their group! dear atiqah, what on earth happen to your forehead? you look terrible....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thinking about tommorrow really gets me down. in the morning, i'd have to deal with mud and splatter and right after that, i have to deal with an old hag from planet mars. this CATS thingy really gets on my nerves....gym again at 1 o clock, fencing at 6 o clock and that's how i finish my IS day at ngee ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o yea, i reckon not everyone is perfect, but do you have any injuries in your body that you never know of until it hurts? well, i just found one today, you'll have to ask edwin he'll tell you about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then, joan tells me she has jus broken up. it's a sad tale.... as her friend, i feel very honoured to cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's too early to say goodnight, but, i got work to do now, i'll chat with you some other time. good night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2891993810436168331?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2891993810436168331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=2891993810436168331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2891993810436168331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2891993810436168331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-3-page-54.html' title='chapter 3 page 54'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlQ5jiCxA1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MCtAZFgvmPA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-2883911693406550182</id><published>2007-05-23T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:59:42.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 3 page 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlP5qyCxAzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/onP-iETIL-U/s1600-h/Speech+day+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067668519105135410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlP5qyCxAzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/onP-iETIL-U/s200/Speech+day+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its jus after the quiz that i finally realize how much i don't know. its kinda scary. and the worst is yet to come, and keep coming after that. ETE would be the 1st common test i take in 2 weeks time. and it would be the toughest yet. followed by my other modules EG2 and Engineering Mechanics respectively. it's going to be long weekend, NCC camp in fuhua secondary school will take place this coming friday.until sunday, i'll be in fuhua doing my tutorials and supervising the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's post a question on how much do you really know a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you judge a person the first time you see him/her. looks? personality? charisma? charm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do you if he/she is attached, judging only by a first time meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-2883911693406550182?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2883911693406550182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=2883911693406550182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2883911693406550182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/2883911693406550182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-34.html' title='chapter 3 page 43'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlP5qyCxAzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/onP-iETIL-U/s72-c/Speech+day+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-1669814330791395427</id><published>2007-05-23T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:19:05.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlO05SCxAyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uh5IGcAIoC4/s1600-h/dusk+and+summer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067592901910922018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlO05SCxAyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uh5IGcAIoC4/s200/dusk+and+summer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 3 hours before my main quiz of the day, and my mind is quizzing with pain from the overload....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i manage to sleep well until 4am until my insomnia kicked in again. i'm really tired even if i don't look like it.everyone's doing last minute on AMMP, because theres too much to remember. i have this nagging feeling i won't be passing this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is too short to be wasted on such a module. just then, kelvin opened his can of coke and it exploded on two passing girls. he left the fizzled coke can on the dustbin and left it to be picked up by jian hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;take me high, and i'll fly with you. one day i hope to be married to you and stay by your side in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll continue tonight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-1669814330791395427?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1669814330791395427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=1669814330791395427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1669814330791395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/1669814330791395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-3.html' title='chapter 3'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlO05SCxAyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uh5IGcAIoC4/s72-c/dusk+and+summer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7063216355336475668</id><published>2007-05-22T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:44:18.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2 page 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlMABCCxAxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z1L7hIIZ_vw/s1600-h/307836220l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067394023450280722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlMABCCxAxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z1L7hIIZ_vw/s200/307836220l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's evening time on a lovely (yet terrible) tuesday. hi! i'm Derek Chan. i'm studying right now (i'm such a liar) there are so many things to do tommorrow. sometimes i wish tommorrow would never come, even if it's better than right now.... because i'd have to go through my nightly rituals of insomnia and chocolate milk again and take quizes the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks to siqi, i'm finally able to upload my favourite song of the week on my blog without having to post it. right now gifts and curses is still small, let's just hope it'll slowly grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow will be a battle of will power and hunger in the lecture hall of block 51. yes, 5 hours straight of lecture (maybe the last 2 hours are for the quiz) and in the morning, we have a showdown with mr liang with EG2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lord give me strength*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;academics are so not my thing...i'll catch up with you some other time...good night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7063216355336475668?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7063216355336475668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7063216355336475668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7063216355336475668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7063216355336475668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-25.html' title='chapter 2 page 25'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlMABCCxAxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z1L7hIIZ_vw/s72-c/307836220l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-3059946329706047639</id><published>2007-05-22T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:10:24.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlJsdyCxAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uRZh1c4Fn2c/s1600-h/the+Mad+TiE+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067231789650608882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlJsdyCxAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uRZh1c4Fn2c/s200/the+Mad+TiE+and+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my work got rejected by mr ang again.... the second time this month. this sucks. and i had to spend the entire tutorial doing my 4th tutorial all over again because i misplaced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right after this post, i have to take a quiz by mr yeoh, god of FAT (fundamentals of aerospace technology). i have absolutely no clue on what i've been studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i dunno how i'm going to survive this 3 years in ngee ann. i suffer from insomnia, and i can't live without chocolate milk....and now i'm torn between 2 choices of CCAs..... SYFC or Fencing.... it's like choosing between women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll coninue tonight if i have the time, most likely i'll be mugging on my manufacturing work and all that rubbish on straddling and gang milling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laterz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-3059946329706047639?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3059946329706047639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=3059946329706047639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3059946329706047639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/3059946329706047639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2.html' title='chapter 2'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlJsdyCxAvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uRZh1c4Fn2c/s72-c/the+Mad+TiE+and+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165628682995178201.post-7531481335790574931</id><published>2007-05-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:00:34.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlK_OyCxAwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T1PVgDMTNYI/s1600-h/)+ON+THE+TRAM+(+WILD!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067322791417676546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlK_OyCxAwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T1PVgDMTNYI/s200/)+ON+THE+TRAM+(+WILD!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i could think about was the number 23......... yes, 23 days or less and it's holidays......^^v&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied the least bit at all and as you can see, in less than 20 days, i'll be having commontests.... 20 days isn't exactly alot of time. there's NCC camp this weekend, there're quizes this week, a hoard of them. it's bad news. i started out with more testerone last month, but this month, i'm running low....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, here me speak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerospace is pure torture..... because the time you spend in this course passes real quick and the work amounts to nothing you can imagine..... things you can remmeber and not register. i can't study this for nuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it, makes me feel that i can't compete in my class anymore.... well, anyways, i look forward to seeing loretta again.... it's been too long. and i hope i can have dinner with my crush soon... if she will ever love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for a monday night, i'll complain more tommorrow if i have the time. tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165628682995178201-7531481335790574931?l=boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7531481335790574931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165628682995178201&amp;postID=7531481335790574931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7531481335790574931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165628682995178201/posts/default/7531481335790574931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulevardofsouls.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-1.html' title='chapter 1'/><author><name>A Little Robin soaring in the sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089406876378231180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0jmpq9RFOWY/RlK_OyCxAwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T1PVgDMTNYI/s72-c/)+ON+THE+TRAM+(+WILD!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
