<?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-18347444</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:55:46.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rather unusual</title><subtitle type='html'>not so often blurts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18347444.post-4389243187416142260</id><published>2007-09-23T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:17:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses n gains</title><content type='html'>i miss the times where unconditional actions were done, the unconditional care shown and the company of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few months, weirdly, feel like having a kid more than ever. sounds weird? right now, monetary issues are no longer priorties. not that money is no longer important, just that earning those big bucks to sustain the luxurious lifestyle are not the focus anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my little crib with my people. N don tells me to get a gf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-4389243187416142260?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4389243187416142260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=4389243187416142260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/4389243187416142260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/4389243187416142260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/09/misses-n-gains.html' title='misses n gains'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-7831452418074808196</id><published>2007-07-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:40:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tolerance</title><content type='html'>My friends tell me I show my frustration easily and its puts them in situations they do not know how to solve. I've been trying to hold back but how many times can we actually put up with the same nonsense from the same person all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my comments, advice known and yet the same things happen time and time again. The simpliest issue can be made into the biggest event of the year, what's the problem? why cant a simple issue be solved with a simple solution instead of making it a big problem for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insensible suggestions, immature thinking...how long before someone else come forward to knock some sense into these ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your friend suggest getting 2 new players into the team but one person among the team would have to leave because these new players come in a pair and the team would be overloaded with an extra player? I guess the solution is that simple just that some people dont really treat their friends as friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-7831452418074808196?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7831452418074808196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=7831452418074808196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/7831452418074808196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/7831452418074808196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/07/tolerance.html' title='tolerance'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-8269730521994445980</id><published>2007-06-06T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:35:09.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>permanenty removed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how many times have we tried to plan or organise gatherings for fellow mates only for them to 'fly the plane' at the last minute with the lamest excuses ever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my mates and i have experienced this from a same person for the whole damn semester, its seems like something this person has to do, to kinda get our attention which is bloody wrong. i've heard she likes to be asked many times (persuaded) by people, but wtf!!! i'm so sick i decided to not ask her for a period of time, yet she nv fail perform her really lame ass excuses last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but recently i decided to give it a try and forward my friend's request for the beach to her. not bad, cause she actually replied and mentioned she cant swim (who cares). Alas, she did her damn best not to disappoint me by sms-ing me this 'I've jus been reminded that i'm alrd going sentosa on Sunday, so i guess u guys go ahead and hav fun'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOW, i asked on monday for a friday event, but hey, someone actually reminded her that she's going on sunday, so we're ditched. why cant she like go twice? what's wrong with us? we got monster bumps that are contagious?? or we got ugly faces so u cant hang out with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for all i know she just made that freaking thing out, nonsense is what i keep hearing from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-8269730521994445980?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8269730521994445980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=8269730521994445980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8269730521994445980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8269730521994445980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/06/permanenty-removed.html' title='permanenty removed'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-8826673988194322099</id><published>2007-05-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:44:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a sem</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, its been hell for me and of course my fellow friends who endure similar fate as me. There are those who are shld be suffering like us but choose to leave the work to the rest because they had their personal things to do...well...F up ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much suffering, but we had fun times, endless day and night of enjoyment on 2 Wednesdays. The beach, the drinking, eating and smoking, our little distractions from the hectic schedules. Oh we had a freaking $25 durian on one occasion...bloody most expensive fruit i ever eaten, it came down to like $3 per seed we took or something, nothing can go to waste. So next time if anyone decides to go Geylang for some durian, please be cautious. check the freaking prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects after projects, then came our exams. And not surprising, we're fooled by some of our lecturers. Hope they live well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came our getaway chalet. Last minute booking, but its cool, cause it only cost us like $60 to stay there for 3 days, but the cab fares for our clubbing was kinda insane. The chalet was kinda a disappointment. At this point of time, I eventually gave up hope of tryin to enjoy it with everyone, WHY? cause the people just dont appreciate it. Its the same few of us organising cause most people wanted it. The people agreed to the activities but decided to back out last minute which effectively left the few of us entertaining ourselves at Zouk. I even thought of cancelling the clubbing since no one wanna go, but hell. The people just decide to come like late on the 2nd day, which meant the few of us have to entertain ourselves again for like half the day. And on the drinking night, no one wants to drink, so its the few of us again. (why dont the few of us just go by ourselves?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hope people do: please dont ask for advice/opinions if you're not going to listen or take into consideration (except for dumbass replies), please dont say things that you're not going to do and then panic when it's asked of you and please be polite enough to give reasons for your actions when it affects people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-8826673988194322099?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8826673988194322099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=8826673988194322099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8826673988194322099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8826673988194322099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/05/hell-of-sem.html' title='Hell of a sem'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-8727446504075283949</id><published>2007-03-14T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:42:15.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when they say this year you 'fan tai sui' which means offending i dont know which deity...it really means 'fan tai sui'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man..lousy results from my first assignment, having lecturers who do and say different things altogether and knowing people getting results they dont actually deserve is really pissing me off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;efforts are not paying off, priorities set seem to be damn wrong and not finding time to ease my mind...seems like the army all over again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continue to challenge all these and face possible misery? or just accept the damn fact that shit happens to the best of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-8727446504075283949?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8727446504075283949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=8727446504075283949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8727446504075283949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8727446504075283949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-else.html' title='what else'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-7299036557936220260</id><published>2007-02-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:39:07.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something got over me ever since i started school or maybe ORD...i'm slowly trying out new stuff or activities i've never done before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these are stuff i use to dislike doing...or would consider probably 10 times before going into it...perhaps its the chance that i've been fortunately given...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;having viewed how working life would be...the urge to try while we're still studying (feels like lesser responsibility)is too strong, doesnt sound right...but its probably the best time...even considering blood donation when i'm freaking scared of needles and learning jazz hahaha...got a big laugh from my mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trying to learn more recipes...enriching and preparing for what's ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-7299036557936220260?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7299036557936220260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=7299036557936220260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/7299036557936220260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/7299036557936220260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/02/try-outs.html' title='try outs'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-4496609447438867529</id><published>2007-01-31T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T03:27:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;drained, beat, punctured....life's crazy journey with wonderful experiences to enrich it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-4496609447438867529?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4496609447438867529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=4496609447438867529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/4496609447438867529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/4496609447438867529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2007/01/life.html' title='life....'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-579158601975606306</id><published>2006-12-30T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:18:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deterring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did i mentioned the govt is really trying to get ppl off smoking...4 diff gross pics on 4 packs of cigs with the hols i've seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-579158601975606306?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/579158601975606306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=579158601975606306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/579158601975606306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/579158601975606306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/12/deterring_30.html' title='deterring'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-3604366964049539802</id><published>2006-12-30T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:18:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deterring</title><content type='html'>did i mentioned the govt is really trying to get ppl off smoking...4 diff gross pics on 4 packs of cigs with the hols i've seen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-3604366964049539802?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3604366964049539802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=3604366964049539802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/3604366964049539802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/3604366964049539802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/12/deterring.html' title='deterring'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-822681856443277999</id><published>2006-12-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:53:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my car?....huh?</title><content type='html'>a comical incident of forgetting where the car's park in Shaw's carpark. and so we exited on the 1st level of the carpark only to find the whole place empty...damn...'dude, where's my car?'...'where's your car dude?'...that's the joke we made while we had to look for the small little Getz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, figured to use the security button to find it, still cant find it even with the sound. it's wilson, what else hahaha...so a better search one level down and there it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another incident, i asked wilson, 'why did you wave to him w/o looking at him?'&lt;br /&gt;wilson: 'cos' he told me he'll tell me when he's ready...'&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; ZH: 'huh??'&lt;br /&gt;wilson: 'cos' he told me he'll tell me when he's ready...'&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; ZH: 'HUH????'&lt;br /&gt;wilson: 'cos'.....'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'so why did u wave to him backwards?'&lt;br /&gt;wilson: 'oohh...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-822681856443277999?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/822681856443277999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=822681856443277999' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hated this time of the year...brings back sad memories and not much good ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well, once again things happens, and shit does happens. my cousin got knocked down by a malaysian bike and she suffered a fractured pelvis, which might prevent her from going on her exchange...f***...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then my grandpa is hospitalised for mild constipation, bad thing is that he became cranky again after being admitted into hospital....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what a 'jolly' good season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-8378308183966768753?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8378308183966768753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=8378308183966768753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8378308183966768753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/8378308183966768753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-season.html' title='another season'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-1358262287563747701</id><published>2006-11-26T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:38:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when was the last time you remembered being stepped on by others. but how about being used as a stepping stone by others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was wondering if there are people who get together with their partners and slowly learn their positive traits. after this, they suddenly realised that "hey, i dont think we can work this out anymore, sorry" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A got together with B because she thinks he's very different from the other guys she dated. B got together with A because he thinks she can improve him as a bf. however, A has a lot not-so-desirable traits but B hopes to change her and embrace her other characteristics. A on the other hand is unsure A's behaviour, only trying to get use to them and not understand why he behaves that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so they dated and finally one day A just decides that its not working out. B is bummed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;slowly, the new A starts to appear, traits which B has been trying to instill in A are appearing but they are no longer together. A becomes more desirable because of the new traits but B is not the one with A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of cause, this can all be just pure B.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-1358262287563747701?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1358262287563747701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=1358262287563747701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/1358262287563747701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/1358262287563747701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-on.html' title='step on'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-116429499291565741</id><published>2006-11-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:16:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insincere ba****d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sick of those who continuously speak insincerely. crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there i was talking, there he was answering me. man i thought, this is actually a nice dude. so easy going, seem to understand where i was coming from. ok i accepted his reasons for not being available to meet up for me to do a proper introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so the time comes for him to be actually free, magically, forgets everything we talked about. apparently he's become busier than expected and when i mentioned what we talked about before, no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;excellent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thank you friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-116429499291565741?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/116429499291565741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=116429499291565741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116429499291565741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116429499291565741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/11/insincere-bad.html' title='insincere ba****d'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-116386230451829441</id><published>2006-11-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:05:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how many times have we been disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every single phase, month, year has disappointments. sometimes we let ourselves be exposed to it event though we know damn well its going to happen. so why do we do it? because we love the risks involved and we want to find out for ourselves if this can turn out to be the best thing ever. becasue we want to feel miserable, because we want to satisfy this curiosity. damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh yes, on top of all these, the govt has decided to increase the damn GST to 7%. this in bid to improve welfare for the community and also to prepare for the ageing population. what ****. oh well, means i just have to eat out at cafes and restaurants next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-116386230451829441?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/116386230451829441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=116386230451829441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116386230451829441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116386230451829441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/11/what.html' title='what...'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-116299987766928727</id><published>2006-11-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:31:17.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone once told me, saving is not in her dictionary. I agree to a certain extend that money is to be spent, but how confident are you that you can actually keep having this amount of money to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More often than not, we find ourselves in situations where we declare ourselves 'broke'. This term is often used when we run out of cash to spend or dispose. So we start looking for jobs or parents for the source of extra income, but how long can we keep doing this? not everyone is born into a wealthy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shouldnt young adults start making backups for themselves, it irks me to hear people talking about how their parents have made plans or savings for them. I mean, do you really want to depend on your parents forever? Does it mean they saved the money for you means its only for you? Should something happen, who are you to stop them from using the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even young kids know how to save with their piggy banks, where did this wonderful tradition go?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-116299987766928727?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/116299987766928727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=116299987766928727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116299987766928727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116299987766928727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/11/why.html' title='why????'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-116093680978839105</id><published>2006-10-16T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:26:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to get some chocolates for my client today.. got some suggestions of GODIVA and Royce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i went on down to Taka after my weekly soccer session...and man...do those chocs look good.. browsed the Godiva section...excellent...but price is damn excellent as well...so i went on to look at the Royce chocs..hey...its not too bad as well..and the price is reasonable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so after browsing through the selection..i've decided to get the Champagne Choc...got the receipt and proceeded to pay at the counter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this lady in front of me turned back and offered me her card to get 10% discount...amazing...i mean how many people would actually bother to ask if they want some discount...she was really sweet about it...wished i had purchased more haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh ya...STOP pressurising me ppl..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-116093680978839105?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/116093680978839105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=116093680978839105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116093680978839105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/116093680978839105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/10/nice-people.html' title='nice people'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-115919898681216087</id><published>2006-09-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:43:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'old times'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;recently got an email from zifeng talking about lots of old time stuffs we use to do, watch and buy... things like transformers, our eraser battling game, snacks..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so it happened, today we had celebration for cat...we talked about old school times... things like our Alien Workshop jeans, cross-colours...converse and U.S masters...the amazingly small and tight Outdoor bag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amazing thing was most of us went through those stages....the long comb, the converse slippers, the JNCO jeans and stuff....its fun to know what everyone went through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how amazing it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-115919898681216087?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/115919898681216087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=115919898681216087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/115919898681216087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/115919898681216087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-times.html' title='&apos;old times&apos;'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-115838983924308446</id><published>2006-09-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:57:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been quite some time since the long long ago entry...so here's one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had dinner with gera recently for dinner at Bakerzin. as usual, we were both late. i was queuing for a table and there was a grp of 3 in front of me waiting as well. so there was a table for 2 available, but the waiter chose to ask if the grp would mind a smaller table, so back to waiting again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got the table, order dinner...then dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gera went to pick out a strawberry cake and a chocolate mousse cake. but when the strawberry cake came, it was green in colour, kinda  like a pandan cake with strawberries. here's the conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gera: what's this green thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiter: its pistachio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gera(with the blur face): what's that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiter(super stunned face): errr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: its a nut la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiter:(still stun): err.. ya its a nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the look on the waiter's face was kinda priceless..he's either stun because he dunno how to explain a pistachio to gera, or just stun cause she asked a stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well that was the main joke of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-115838983924308446?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/115838983924308446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=115838983924308446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/115838983924308446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/115838983924308446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/09/been-while.html' title='been a while'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-114111879058369246</id><published>2006-02-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:26:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my dad ask me to go check out the career fair at suntec this thurs cause they have some education stuff too by unis from europe. so i told him its damn ex to study in UK, like more than aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he tells me, can go see, might not go now, doesnt mean next time cannot go. wth, i'm applying to study in singapore now, then you tell me i might be able to go uk in the future to study? doesnt quite make sense right? moreover, i just took up a job which literally requires me work in singapore to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats the rationale? whatever the case, i think i'll just stick to my own plans and leave the crazy ones to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-114111879058369246?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/114111879058369246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=114111879058369246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/114111879058369246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/114111879058369246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-so-weird.html' title='why so weird'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-114068966023063643</id><published>2006-02-23T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:14:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a small world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;met andy(kok keong) and XT during my AIMS training at SPC. what are the odds man. meeting your old platoon mates for training in the insurance line. XT looks slimer then andy looks the same, still like nua nua. quite heng actually, thought had to eat lunch by myself for the whole week, lucky now got XT accompany. small world. anyway, lessons and training damn tiring. just pure listening plus 2 matches of champions league this week. knn damn hard to concentrate for morning lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-114068966023063643?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/114068966023063643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=114068966023063643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/114068966023063643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/114068966023063643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-small-world.html' title='what a small world'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113946344524513924</id><published>2006-02-09T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:37:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you do when someone tells you that he/she is unable to do something in the past but yet they do it with ease when a similar situation arises in the future? is it because it is not so beneficial for them back then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or how about those who claim they can achieve or do something but yet constantly showed no improvement in their progress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113946344524513924?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113946344524513924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113946344524513924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113946344524513924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113946344524513924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/02/irritants.html' title='irritants'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113922162381224672</id><published>2006-02-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:27:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb ass paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they say its not out to fail you. crap man, i knew like 40 out 50 questions and i still didnt make the 70% mark. what suayness man. thought i had it covered by checking back and counting how many i didnt really know the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so maybe the paper is damn tricky, but do i really trace back where i gone wrong when i thought i had it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fortunately, saw a sweet looking lady on the bus home, she also stopped one stop after me. but crap, look only, still the damn paper made the day lousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113922162381224672?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113922162381224672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113922162381224672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113922162381224672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113922162381224672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/02/dumb-ass-paper.html' title='Dumb ass paper'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113820754788434866</id><published>2006-01-26T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:45:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woo hoo...got my new com...so astala-vista brother...no more sharing of coms..freedom to use whenever i want to and of cause, easier access to the machine in my own freaking room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113820754788434866?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113820754788434866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113820754788434866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113820754788434866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113820754788434866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-com.html' title='new com'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113741084097601343</id><published>2006-01-16T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:27:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went for my 1st lesson for my financial papers. what a day. covering 10 chapters of info in one full day from 9-5. jargons and theories and definitions are spliting my head. so i had not touch any textbook for more than 2 yrs, does that really make me literally an idiot now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113741084097601343?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113741084097601343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113741084097601343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113741084097601343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113741084097601343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/01/rusty.html' title='rusty'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113696740205899634</id><published>2006-01-11T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:16:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with my age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just the other day,i went down to lido with wilson, zonghao and yeo to catch a movie. so we went there and decided we should watch 'derailed' since it looks like the most interesting film available. it was an interesting film actually, big twist in the end, but didnt wow me as i thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, so 'derailed' was a NC16 movie, i dont know why. so after buying the tickets, we went straight to the theatre and guess what the usher asked. 'Ni men dou guo shi qi shui le ma' : are you all above 16? WTF man. and then he singled out that i definitely dont look 16 when the rest of them were only 20 except for wilson. was it because i didnt had short hair like theirs to show that i'm some 'ah bing' kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt check our ICs in the end anyway since we insisted we were over that stupid age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113696740205899634?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113696740205899634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113696740205899634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113696740205899634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113696740205899634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-with-my-age.html' title='what&apos;s with my age'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113661805184669013</id><published>2006-01-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:14:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've been bumming around since christmas for god's sake. chill at my uncle's place on new year's eve. nuaz at home for the next couple of days, hoping to get some calls for interviews. well, i've already lost hope in searching for jobs of my choice i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i guess shit always happens. just when i got a call from prudential to ask me to join them for a second interview, then my recruiting agent called me to tell me there's an interview for a marketing asst position on the same day. what are the chances man?? had to tell the prudential guy i was waiting for another position and ask if they could wit for my decision. then i went down to starhub at ayer rajah(which is freaking far deep in) for the interview. most awkward moment for me was when they told me the job scope was 90% admin and very little chance of doing marketing stuff(cause the position was marketing/admin asst) right after i told them my expectation was to learn as much and apply what i've learnt in poly. felt like an anvil just dropped on me although i was warned before hand by my agent about the admin work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were 4 interviewers and they just looked at me, and i told them i didnt mind, i mean since it was starhub. but they stared at me with some disbelief i guess, and just kept asking each other if they had other questions for me. well i called agent and told her what happened and she said its probably to test me. the thing is, the other interviewee before me is someone which admin exp but no marketing background while i'm the opposite, so who would they choose?? if its not obvious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for the reply for 4 days now since the interview, and yet i've not got any answers. my mind is almost set on being an advisor and that starhub position is just dragging it on. well, if they find it really hard to decide who's the one with the ability to kill 2 birds, then i think i'm just not too suitable for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113661805184669013?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113661805184669013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113661805184669013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113661805184669013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113661805184669013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2006/01/bum.html' title='bum'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113556884212968177</id><published>2005-12-26T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:47:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating xmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was nua-ing and gaming the whole day till don ask to chill out later on xmas eve. since i have no other plans, i thought why not, if he had in mind where to go. but in the end, he wanted sebas to discuss with me where we could chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to meet sebas for dinner on saturday when i saw don's parents. we were going to eat at ivin's near my place, so i walked from home when i saw don's parents outside the post office. his mum told me he left them there so they had to walk home, weird since don said he borrowed the car in the afternoon. well, maybe he did drop them off in the noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sebas called me and told me ivin's was closed at 9, damn. so we ate at the 24hr chinese cafe beside the prata store. after dinner we went down to mind's cafe at prinsep street to meet up with don to 'chill out' since he was already there. so when we reached there, oddly not crowded considering is xmas eve, we saw him sitting down with 3 other friends. so after the introduction, bas and i sat down and it was kind of weird, feels like something's going on and we dont know what it was. so one of the friends, jeremiah, said they were having games later or something, and asked if we knew. so bas and i just turned our head to don and asked, 'so what's happening later?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt participate in the games anyway, we just played board games by ourselves for like the next 4 hours. we played starwars monopoly, simpsons game of life and this new game rubis. rather intellectual games i must say, got us thinking for very long to outwit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a countdown though, but it kind of happen so quickly we didnt react fast enough to it, before we knew it, everyone(except for a few guys) were counting down and shouting and then singing 'we wish you a merry christmas'. quite christmasy, just that we didnt know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113556884212968177?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113556884212968177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113556884212968177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113556884212968177'/><link 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pretty gal, or at least she looked cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she look really familiar, maybe someone from mags or tv i'm not sure. but i'm pretty sure if i had such a cute aquintance i would surely remember. well we were applying for the same post and i'm not sure why i didnt even talk to her. i was thinking in my mind where i saw her before so dont know what to ask her. man, i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she wished me good luck before she left and its my turn. nice interviewer/boss, briefed me about the job then asked me to read the NKF article in today's lian he zhao bao. man, thought it was kind of tough, but it was actually not too difficult except for the fact i thought it was, and screening very hard for mediacorp news when there isnt. got tricked. or at least i thought there were mediacorp news in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hope i do get the job, so i can work there because its good to have a pretigious name in my resume and its really near my place. plus the environment is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113506824917483509?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113506824917483509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113506824917483509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113506824917483509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113506824917483509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/interview.html' title='interview'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113506678186807467</id><published>2005-12-20T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:19:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you again tong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sent tong off yesterday at T2 with bas and don. he waited for us to have mac breakfast then we sat and chatted for awhile and realised, he had 3 other families going along with him. man big family outing. then he left and lam was on the way to send him off too but we didnt call him to meet him cause. didnt see the need to cause don needs to head back for work and if he wanted to send tong off, should have just came earlier anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he's in canada now. glad we spend some time gaming on sunday and the dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113506678186807467?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113506678186807467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113506678186807467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113506678186807467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113506678186807467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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skills and kinda fun even though we were not playing against each other. then the chance came for us to 'qie' another group in beach soccer. we were having fun till the malay guy came and took the posts away cause apparently no one paid for it. sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we nua again, and it began to rain.&lt;br /&gt;and we nua, and nua and nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt play volleyball, cant play soccer. nothing to do. frisbee all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did try to ask one team playing soccer if we can join them, but apparently they were having some tournament as well. so frisbee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yida was feeling hungry and leave and get some food. mac we went so tong could meet his insurance advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went terence's early 2 weeks birhtday celebration at aloha loyang and loykee didnt go(i dont know why). squeeze into tong's car cause his parents came to pick him up and i got to sit on yida's lap and lie on sebas. reached aloha and there were lots of people inside. we went in can stay in, took the food and thought we find a spot for ourselves cause there were a lot of people but we knew none of them. stood at the sliding door to have our food and watch the tv as well. the feeling was so weird cause everyone there seems to know more than 1 particular group of friends of terence except us, most of them are from the national dragon boat team, so basically we are the only small and skinny guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then we saw a kid that looks like 'chiken little' and we started making jokes and laughed at ourselves, really no 'xing siang'. then there was this kid who asked his mum like 'who's terence'. so there were actually people eating the food, having fun and about to eat the cake without knowing who's birthday celebration he's attending. so those kids were terence's cousins and he also dont really know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone left after the cake ceremony and 'ta-da' terence brought out yida's cake as planned and we celebrated for him with the kids. i guess the people left were feeling weird cause another birthday was going on. we left after the cake and went down to dubliner's to get some beer and watch a bit of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather slow yet eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113496295850692009?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113496295850692009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113496295850692009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113496295850692009'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened on departing day:&lt;br /&gt;1.the flight was deplayed for the 2nd time when we reach changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;2.long queue to wait for the crew to check us in and give us the boarding pass which was jus a piece of written paper.&lt;br /&gt;3.30 mins wait again at the holding area for the crew and plane to arrive. again late.&lt;br /&gt;4.lights on plane werent off during the flight making it diff to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5.reach bangkok late and so unfortunately took a cab driven by a lady going at only 90 tops, when the rest fo the world was zooming at 110 at least.&lt;br /&gt;6.reach the hostel in shock of how small the place was.&lt;br /&gt;7.another shock when the bed was harder than tatami mat.&lt;br /&gt;8.went out the streets for food, surprised(didnt expect to be this near) patpong night market was only across the st.&lt;br /&gt;9.had satay.&lt;br /&gt;10.shop around at patpong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:&lt;br /&gt;1.took train to chatukchat weekend market.&lt;br /&gt;2.had breakfast which was just ba cor me.&lt;br /&gt;3.walk the market until we were lost inside.&lt;br /&gt;4.had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5.walked and shop until we were lost again.&lt;br /&gt;6.tong wanted to shit so we went to the park toilet, he didnt shit cause he said it was a turnoff inside, me and bas sat on the grass like the other thais in the park to wait for tong.&lt;br /&gt;7.walked again and had juice on a small cafe, suddenly some athem is broadcast and everyone stood up and faced one direction. we just sat still on our bench not knowing what to do better.&lt;br /&gt;8.left the place after getting lost too many times.&lt;br /&gt;9.went chinatown to have dinner, kanna 'robert' by the uncle there. had bird's nest and shark's fin.&lt;br /&gt;10.walk the streets to find 'theive's market' but its a day market.&lt;br /&gt;11.took tut-tut back to patpong for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;12.don kanna 'robert' in one of the shops, ask me to help him negotiate his money back. in the end manage to salvage some by paying a bit more for another berms pus his jeans. didnt even thank me(ungrateful ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;1.wake up and took cab to MBK.&lt;br /&gt;2.had brunch at their food court.&lt;br /&gt;3.shop till mad again.&lt;br /&gt;4.had early dinner at food court again.&lt;br /&gt;5.shop again and finished walking most the shops.&lt;br /&gt;6.walk the other malls around the area.&lt;br /&gt;7.found many small shops like bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;8.ate at A&amp;amp;W, tong wanted to 'stun' the mug but didnt in the end.thought he was going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;9.walked somemore and headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3:&lt;br /&gt;1.went to find some temple cause tong wanted to view some.&lt;br /&gt;2.the receptionist at the hostel dont know if there's one nearby but we remember there's one only 2 mrt stops away.wth.&lt;br /&gt;3.went to the nearby temple, tong started snapping photos and think he went in the pray with don, while me and bas stood outside.&lt;br /&gt;4.the usher at the temple told us there's a market nearby and we walked over to ahve our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;5.reached the market, everything was in thai and we cant read any. tong attempted to communicate with one lady and she showed us english menus.&lt;br /&gt;6.my nose bled from 'heatiness' while eating. think never drink enough water since we had to buy them everyday.troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;7.took cab to another temple only to find need to pay entrance fee, and its quite small. we left.&lt;br /&gt;8.took cab to another temple somewhere far.near the grand palace.the temple was huge.paid 20baht to explore the place. saw our biology teacher from st. andrew's. took like 5 mins before we realised who she was.&lt;br /&gt;9.tong wanted to walk the grand palace or some other temple but don keep asking him if he needs to see so many temples.&lt;br /&gt;10.went to MBK area again.&lt;br /&gt;11.don cut his hair, while i go shit at a stylo toilet in Siam Centre.&lt;br /&gt;12.me,bas and tong walked the place awhile before heading back to the streets to find don.&lt;br /&gt;13.shop and walked around the area again, and again, and again until no where to walk.&lt;br /&gt;14.went to have dinner at heineken beer park outside the world trade centre.&lt;br /&gt;15.not so filling dinner with 2 jugs of beer, tong even wanted to order one barrel cause it was very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;16.watch some performances and don didnt want to leave and many people were staring at us cause our table was empty except for 2 glasses of beer.&lt;br /&gt;17.ordered calamarie but finish fast also.told don we leave after the next song then me and bas went toilet.&lt;br /&gt;18.came back and he was still at the table with tong, me and bas waited outside cause the song was ending. but still didnt leave after the song ended. left finally saying 'concert havent end, where got leave'&lt;br /&gt;19.went to suan lum night market, walked 2 of the squares then went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home:&lt;br /&gt;1.took cab to MBK for don to change his berms. some idoit tried to con us to go somewhere us by telling us MBK dont open till 1130 when we were there at 945.&lt;br /&gt;2.he did a show with the tut-tut driver to show he negotiate the price to 20baht for us to talke us to this 'Siam City'&lt;br /&gt;3.driver dropped us near MBK area to change currency, it was a good money changer with wonderful rates.&lt;br /&gt;4.paid the driver off with 20baht cause we saw people having breakfast at MBK mcdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;5.walked backed and had Mc breakfast and tong flirted with the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;6.went to change the berms only to hear 'no' from the owner cause its bad omen to return goods before they sell anything.&lt;br /&gt;7.went to buy tong's shoes at nearby place, bought dunkin' donuts for home and had coffee there.&lt;br /&gt;8.went to change the berms, only to change to one belt buckle and one polo.&lt;br /&gt;9.got back to pick up our bags and to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;10.sat in a cab that drives super fast and have very fast pick up speed.&lt;br /&gt;11.again waited at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;12.check in and had lunch at thai airways resturant&lt;br /&gt;13.boarded and slept on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there were many other interesting things that happened, just that its too long to write everything down. man i am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113406136090607379?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113406136090607379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113406136090607379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113406136090607379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113406136090607379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/bangkok.html' title='bangkok'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113358520367710990</id><published>2005-12-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:46:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artful dodger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so nai was talking about this guy the other time for 'siaming' NS. ya, he was fined $5000 but what's that too him, then he lost $30000 of his security bond. ok, maybe that's a little more painful for him, but hey, he still is a famous, world reknown pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113358520367710990?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113358520367710990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113358520367710990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113358520367710990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113358520367710990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/artful-dodger.html' title='artful dodger'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113341799642583098</id><published>2005-12-01T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:19:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unethical price of shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i got my IC back today, just happened to meet hafiz and affendi at the office. so finally get to meet this PRIVATE who was holding on to all our ICs. and guess what, i was told that they purposely went off early yesterday so that those who come in the afternoon cant get their ICs. what kind of fark shit is this? just because we ORD earlier, you are not happy? so when we were out in the field doing exercise, and you were in the office, did we come back and throw all our stores at you and tell you to clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113341799642583098?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113341799642583098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113341799642583098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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difficult? well, its has been proven to me that, yes, it is. why must there always be some cock up every now and then, even when i'm leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach camp, the office is lock, so i cant get my key to unlock the bunk, so that i can get my clearance form to get my IC. so i did these:&lt;br /&gt;1. called meryvn cause i thought he was the COS.&lt;br /&gt;2. asked hamzah where hisham was cause he is the COS.&lt;br /&gt;3. looked around the company line and smoking point.&lt;br /&gt;4. went up to his bunk to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally i found him, bathing in the toilet. got the key, went to the bunk, get the clearance form and headed to office to get my IC. i stepped in and before i can ask anyone, this guy asked if i'm ORDing today (i thought to myself, finally something is right, taking initiative my man). but hell no, the nest thing that came out from his mouth was the catalyst of irritation. he told me i cant get my IC cause the person issuing it just took half day leave/off and is not around. and that person happen to be the last guy i need to find to sign my clearance form. KNNBCCB. the 1st word that came out of my mouth was F***, and that guy told me i was not the 1st today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately called hafiz and zongwei to tell them not to come down but hafiz didnt pick up his phone cause he was on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so somebody answer me,&lt;br /&gt;1.why is it the only guy that can issue us the IC and sign our form be allowed to take leave or off when no one else can replace or take over his work?&lt;br /&gt;2.why did he even take leave/off in the 1st place if there will be people coming to find him?&lt;br /&gt;3.is there no other way to get things done in this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113334497864901149?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113334497864901149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113334497864901149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113334497864901149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113334497864901149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113320212222660346</id><published>2005-11-29T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:22:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody come let me in......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i've been searching for jobs for the past week, and i must say its not exactly easy based on the fact that i'm just a diploma holder with no experience. went for 3 interviews and 2 of them were asking me to become a financial planner/insurance agent. well, the great eastern one was not bad considering they wanted to groom someone to manager level but i still kind of wanted to study and defintely not money or result orientated now. and the odd one out, looks like a sleazy company trying to sell some health products which the interviewer doesnt want to tell me what until the next interview, and the interviewer looks more sloppy than i am(at least my goatee looks better). plus his 'ang mo' is power half past six man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the week past with only selling invest/insurance seemingly the only choices i have, but that's not what i want. crap shit man. so i continued searching the web for more jobs, then i figured, maybe i can search the companies i want to work in and check their career option. checked MTV, adidas, nike, espnstar and even mediacorp, and what they have are mostly hands-on stuff, if not they require some degree or exp. MTV had an interesting position: traffic scheduler, maybe will apply but need cover letter. here comes another problem, i cant write a good cover letter, maybe i just dont know how to write a good one cause i have nothing to write. personally not much skills aquired through my 2 yrs in NS except some leadership skills and man-management. its 'lan pa pa lan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i can do now is try to aquire more skills, trying learn adobe photoshop and image ready, plus brush up my Office skills. hopefully attempt to write a better cover letter so i can apply for better jobs, if not i'll wait until sebas finishes his papers(which is also Sat, and we'll be flying off to bangkok). thus wait till next week when everyone is free to help me, maybe by then i'll get a job(not sales related!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life of searching for jobs and knowing if you dont get one, you'll definitely be eating air. plus the inconvenient interview calls and appointments makes it difficult to plan for anything. fark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113320212222660346?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113320212222660346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113320212222660346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113320212222660346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113320212222660346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/somebody-come-let-me-in.html' title='somebody come let me in......'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113259722708717602</id><published>2005-11-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:20:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of cock ups..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i started my day at the gym after don replied me like 2am in the mornin, expecting me to be watching the last match of the day, however i did not. fortunately he was awake ehrn i sms him at 10...so we went for gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we worked out for like 2 hrs...longest we ever did. the plan was to headed down to peninsula after lunch cause we wanted to book the airasia tickets and hostel, but don showed me some tour ads and an airasia ad showing 30 flights. so he thought we could just call from my home instead of going down if the tour agents have better prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was calling and he was surfing the net and playing games.....when i got a greast price from one of the agents, we were shocked...$258 for 4D3N flying SQ..can you believe that..farking cheap. but then i called back..realised got $91 tax and there wasnt any seats available, happy for nothing. in the end still have to revert back to the old plan: budget air plus hostel. travelling like true savers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up spending like 3 hrs trying to get the bookijngs done cause we need the passport expiry and tong doesnt know his. by the time he got to us, the page expired and have to retype all the shitty details again. nothing is more irritating than typing the same thing over and over again with your com getting slower and slower. was going to meet sebas for dinner at 730, in the end 730 then managed to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached cine at 815, thought bas and yida would be eating, then i realised yida was eating at home, so paiseh man, made bas wait for so long. so we went straight to BK for dinner cause we watching Harry Potter at 840. then yida called saying he's waiting at the cinema, then we realised...shit its 840 and we're still eating, i stuff the rest of the burger in and grabbed the coke. so we went up to looked for yida and i went the toilet. caused it's a one cubicle toilet i was queuing outside when i heard bas's voice from far, something's wrong. i got out of the queue, knowing something's wrong. he told me yida is at toa payoh!! WTH..that's super far, i thought he was at lido or something still can walk over. guess its another case of him misinterpreting bas's msg wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, both of us went in to watch anyway, with an empty seat beside us. crappy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what, i just checked my mail and airasia havent sent me any confirmation and when i checked my booking online, they showed me some error in booking. WTF!!!! and i checked my account, the money is pending for payment, what kind of shit is this. i applied they say double booking, i called and the person say its booked and will send a mail, now? what's going on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113259722708717602?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113259722708717602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113259722708717602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113259722708717602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ago and my bro doesnt really want my shuffle...so now i have to get rid of it. not something i thought of before getting the ipod but what the hell, how diff can it be right, considering everyone's kinda like shopping online nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap 2 pics of it and on it goes on the web..hopefully catches someone's attention, but who really wants to get a 512mb mp3 player??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113247941410863050?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113247941410863050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113247941410863050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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attempting to bring one of my 'lost' man back to camp so that he can be charged..SOL or DB whatever is best for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took my dad's car and drove all the way down to tampines and getting lost in there for 20mins, no thanks to lousy street signs. reach his place and spent like 10 mins knocking on the freaking hard door and yet no one came to answer...so why isnt he at home?? fark this...decided to just tell my PC no one answered and he can be charged even more for not staying home if he got Att C...called my PC and went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7 pm..garry called me telling me PC and him were going down to get him..apparently he's at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wa-la' he appeared before me when i went back to camp to do my clearance(yes, farking waste of time)..didnt talk to him though, maybe i just cant be bothered since he doesnt appreciate my help anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSION 'SECTION COMMANDER' - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113232019479451391?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113232019479451391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113232019479451391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113232019479451391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113232019479451391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/finish.html' title='finish......'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113180539381682750</id><published>2005-11-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:23:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woke up early just to go ubin today with don...turn out to be a rather fruitful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up around 11..then we heaed stright down to changi to have our lunch..had chay kuay teow which was nice...but too spicy..sianzz...plus another shared plate of carrot cake..so by 130 we were on our way to the jetty, and man has the place changed...the jetty is now some sort of tourist attraction area with shops and seats and even police and their scanners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however just before we were went on the bumboat, we kana cut queue by one couple and had to wait for the next one...crap man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there, 1st thing was to rent a bike...and don being don suggested getting a gd one..which cost us $6...thought it was ex...but it proved to be quite worth it...so with everything, we chiong for the roads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went all the way to the left side of ubin(cant remember the name of the place)...and chiong all the dirt tracks which is why i said the $6 is well spent...we climb through a fence to get to a quarry and followed by biking though muddy tracks to another quarry ehich looks inviting enough to swim...and that was also where don got his shoes and berms muddy by slipping a stone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterthat we went back to the town area and bought drinks and chiong down the other roads and they just get harder and harder....almost every 50m there's like a upslope....hell for my thighs...but it also provided some thrill in biking down bumpy dirt tracks....so we hit nordin beach followed by mamman beach then we headed back as we needed to get back by 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had power dinner at changi afterthat....chicken chop plus one plate of cockles...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slurrrppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113180539381682750?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113180539381682750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113180539381682750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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kana footrot.......and its getting worse even when i stay at home....wth is going on man....wonder when this crap shit wound is a going to heal and stop comming back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113135158772357792?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113135158772357792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113135158772357792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113135158772357792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113135158772357792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113126118517707181</id><published>2005-11-07T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:13:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfortunate day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yesterday went over to don's place to help him with his assignment, best thing happened. we bought dinner back to his place to eat and when we reach his place..he realised he didnt bring his key...wah lan...and there was no one at home..so he climbed in over the gate to find a way in, then he ask me to climb over and when i landed, i tripped on my own sandals...cock man...and did a 360 roll on the floor...ultimate stunt breakfall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we spent like 30 mins roaming around the place trying to find an entrance to get into the house...think the parents became paranoid and lock every single window and door ever since they kana burglared once...1st we tried to 'giao' the door with my key and later a knife but the latch was to long...then don tried to climb up to his bro's room, but the window was locked...man we felt like lousy thieves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally gave up and we jus had dinner on the outside table, waiting for his dad to come home...after 1 hr 30 mins...at 745pm...his bro came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after helping him with his assignment, he wanted to slp so i decided to go home....best...his dad took the car..wah kao...its 1245 liao...so i gambled to see if got bus to take...as i was alking out...166 went pass...f*** shit...but i waited a while more hoping for other late buses to come....but none came and in the end need to take the NR1 which stops at bishan and i had to walk home cause only had 4 bucks in my wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113126118517707181?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113126118517707181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113126118517707181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113126118517707181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113126118517707181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/unfortunate-day.html' title='unfortunate day'/><author><name>TL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02588631673347097832</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-18347444.post-113094591481757799</id><published>2005-11-03T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:38:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fabric and studs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;got a sms from don yesterday noon asking me to go out cause he wanted to buy some new fabric, well i was relieved...finally, i going out instead of nua-ing at home for the past few days or even the next few days. so i took my bath and headed out to meet him...took a bus down to sunshine and found out the shop he wanted to go to was closed, think not his day...so we headed down bencoollen area there for him to look for fabric, i didnt even expect the place we went to sell anything cause its like out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went into the 1st shop we saw and flipped through a 'button album' cause he wanted to buy some buttons and man, did the owner sell lots of buttons. he had almost all sorts of buttons by most brands like Chanel, Guess..... but nothing don wanted. so we browse through some fabric and he ask me to pick one so that he can make me a shirt...COOL!!... next time can save money liao hahaha...ok i didnt choose anything but he said he'll make something for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on to other shops to find better fabrics and amazing we went into a shop that sells great fabric..i mean the prints and quality were great for clothes made for young adults like us...best of all...the lady boss provided a few sets of samples for don to take home for reference...man...that's SERVICE i tell you...i've been to many shops and everytime don ask for samples, the owners will show those damn reluctant faces...some dun even want to cut out a small piece for him...there's even one shop that charge him for the small sample....anyway that shops name is 'Seng Heng' and is moving to pearl centre i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebas met up with us at 'seng heng' cause he went to smu in the morning...after that we headed down to bugis st cause dear told me they have lots of nice studs there...so we walk down the busy st...and it was damn crowded...we basically were just weaving through the shops and ppl until the last shop before we left...don ask if i wanna check out the studs...saw 2 pairs i liked and got them...how's that for shopping...5 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was dinner, and we saw an interesting event. we sat at this table which was fill with plates and whatever and we waited for the cleaner to come but he just didnt...so after like 15 mins the cleaner finally came and after cleaning, he left a few sets of orange plates and bowls on the table without clearing them and went to clear another table...then i realised the cockery belong to the stall just behind our table but the owner was just waiting for the cleaner to clear it for them! when the cleaner left our table, the owner ran after him and told him to clear the table...what logic is that?? would it have kill the owner or his wife to clear the plates themselves?? pls ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went don's place to 'pa' game and that's pretty much the end of an fulfilling day instead of nua-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113094591481757799?l=cookedup.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18347444.post-113078029085824300</id><published>2005-11-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:02:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush to wait n wait to rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya, i manage to extract the studs out...n hell it hurts. took me 10 mins to take one out n out in the stick...fortunately reinserting the stick doesnt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to camp today, found out that there's heighten security implemented and even i was not spared. after staying in MAJU for 1 yr, today was the 1st time i had to surrender my camera phone...wth...going to ORD and these kind of treatment?? i was suppose to have my LOA but they had not issued it to me, so i was phoneless for more than half a day...powerless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back for my dental FFI, intructions: book in by 0830, transport leaving at 0900. and so i booked in at 815...but we wait for so long that i fell asleep....till 1030!!!! our dental appointment was suppose to be at 1030...the best part was that when we went down to the vehicle...it was a mini van.. well a mini was okay but the problem was that we had 16 people n the capacity was only 10... what else can go wrong... but we were fortunate that and 5 tonner was willing to drop us off at SAFTI...after all the discussion...we left at 1045...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went straight to the dental clinic and hey, saw our follow spec from Charlie coy waiting there....n he's been wating for 30 mins.............................n yao saw his friend and he's friend waited for an hour already...so we figure...since they have waited so long...let's go for brunch... we were in a foreign land(SAFT MI) and we didnt know where's the canteen and guess what.. lau asked a CONSTRUCTION WORKER!! and he's not even Singaporean...he's a Blanga...amazingly the worker knew where the canteen was and there we were...OCS canteen...and man were their food expensive...i think to suit their allowance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had bee hoon,egg and fish cake and it cost $1.80....think the egg is golden and the fish is salmon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after makan we headed back only to wait for another 30 mins....by that time, yao's friend have already wait for more than 2 hours....and the appointment last a mere 5 minutes...can u believe this...5 freaking minutes.....they jus wanted to see how many teeth we have fillings in....worse was the admin lady there...telling us to shut our gap cause we were noisy....i mean we would have been quiet if everything was more efficient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthing finished and we headed back to camp...since we were there we decided to go for our body check...and we waited again.....for like 1 and 1/2 hours......n the consultation took last than a minute..not that i want to complain that i took last than 1 minute but the fact we had to wait........crap man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what shiek said,'it's an icing on the cake....when you ORD,the organisation shows that they are still inefficient'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113078029085824300?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113078029085824300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113078029085824300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113078029085824300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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month....wat can i do?? i wanna go for bike lessons but i'm not sure how to talk my parents into letting me learn something considered dangerous by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking, maybe its time i do something i wanted to try all along??...i mean i am still here now with nothing much achieved so what's a little risk going to make???been thinking bout all these for quite a long time now...since i'm so free......time to execute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i got my ears pierced...pretty cool...but i totally forgotten to buy the sticks for my holes when i need to book in to camp...probably shld have found out more about piercing man...cos i heard must leave the studs on for around 2 weeks so that the wound can heal...WTH man...so come sunday i'll be trying to take them out n it will be very 'gao wei' as don describes it...den i'll have a hard time putting in the sticks cos the hole will still be small....AHHHHHH... pain is wat i fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have bought the sticks before i went home if only they were not sold only in girly shops....i would look like some 'gei-lo' if i step in n start seraching for something...i'm pretty sure the salesgirls will start giggling behind my back and make small bets on my sexuallity...so there i was, screening through far east...homing in on my target but failed terribly...couldnt see any from outside the shops...n for those i went into...they had none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect senario would be me buying the sticks and asking the person if he/she could help change it on the spot....but hell....'murphy's law'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113049591876369811?l=cookedup.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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18347444.post-113040360947839227</id><published>2005-10-28T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:41:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the 'green'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;been in the army for like.....2yrs 1 mth already...n frankly i'm gettin very sick of it. why take so long before letting us clear our freaking leave...we are entitled to them arent we? so being commanders, we mus have a different kind of mentality n suck it up...well fortunately we haven exploded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole yr has been rather shitty for me...or maybe extremely full of crap as warned by my mum...she told me last yr i might be pretty unlucky this yr becos i was born in the yr of the 'pig'..so she hung a pair of chinese 'dui lians' if dats wat its called on my bedroom walls...hey i tot those charms can protect me....but shit still happens.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last yr ended,which i guess was the start of unfortunate events....came the breakup(hell it was shitty during dat time) n went on was our new battalion trainin programme....fark the 'chiong sua' man....use to have long breaks after deployment...but the breaks became shorter n shorter...bad enuff we are feelin miserable n they took away our only form of escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was suffering...but who noes...go to camp wif a smiley face cos i still had to take care of my men...n den suffer together again....wat have i really gained? i tink nothing....probably except for the fact meeting the men open my eyes to the different kind of ppl in our society....i dun hav to do ATEC, my deployment is getting easier but longer... n i do half-fark 'chiong sua'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunnno wats goin in the battalion but they sure dun give a damn about their guys....the whole yr i've jus been lookin forward to my ORD......can only mean its a shitty life inside...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully life after the army is better.....as many would testify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18347444-113040360947839227?l=cookedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113040360947839227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18347444&amp;postID=113040360947839227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113040360947839227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18347444/posts/default/113040360947839227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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