<?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-20399434</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:14:36.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chinese Ghost Story</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello...visit my friendster @ http://www.friendster.com/profiles/ziyang</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-1223069850467704516</id><published>2008-06-02T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:50:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>Dear girl, its been nice knowing you seriously. We have known each other for 1 year already. And I probably never regretted telling you that I got some feelings for you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we first met each other was at the MRT station after 07/08 Blood Drive. It was the last day of the blood drive. You were helping out with the packing up and I was returning home after studying in school. There, you were introduced to me by someone as the person who was going to do the duty with my the following day in school. If I'm correct, the date is 13th may, a saturday. That was the day for the first duty I did with you. My first impression of you was that you seems a little quiet and shy. I did most of the talking that day. All rubbish stuff. Whatever things that could come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days later, you came to tag on my friendster comment. I still remember it. Subsequently was your first aid course and on the very last day, I sms you and you asked how i got the number. Of course I got your number. I'm holding one of the top post in the club. Thats why I got the list of everyone's number. So you were added on msn and we started chatting. The chats started to go very long. And the first thing I came home everyday was to login to my computer waiting for you to come online. When you finally did came online, my heart was thumping and my fingers were itchy. The first word was most likely 'yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo' or 'yoyo'! Sounds funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we were out was probably on the day when we did the clementi student centre duty. The first person who came to my mind was to ask you for the duty since you were quite into it. At the same time, sharlyn was perhaps trying to get you to be more involved in the  club. During that period of time, I was busy with the checking of the supplies for the kits and therefore during the day of the duty, need to go to school a bit earlier to settle it. So I asked if you want to tag along with the checking and you did. Then we went to school at about 2pm and do some stock check. When we were done, we  went down to Clementi central and got our dinner and next proceed to that student centre. If you could remember, the place was still under renovation and the auntie allowed us to go eat inside since there were no one. So a table was pulled out and we started eating. When we were done, we went to the counter and just sat there. There, you took out your books and started asking me about your Marine Engineering Knowledge Stuff. You asked and I answered your questions. All about the 2 different types of engine used. 2 and 4 stroke. And so I explained and the aunty was just beside and she commented that I explained very well and could be a lecturer. Hahaha. After the duty, we went home individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till that period of time, I still treat you as another friend of mine. Nothing special yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, time passes by quickly and our chat on msn continued. Almost daily, we would be sitting at the computer chatting to each other. And you would log off at around 10.30 or 11pm to sleep. We would talk about everything. From your daily happenings in school to 'phwe' to your sister. So that was the period of time which I was slowly feeling that I do have some feelings with you. But at the same time, perhaps you found yourselves some new companion around in school also. Making friends is good, since you are still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would also sms each other quite regularly during that period of time. I got the urge to sms you daily to ask about your live. But would keep my hands off the phone as I was really afraid that it would you would get angry with me for being too nosy and bothersome. Seriously telling you, everyone of your sms replies would really lighten up my day making me real happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school before class and during lunch hour, my head would be turning around the place, hoping to get a glimpse of you eating. Whenever you did appear somehow, my heart would be thumping and even if most of the meetings would start and end in a seconds of 'hi' and 'bye' affair, it really brings light into my dull and stressful school life. I do not know if you have the same feeling but I certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by, I tried to ask you out a few times but understand at the same time that your parents were pretty protective. As someone's son and a parent to be in the future, I would always put myself in their shoes telling me that its natural for them to try to find out about who you are with and chatting to. Therefore I understand about them not letting you come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a ray of hope came. And i was thrilled. It was the last day of my exams and the following day I was flying to sweden. That day, I prepared myself to the max. Waxed my hair first time in a few months, cut it short and nice. Dressed myself up in the newest t-shirt i got. And promptly met you at Serangoon bus interchange. Was actually looking forward to this. My very first 1 on 1 date with a girl. As the bus approaches the interchange, my eyes were scanning about trying to identify you among the crowd of students and working people who are returning home from work. Found you standing and waiting near the 317 waiting point, wearing a yellow shirt and a pair of jeans. Time was around 4pm. As it was still early, I brought you for a bus ride on bus 317 around Serangoon gardens and became your tour guide. Talked non stop! That was how thrilled I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus rolled over the Serangoon Gardens circle and we got off. We were not hungry yet so again I brought you around serangoon garden for a tour. Then we ate prata as a snack around 5pm. A pretty dumb time for eating snack. Ate as we talked. Still remembered you tearing up your prata into smaller bits before eating it. Then we walked over to the market and got some sugar cane. We ordered without looking at the store.And when we realised it, the store was actually infested with flies. Saw the shock and disgusted look on your face, then you threw the packet away. I continued drinking and you were saying how dirty it was and later i might just get stomachache. hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came and we went to chomp chomp for dinner. I ordered from the bbq stall and the oyster omelet. You were afraid of spicy stuff, so I got them without chilli. Then we got another 2 big cups of sugar cane again. The food turns out to be not to your liking. I can see that. Oily, and the stingray doesnt taste nice without chilli. Hmm, you were simply picking out the oysters from the eggs and starch and passing them over to my side. Sorry for the bad dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we took a bus to Punggol Jetty. Same thing on the bus, we were talking and talking till we reached that place. Then we went to the jetty and chat. Talked and talked about everything. Then I explained to you about fishing stuff and asked if you would like to try out fishing when I'm back. Then you said that you wont mind trying it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky soon darkens and we headed back. You saw dogs and was sort of terrified about them. Then the bus came and we board. The chatting started again till we reached our destination. About 2 or 3 stops before the stop, it started raining. It rained quite heavily and at the stop, you took our your umbrella from your bag and passed it to me. I had it opened and we tried to cross the busy road under the umbrella. Then suddenly you rain across the road when there's no cars and up the pavement with me trailing behind trying to catch you and shelter you. And so I finally caught up and sheltered you to your block. Sent you to the lift and then i left. Before I left, you offered me your umbrella which I declined. Then i ran to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there, I remembered that I sent you a sms asking if you were home already. Then you replied with yes and told me not to be worried. A few sms were traded before the bus came. Then I went home with the sky still raining. How I ever wish that night never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I left for sweden. In sweden, I use to wake up at 6am in the morning, sometimes earlier, just to chat with you on msn. Chatting as we normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was back, I realise that its probably the time for me to tell you about how I felt for you. The kind of yearn. Perhaps a few times did someone hint to you regarding this matter. And I could feel slowly that you were trying to keep away from me. Like how you would leave with some girls to get something instead of getting me do it. It definitely hurts inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes on friendster, I would see guys tagging their comments on your board. And through chats, I would find out that you probably have a few suitors at the same time as well. This upsets me alot and I never voice it out to anyone other than 2 or 3 of my close friends. When you speak to guys, I feel a sense of jealousy asking myself why ain't me the one who is speaking to you instead. That night cycling duty was probably one of the worst duty every. There was 2 ambulance present and you girls choose to take the other one instead. That probably like made me feel upside down for the whole night. And that night, I choose to put my emotions and became sort of a little crazy, scolding and making fun of the people cycling on the ambulance instead. I know the choice is yours and i have no rights to stopping you doing whatever you want. But sometimes would you know that there's a somebody out there who wanted to show some concern and care for his special someone but was not given a chance to do it? The more I was avoided, the more my heart broke. That probably made me wonder should I actually confess to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession is something that probably did cross my mind alot of times. But I choose to kept mum about it. Why? Cause I was simply afraid that there would be a chance in friendship after I confess. Simply to say, I dont want anything to happen to our precious friendship which I treasured. But I cant help it as the feeling and stress of keeping it inside my heart was too great. Every other time when I have nothing to do or think, you would flash across my mind. The image of you and the night of my first little date with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, everything simply starts to change after I confessed to you on day 2 of the night cycling, after sending you back. I know how tired you are. So am I.  You told me that you have no intention of getting into a relationship currently and had the objective of completing your studies now. And that I am just one of your very friend amongst your little circle. Or should I interpret it. It simply means that I have no chance and should simply back off. But I was wrong. I simply put in the fact that that I had still have a chance in the race and should not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes, our msn chats grew shorter and became more diluted. Busy with your life maybe. Me on the other hand was still busy with my studies. Life simply revolves round work and nothing else. Becoming emotional became almost a daily affair. Through chats, I found out that you indeed have other suitors and they were making their moves as well, trying to win your heart. And that made my mood worst. Then I realised that perhaps its time for me to just back out and carry on with my life. But sadly for me, its simply hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On certain occasions or should I say period of time, you might notice that I appear to be offline for 2 weeks or sometimes even 1 month. Yes, you might think that I'm busy. But in fact i'm not. I'm just try to forget and let go. But at the end of these offline periods, I would simply break the cycle and start talking to you again. And you might just think, "oh you are free already ah?!" To you, it probably simply means that I'm free to come online already. But to me, it simply means that I'm a failure in handling relationship affairs, my feelings too. I cant control it. Seeing you online but not talking to you made it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting emotional also applies to when meeting up or with you around. Perhaps you did notice. Not one but a few times. I would simply become quiet looking sad or just walk off to do other things. I got no idea why. Seeing you made me felt that way. Sometimes I might just appear to be alright but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, after so much of considerations to lighten off this burden inside me, I simply deleted you off the list from every aspect of communications that allows me to view you. First was msn. Next was on my hp, with all the sms that you sent me starting from the first. And lastly was on friendster. I might sound cruel and totally weak. But thats the least I could do. And hopefully in 6 months time, I would be able to let go off you. Typing this email probably seems that I am not able to do so after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very lastly, I would like to tell you good luck in your future. Should we ever meet again its all up to fate. As time passes by, perhaps you might be able to find the one whom you truly like.But in my mind, you are still the little sweet 17 yr old girl that came into my life and left a huge impression and impact in it when I was 19. I will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with teary eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-1223069850467704516?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1223069850467704516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=1223069850467704516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1223069850467704516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1223069850467704516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-3921677450028175211</id><published>2008-06-02T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:47:27.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably my last post</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling both sad, worried but excited abou this. The job might sounds interesting but from what I heard, its sure a tough job. Thanks for all the greetings and wishes from friends. It sure is a warm thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the company this morning and the ship's log was still not in. So was asked to call back in the afternoon at around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with aaron today morning at SG gardens market. Talked hell load of rubbish and ogle at alot of mosmos. Nice. Then went to NTUC to help my mom get something. My last errand for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my father sent me one sms which is so touching. It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;Son. Pursuit your own dreams. Don't worry about us. Take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Its damn touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm still thinking of 'ahem'. not sure if its the right thing to do not contacting her. i know deep inside me that i still like her alot. but what made me do things of such extremities of cutting of contact totally is still unclear. there are 2 voices inside me. one telling me that i got no chance with her and i should just forget about it. the other was telling me that no matter what, tell her that you still like her. dont wait till when you got no chance already then you regret your decision.&lt;br /&gt;please advice me what to do. i'm totally clueless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-3921677450028175211?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/3921677450028175211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=3921677450028175211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/3921677450028175211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/3921677450028175211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/06/probably-my-last-post.html' title='Probably my last post'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-1535542452049329007</id><published>2008-05-31T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:22:03.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to go!</title><content type='html'>I'm going off on mon/tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on a product tanker Jurong Herring. It usually sails around this region and frequents Singapore quite often. So I think I'm going to get a malaysian sim card for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuff are sort of packed. Still coughing due to the junk food that i ate and the 'heatiness' in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is actually happy this time. Hopefully will be able to complete it asap and come back home before chinese new year. Then i can share all my nice stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-1535542452049329007?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1535542452049329007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=1535542452049329007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1535542452049329007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1535542452049329007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/05/ready-to-go.html' title='Ready to go!'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2681574225807031352</id><published>2008-05-30T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:15:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>ok graduation ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had such a good feeling for a long time. friends all gathered. perhaps when you look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are older, you will begin to think how are these people who spent 3 years with you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing right now. this might perhaps be the last time we will see or contact each other for a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years while we are busy with our career. keep in touch dudes! take care and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i'm going down to the shipping company to confirm my sailing date and sign the contract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2681574225807031352?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2681574225807031352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2681574225807031352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2681574225807031352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2681574225807031352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-7028553506219221547</id><published>2008-05-26T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:05:56.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile a little smile for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BR3xcZ-osqE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BR3xcZ-osqE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-7028553506219221547?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7028553506219221547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=7028553506219221547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/7028553506219221547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/7028553506219221547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/05/smile-little-smile-for-me.html' title='Smile a little smile for me'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-418492380405920587</id><published>2008-05-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:16:20.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few posts before leaving</title><content type='html'>Well i predict that i would be leaving in a week's time, after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRC camp's done. Can be improved. Told them what's wrong already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things 75% packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Since this is the last few posts, I would like to write useful things here in case something happen to me during the 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my poly classmates reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not known you all long enough. But its good knowing you. Should I ever hurt you before, kindly forgive me. I know during my 3 years in poly, I'm pretty straight forward and get pissed off over alot of matters. So once again I would like to apologize over them. I still remember the outings and all the fun things we did together. And my little fyp group. The time we spent in sweden was simply priceless. The images of that place and us always flashes across my mind. Cheers and good luck to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear SPRC friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing people! Nice knowing you people. In fact you all are one of my closest buddies around. kTV sessions..ahh I simply love them. And the duties also. I know sometimes I might seems a bit crazy sometimes over the things i said. Dont worry, this is part of my efforts to relieve stress. And i also dont like outings to be dry. Simply to say, I like to make people smile, thats why I like to joke around. But i do know that you all know how serious I look when I take control of things and start barking commands. Dont worry. These are very normal. I'm serious when i work. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Moii brudda iff chiuus ishh reading tishh. Chiuss ishh probably one of the few moiii ishh found so much common interest in. Chiuus ishh a goot person. Keep it up. Goot ruck for chiiius future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear sec sch friend clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, I've known you guys since sec1. Thats probably 8 years of friendship already. And i'm very glad that we are still meeting up. Well, you all might find that I seems to change quite alot since secondary school. Well, just to tell you. ACtually, I'm like that in primary school. Its just that the situation in secondary school changed me into someone who doesnt like to speak or socialize much. So dont worry. And also, try not to talk about NS too often during the outings  cause those who are not in yet will feel damn left out. Good friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear pop and mom. Thanks for bringing me up. I know, sometimes I might not be a very good son, making you both angry and all sorts. But I do try to make myself the best one possible. Well, I've not been very academically inclined, but this time at least i won prize for my poly education. I do remember some very nice moments of my life. My first genting highlands and cameron highlands trip. And how I stole and ate milo powder and mother chased and threaten to send me to boys home. I know its part of educating us. Dont worry, all of what you have done have moulded me into what I am today. Sometimes I would really wonder how would you both be when i'm away. Mother probably would not have anyone to speak to during the day time. And pop would have 1 less person to speak to about his work and all sorts of things. I know you want me to stop sailing after this 6 months. But I'll see how. I would not want you both to worry about me. Cause that will bring guilt to me also. Not being able to perform my duty as a son, causing you to have an additional burden is not what i want. I promise to take care of myself and return safely. Just dont worry too much. I'm a grown up man now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  my dear brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bro, i still remember the times while we were kids and how we used to play in that little house made with our mattress. And also using beds as our little play area. These are all memories now. I dont know if i did my job as an elder brother since young, I know i did not do a good job. Anyway what i really hope is that you will become closer to your parents. Try not to take them for granted. Sometimes, do some thinking before making certain decisions or say our harsh things. Take another person's point of view sometimes and you will be able to see a much clearer picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-418492380405920587?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/418492380405920587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=418492380405920587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/418492380405920587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/418492380405920587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-few-posts-before-leaving.html' title='Last few posts before leaving'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-136946390677858542</id><published>2008-05-18T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:25:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nil</title><content type='html'>i dont have the rights to stop you from socializing and making new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the humour to make you smile and laugh these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel very comfortable with you around and god knows why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the feeling of sourness in me when seeing you with other guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if its the correct move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to back out quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ha2SMXSlkW8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ha2SMXSlkW8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-136946390677858542?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/136946390677858542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=136946390677858542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/136946390677858542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/136946390677858542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/05/nil.html' title='Nil'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-5930524931806843396</id><published>2008-04-28T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:14:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>well, i am trying to remove X's very existence from earth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no more on fwendster&lt;br /&gt;-no more on msn&lt;br /&gt;-no more phone number&lt;br /&gt;-no sms inside my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its probably the worst inhumane thing i did so far. goodbye for good. and stop contacting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-5930524931806843396?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5930524931806843396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=5930524931806843396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5930524931806843396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5930524931806843396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-5839433943231145879</id><published>2008-04-10T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:34:01.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dip with Merit</title><content type='html'>Wow my hard work finally paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip with Merit &amp;amp; a Keppel Offshore and Marine Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2603001550102043559CiYqIf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb10.webshots.com/42441/2603001550102043559S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="my prize" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2141508554917577857</id><published>2008-04-07T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:44:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up coming events</title><content type='html'>April&lt;br /&gt;- 6 &amp;amp; 7  = Some job in an outdoor adventure company. Job would be in the NCC HQ&lt;br /&gt;- 9 = My airforce pilot compass test&lt;br /&gt;- 10 = results for the awards for COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to find some temp job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2141508554917577857?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2141508554917577857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2141508554917577857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2141508554917577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2141508554917577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/04/up-coming-events.html' title='Up coming events'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-8898717620265704250</id><published>2008-04-06T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:40:02.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the past 2 months</title><content type='html'>Went for RC chalet at Pasir Ris Chalet on 29th feb to 2nd march. Quite a fun chalet actually. Did our bbq on the first day. found out that chicken wings marinated with soy sauce would be so nice. Went to wild wild wet on 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commando interview was interesting. Reached the camp late. Assembled there and saw tock seng. From there, went over to do some 'agility' tests. Next was going to the medical centre and the damn MO still put me as combat fit despite my right knees. Then after that went to do some fitness tests like pull up and sit-ups. After this was an interview by the 2WO. Well this seems to be very short one. Probably less than 3 minutes. He asked questions like 1. Describe the army formations  2. What do you think commandos do  3. Describe yourself  4. What are you doing now. That was it. Those things he asked me. After that went for lunch, followed by a 2 and 1/2 hour long test. I would rate it more towards personality more than an IQ test. Basically they repeatedly asked the same questions just to judge the consistency of your answers and see your personality. Then after the test I went home. Finished probably at around 3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went alone for my fire fighting and medical first aid. Met dorothy at the medical first aid course and she's stuck to me due to the fact that her class guys aint very nice people to interact with. There she told me all sorts of sailing stuff etc. And well, successfully passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fighting course was interesting. Did some practical stuff like playing with extinguishers and hoses. Mind you! The pressure from the hose used is only 5 bar and i was always pushed back by it. Other than that, was the introductory of the BA set.  Quite an interesting and informative course i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my interview at titans ocean. They were only taking in 2 out of 6 cadets. I would say this is the worst interview i performed in for the past 3 years. Wouldn't expect myself to get a place inside anyway. My mood was already screwed when they know about my bond. And worst still, I did not carry out my plus points and thats screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asked to go for a southern island trip with Xiao Shu. Board the boat at RSYC and the boat took sometime to reach the southern islands. We were fishing at areas somewhere near to Bukom. Catch rates were poor for the earlier part of the day. Caught only 1 small reef fish. Then in the afternoon, I got 2 parrots simultaneously. They were probably couples. Felt quite sad breaking them apart. 1 was the typical parrot fish colour and the other was in brown yellow and black. We shifted spot until some place near an island. There were a few other boats there also. There, i got a chermin and someone got a cobia, which is probably the highlight of the trip. Then there were a few other bites also and we ended the day at around 9pm, reaching the marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a ktv session last thurs with my RC clique. This was some ktv in chinatown. A family ktv i would say. Rates were quite cheap. Only cost like $11.70 for the whole night and it includes free flow of drinks. What a steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gathering was organized to bid farewell to those guys leaving for either NS or sailing. Went over to that buffet place beside the sembawang book shop in AMK central. Food was not that bad but price wise seems abit on the high side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-8898717620265704250?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8898717620265704250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=8898717620265704250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8898717620265704250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8898717620265704250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-past-2-months.html' title='for the past 2 months'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-1169250460022035260</id><published>2008-02-27T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:27:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="PSGROUPBOX" border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MODULE CODE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MODULE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CREDIT UNITS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;!--CREDIT EARNED--&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GRADE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA105Z&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;PROJECT WORK&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--3--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA1094&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ELECTRICAL MACHINES &amp;amp; SYSTEMS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--5--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA1095&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ORGANISATION BEHAVIOUR &amp;amp; MANAGEMENT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--4--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA1077&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;MARINE WORKSHOP PRACTICE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--2.5--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;DIST&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA1076&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;IC ENGINES &amp;amp; BOILERS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--4--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;B+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="PSEDITBOX"&gt;&lt;td&gt;MA1096&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ENGINEERING DESIGN&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--4--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;B+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table class="PSEDITBOX" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20%"&gt;Semester GPA:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20%"&gt;3.822&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20%"&gt;Cumulative GPA:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20%"&gt;3.722&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;DIPLOMA AWARDED&lt;br /&gt;CO-CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES (CCA) - AD&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad! 3 years of studies managed to maintain an average gpa of 3.722! Quite an achievement. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-1169250460022035260?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1169250460022035260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=1169250460022035260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1169250460022035260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1169250460022035260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/02/results-out.html' title='results out!'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-6580376261612897385</id><published>2008-02-18T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:54:54.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>the pain seems to be coming back again. guess officially i shall put a big stop to whatever that has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. Commando Here I come. Class 1 Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-6580376261612897385?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6580376261612897385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=6580376261612897385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6580376261612897385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6580376261612897385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2284191805257208286</id><published>2008-02-16T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:54:59.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY was pretty much the same...same visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little surprise on  valentines day. Commando letter from mindef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to get back to coaching kayaking. Made my appearance after so many months from MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet was pretty alright. But i think the location of the chalet is rubbish. So please dont book Biggin Hills Bungalow again..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Yesterday attended the SMA's function for marketing students. Went up to mr foo and said. Sir, i got commando letter. Can you save me or not? He replied, ' you want to go sailing or not?' Then he gave me 2 contacts from 2 shipping companies. LOL I think i will take the chance and sail off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2284191805257208286?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2284191805257208286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2284191805257208286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2284191805257208286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2284191805257208286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-cny.html' title='Post CNY'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-1534995050648507209</id><published>2008-02-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:09:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week after exam/ Pay rise or we all quit</title><content type='html'>Finished my last paper on the 30th Jan. Everything that Choy said came out. It was in fact a wonderful way to finish my Poly life. Then went to Queensway Shopping Centre intending to buy shoes but ended up not buying cause I got no idea what to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very next day, we went to the flora company beside AXK Library to start work. First day was pretty fine but pay was seriously low. We were made to carry pots, sweep floor, tend to customers for a mere pay of just $5 an hour, and continuously working for 12hrs except for around 3 breaks in between and occasional water breaks. Hard work huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very next morning, while me, dalun and jonathan were out collecting stingrays for out chalet BBQ, I decided to organize a rebellion or coup or whatever is said. Pay rise or we shall all quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we contacted Aaron about this matter and we all agreed on this. We shall set the pay at around $7 an hour and slowly negotiate till around $6.50 an hour. An so we entered the place at around 12pm and felt like contacting the boss at once. So I said 'Boss, can we talk to you privately', which I presume was quite loud as everyone seems to be staring at me. But the boss was like, 'you want to start work now or at 1pm?'. Well, this time failed and so we started working, carrying pots of orchid from the outside to the inside. Then I think dalun and jonathan began to show some attitude and sort of handled his orchids in a careless manner, which made the auntie started scolding and threatening to cut their pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it started raining, which was a good news as traffic flow was slow and business was poor. So we got to slack a little. During which we managed to speak to one person, whom at the first look, I knew was the boss's brother cause of similar facial features. There, we got news that even their sons were paid $5 an hour to work there, but perhaps having an easier time since they were relatives. According to him, his son worked for just one day before quitting. And even the boss's own son refuse to work there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3.45pm, we made a pact among ourselves not to back out regardless what happened. So we went into the office and made our request. I was the first to speak up since I was the coup leader. I told him that after the first day of work, we realized that the amount of pay given for the work done was very little. And the next person continued. Then he stopped us halfway and said that since you all are not happy here, you all can stop work now. And he asked us to wait outside while he prepared the money. He also said, we actually have enough people, its just that we hire you. Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited outside for the pay. First to be in was Aaron. He thought aaron was the leader and asked him if he organized this. Luckily he did not told him that it was me. Then he said something to him which made me quite pissed off. He said that he will not be giving us OT since we are NOT HIS WORKERS. Oh great! So supposed that we work for the whole 7 days till CNY eve, we will be working around 80hrs for that whole week. According to MOM regulations, anything over 44hrs is considered OT, which is 1.5 times the usual salary per hour. So isn't that exploitation of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to go in was Dalun and then me. When I was inside, he said to me, "I find that you are the most hardworking. The rest are just fooling around. So do you still want to continue working?" I declined, took the money and left. While waiting for the rest to get their pay, I spoke to the cashier, which is his brother. I told him that the pay was pretty low for the amount of work we do compared to what is being offered outside. He is a pretty nice person, wished me best of luck before we left, totally different from his brother. After which, we all left that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can definitely see that we are over being exploited as cheap labour. The fact is that I don't mind working there due to the working environment, which one is surrounded by flowers, making it quite pleasant. Should the pay be raised to about $6.50 an hour, I will definitely continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons why I organize a mass resignation.&lt;br /&gt;- Low pay ($5 an hour)&lt;br /&gt;- Long working hours (12hr/day)&lt;br /&gt;- Boss's attitude towards us (you all are not my worker so you will not be getting OT)&lt;br /&gt;- Practically no time to rest (once u finished something, a b!tch will ask you to do another)&lt;br /&gt;- Standing almost 11hrs a day&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting unreasonable customers asking you to move a few pots out, and ended up buying only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so what do you think? I do admit that during the 2nd day morning, its pretty unreasonable of my friends to show their unhappiness by fooling around with his flowers. Perhaps should they not do that, there is still room for discussion. Through this, I really learn that one should be sure of his standings and his worthiness in the society. You should stand firm to your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Coup Mastermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-1534995050648507209?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1534995050648507209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=1534995050648507209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1534995050648507209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1534995050648507209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-week-after-exam-pay-rise-or-we-all.html' title='My week after exam/ Pay rise or we all quit'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-6641210619304394181</id><published>2008-01-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:05:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>do you think i purposely ignore you online? i did that so as to not make myself fall into that darn trap again. so i seriously hope that you will stop talking to me online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-6641210619304394181?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6641210619304394181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=6641210619304394181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6641210619304394181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6641210619304394181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-4089157661810045385</id><published>2008-01-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:47:11.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP FINISHED!</title><content type='html'>Finally its settled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC treated us lunch today at the staff centre. After which we went back for presentation and it seems to go on quite smoothly. Pretty good feedbacks from the examiner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can concentrate on studying. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-4089157661810045385?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4089157661810045385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=4089157661810045385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4089157661810045385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4089157661810045385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/01/fyp-finished.html' title='FYP FINISHED!'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2336107130042158795</id><published>2008-01-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:18:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of the year</title><content type='html'>Well, life's been pretty screwed up recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year report is a big screw up. All thanks to Mamak. Went for a little holiday and screwed up the whole thing. Reports not amended, presentations not done up too. Never mind. 6 more days to go before the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a pes B for my NS check up. Good news. Little chances of getting into elite unit. And for your info, i'm mild obease :) But dont worry, Ive been exercising lately. Have lost around 1 or 2kg already. Running is getting easier for me. Running at quite a speed too! Except I have not timed myself. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything seems pretty moody since the last post but it feels better now. Have not really got over that yet. The feelings are still there. Tried to do so but it doesnt seems to do the job. Stop talking on msn, blocking her, avoid her in school etc. It seems like the best way is just to exercise and let time do the job of healing the wound. The jealous feeling, yearning feelings still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year was spent as usual with my little SOZY group. Not a bad thing! Its been 3 years already and its always spent at the girls' homes. But this year, we went to dawn's house for dinner first. Very nice food i would say. Turkey, chicken wings, beef etc. How i wish my mom know how to cook those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2336107130042158795?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2336107130042158795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2336107130042158795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2336107130042158795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2336107130042158795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-post-of-year.html' title='1st post of the year'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2140580785862961333</id><published>2007-10-28T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:24:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful morning</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I did the thing that I could not imagine in my life. I confessed to her. It started off with us ending the duty and taking the NEL back. On the train, I let her take some rest off. When we reached the stop, I plucked out my courage and started off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh u remember err there's actually something that i wanted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;her: ermm yahh whats the thing?&lt;br /&gt;me: errmm....let me see how should i start...ponder for like almost 1 min with my heart thumping very fast.&lt;br /&gt;her: err yeah if you cant say it now just send an email to me lorr&lt;br /&gt;me: ermmm.....ok lah but before i tell u this, 1st you dont be angry ok.&lt;br /&gt;her: harr..if will make me angry then u better dont say lorr&lt;br /&gt;me: ermm ok lahh but i dont think it will make you angry. ok 2nd thing is horr..jus treat it as nothing happen lo. 3rd would be dont treat me differently next time after this.&lt;br /&gt;*** then i dragged off all the way until after we crossed the road. and i was still in my nervous state saying...err how should i say it harr..&lt;br /&gt;me: finally i plucked out the courage and said...err ok I like you...&lt;br /&gt;her: she replied with like me as in..?&lt;br /&gt;me: like you like err cause you are a very good girl&lt;br /&gt;her: okiee..&lt;br /&gt;me: erm cause u are a very good and special girl lo...i mean this is what i feel...life is only once so i just decided to tell you this lo...but i dont expect anything from it lo&lt;br /&gt;her: harr...but girls like me are sort of avaliable and very common around mahh&lt;br /&gt;me: no lah..i mean you are special sort and very hard to come by type lo.&lt;br /&gt;Her: errm yahh but now i'm not into relationship lo. My main goal now is to complete my diploma and after that let come out and work and let my dad retire...relationship stuff next time then say lo&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah i know you are not ready for this kind of thing...so am i...but now i just only want to tell you how i feel about this lo...i mean it feel quite miserable keeping it in myself..&lt;br /&gt;her: er yah but i dont know how it feel actually...now i only want to treat everyone as friends now and not to go into relationship. but you sure your mother will not get angry with me meh?&lt;br /&gt;me: err my mom wont mind one...in fact she will support me one...and she sometimes she will get worried lo..but she have trust in what I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;***reach her block already&lt;br /&gt;her: ermm okie...but dont worry i also only want to let you know how i feel also...ok byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i feel both relieved and sad at the same time..mixed feeling in fact. for the fact that i actually brought myself to the point of guts that i am actually able to confess to someone face to face. But i also feel sad about the fact that her feelings for me is just that off normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But currently, what i'm feeling now is that i respect her decision totally and from that knows that she's a very good girl and all. But the thing is how long more should i held onto this thing for? For what i can foresee, the friendship will in fact take a total change. It wont be the same anymore for sure. But how is it going to change? I hope it will remain just as before and probably until when she's actually ready for this. But same thing I also hope she can keep her thoughts and not break my heart by hanging around with other guys. But also, she's not mine yet so these are not within my controls. Yet at the same time, when i saw her talking so happily with other guys, i feel a real and heart wrenching sense of jealousy inside me. Something that will actually make you quite pissed and jealous...ok byebye i'm off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2140580785862961333?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2140580785862961333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2140580785862961333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2140580785862961333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2140580785862961333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/eventful-morning.html' title='Eventful morning'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-5530945585484929030</id><published>2007-10-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:03:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>i really do not know what is going on inside my mind. the only way i could do is just pen my feelings out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this sort of despaired feeling going inside me. total lost of confidence is perhaps the best thing you can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next would be about my character. in daily lives, i would normally appear to be trouble free but its totally the opposite inside me. all i wanted to do is to make people happy through my crap and yet i get negative feedbacks. so u think i'm happy? i'm always miserable. whenever i'm troubled, there's no one to speak to. not even my parents. my craps are just another way for me to release my stress inside me. who would understand me? change my character? i rather not. why must i change myself to accommodate to other's requirements unless i myself thinks of myself as a real low down jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-5530945585484929030?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5530945585484929030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=5530945585484929030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5530945585484929030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5530945585484929030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2117762897660272161</id><published>2007-10-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:46:33.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up plan</title><content type='html'>1. stop talking on msn&lt;br /&gt;2. cut down on club activities&lt;br /&gt;3. suffer in silence&lt;br /&gt;4. go sail for class 5&lt;br /&gt;5. put offline status whenever online&lt;br /&gt;6. stop tagging on friendster&lt;br /&gt;7. delete all her sms&lt;br /&gt;8. tear away her timetable&lt;br /&gt;9. engage in work&lt;br /&gt;10. stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;11. concentrate on studies&lt;br /&gt;12. dont communicate with her cousin&lt;br /&gt;13. stop asking her out&lt;br /&gt;14. tell people u giving up&lt;br /&gt;15. get a girl to fake your gf so she stop pestering you&lt;br /&gt;16. scold her&lt;br /&gt;17. block her on msn&lt;br /&gt;18. block her on friendster&lt;br /&gt;19. pretend not to see her in school&lt;br /&gt;20. WAKE UP YOUR BLOODY IDEA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2117762897660272161?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2117762897660272161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2117762897660272161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2117762897660272161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2117762897660272161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/giving-up-plan.html' title='giving up plan'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-5564997213888329299</id><published>2007-10-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:03:58.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to feel very useless, a failure perhaps I should consider myself. It seems that every girl I'm going after is just another project which offers no returns. In my case, I can create a new law for myself. Love can be given but cant be gotten back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it such the case? I am just trying to find someone whom I can share happiness and sorrows with. Someone whom I can trust and understands me. Someone whom loves who I am. But am I too naive or there is no real love in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I am typing out all these but I truely feels very very hurt. Please do not make me fall into a deep pit never to recover again. Again and again its happening. Is this what Karma is all about? Did I do something wrong in my past life which results in this total failure of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people around me seems to be able to get into it, some still going so strong throughout the years and yet I cant get it. Maybe I shall stop throwing in any effort in this area now. Perhaps I shall not even get married. I HATE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling this to myself. I should seriously consider sailing on LNG tankers, get all the money I can and retire at about 35 years old. NO WIFE NOTHING! With all that money, I will get myself a little boat and start sailing away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I deceving myself all these  while? Do I even have a chance in the first place? Look at you you short arse! Not tall, no looks, nothing's with your! All you know is talking crap. For the past few years what are you doing? Laughing and joking away trying to hide your feelings under those tons of jokes. Trying to make others happy with them yet you are not appreciated. Are you dumb or what? I think you should go to hell idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARR! I am very lost now. There's this gigantic knot in my heart that cant be get rid off. Burn off quick! Or someone please offer me some concern regarding this. Please someone lend me a listening ear...something that i yearn for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-5564997213888329299?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/5564997213888329299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=5564997213888329299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5564997213888329299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/5564997213888329299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-4431143282864474543</id><published>2007-10-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:12:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMISexorytQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMISexorytQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcRXykOMpc0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcRXykOMpc0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-4431143282864474543?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4431143282864474543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=4431143282864474543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4431143282864474543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4431143282864474543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/10/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-1628847903441635689</id><published>2007-09-23T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:54:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Post 2</title><content type='html'>Back from Sweden just 2 days ago. Here's a brief continuation of the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th day&lt;br /&gt;Visited the museum of science in Malmo. Looking at the pictures from the previous day, I've realised that I've caught an orb in my photo. But nevermind. The museum we visited is pretty cool. There's a WW2 era swedish submarine U3 parked there. The former XO of the boat brought us for a tour in the boat. Very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rough idea of how we would spend our days there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early in the morning at about 6.30am. Take a bathe and eat breakfast, which would likely be cornflakes or bread. Then meet and leave the hostel at about 7.30am. Take a long 6km, 45 mins walk to the university. On the way we would pass by the city central, an old cemetary park, another park, the museums, a place where fishermen would sell their catch, a high school and finally reach the univeristy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our days there, we would likely be 'working' till about 11.30am and then we would make our way down to the cafeteria for our lunch. The sandwiches is fantastic. Nothing in Singapore beats it. During the final week, we begin to try out the special meals, which would likely to consist of pasta or some european grain, with smoked beef or chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we would be back in the room continuing our 'work' till about 3 or 4pm. Then we would leave the university and take the same route back to the hostel. Occasionally, we would buy our dinner from China Box, which would cost 35 kronas for rice with 2 other dishes. If not, we would drop by the supermarket if needed, and get some stuff to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hostel, I would cook my food, and after that sit in front of the computer and have my dinner. After that, we would either go to the hostel's pool room or just stay in the room and play with the computer. After that it would be bed time. My normal sleeping time would be about 11pm on average. Tugged into my cosy bed, which I would need sometime to warm it up due the the cold temperature. Never during my 1 month stay did I make my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Stockholm Trip --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our return train tickets for approximately 1030 Kronas. During the day when KC went off to holland, we took the night train all the way to the capital. And stayed there for the next 3 days. The first problem we encountered was lodging. We did not book a room and it turned out that most hotels and hostels were full. At first I wanted to kept searching. But you know, our dear friends' faces were almost black and i could sense a pretty dissatisfied feeling in them. So i got rather pissed off with them and ended up agreeing on booking a darn hotel so far away from the city center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum visits too. Some were unappreciative of the content of the museum we visited and just sit down giving that attitude face. Ended up visiting only 2 museums during the visit. And again, another thing crop up. Our dear friends, all of them decided to return to the hotel after visiting and it was just 3pm. Even advised me by saying that the place is so big, its impossible to visit everything in a sacarstic manner. It all ended with me walking around the old town myself. Stupid people. How often do you get a chance to come to the place and you rather not take the bloody chance to see more stuff. Instead you choose to go back to the hotel. Through this stockholm trip, I've learnt alot of things and sort of experience the life of a backpacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Back to the hostel --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were spent getting souvenirs. Bought some items from the university. Next was my mora knives which cost about 12 to 15 Singdollars each. Lastly were the food items. Got chocolates, cookies and sweets from the Netto supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Interesting people met --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I could not forget is the caretaker. I think her name was Carmen. She's a south american lady (very beautiful for her age), with her american husband and her daughter denise. Her daughter's smart. Knows 5 languages and studies very hard. Very pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Jenny. My crush at the Coop Supermarket. Blonde hair, sweet smile. Saw her 3 times during my visits there. On the last visit, which is the 2nd last day of my stay, I talked to her and told her I'm leaving.  :( my jenny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All people in the university were pretty friendly. Mokrane, the algerian whose going to be the dean of engineering when he gets back to his college. The friendly 34 years old japanese senior marine instructor, whose quite cute looking too. Looks young for his age. And lots of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Workshops-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held 3 workshops and presentations there. 2 presentations done by KC himself and 1 workshop on Cmap done by us. We teach those guys the basic function of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conculsion for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;The trip seems pretty slack but we managed to complete all our objectives and still have plenty of remaining time to tour the place. Very satisfying trip indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-1628847903441635689?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1628847903441635689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=1628847903441635689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1628847903441635689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/1628847903441635689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/09/swedish-post-2.html' title='Swedish Post 2'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-8183645181770098568</id><published>2007-09-02T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:10:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Post 1</title><content type='html'>We left spore on 24th sept at 1am taking SQ 352, a boeing 777-200ER wide body aircraft. Sat beside a danish couple and was so far away from the rest. So my flight was so fucking boring. Talked to the couple but the lady seems to understand little english. Had 2 meals and a snack time on board. 1st meal was crap. Beef was too rubbery. 2nd meal seems to taste too salty. Snack time was just biscuits and mars bar.  So here's our flight route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spore - over the western coast of peninsular malaysia - over bay of bengal - into india - over pakistan - into afganistan - over caspian sea - over russia - over poland - over south sweden and finally down at copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish custom was the funniest i ever seen. We arrived at about 7am. Got our passports stamped and we walked pass the securíty. Surprisingly, there was absolutely no one checking our bags. Totally no souls around. All the way to the departure gates there were absolutely no one !!! And then, we waited for 30minutes just to get back the stuff that we checked in. Very slow and inefficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out we went and the professor was there waiting for us. He drove all the way here in the WMU van just for us. Loaded our bags and off we went to the hostel. Passed the bridge linking Malmo to Denmark. There were totally no customs between the 2 places. Keys were given to us and we checked out our rooms. I got perhaps one of the smallest room. Jason got the biggest. Luckily, there was a desktop around or else i would not have know what to do for the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the president of the student council, an algerian chief engineer, Master degree student, Mokrant, showed us around the place. There was a laundary room, dryer room, dining area, pool room, library, sauna room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he brought us to the open market. A very beautiful, typical european style market selling fruits and vegetables. Got some food. Some stuff here were cheaper than in singapore. Everything here is fresh. Vegetables, fruits, eggs, we were spoilt for choices! Got some eggs and vegetables. And also a SIM card on the way back. My swedish number is 076-2636655.&lt;br /&gt;And next off we went to the supermarket called Netto. According to him, its the cheapest around this area. So we went in and got some ham and sort of stuff and got to the shopping centre beside the hilton hotel. There is a DIY sort of shop here. All sorts of things sold. From chain saw to air compressor to welding stuff. All sold here. Those with laptop cant fit their plug into the connection so they went to buy some adapter sort of stuff and modify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, cook maggi mee and off we were to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, which was a sunday, we went to explore the area.  The rest went to the DIY shop in hilton hotel area while me and AL went off to explore the other side. It turns out that we found another supermarket which was called COOP. Beside it was a funfair sort of thing, one of the main attraction of the city. It got a ferris wheel too! We got some stuff from the supermarket and went back to cook our lunch. Walked all the way to the city centre and further up pass the central station. Its a beautiful walk. Cooling and not so tiring. Got BK for Dinner. Our student card actually got us about 10Kronas off a 50 kronas meal. Before i forget, I stepped on dog shit and only realised it when i was in Mac when some of the guys were eating. Funny thing is that the smell isnt that strong compared to at home probably due to the dry weather here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day (Monday), a WMU staff came to pick us up from the hostel cause we have no idea how to go. So we got there and was greeted by the professor and other people. Got a room for our project too. Its on the 5th floor, overlooking the beach in the area. It got a big beautiful field too and all the time, there were dogs running around the field, playing with their owners. Luckily, there was a desktop in the room. So i was the only one without a laptop. But luckily, i ran the cmap thing off my portable harddisk. Lunch was at the university's cafeteria. Its cheap compared to outside food. Sandwiches ranged from 6-15knr. Tea bag cost 2knr and chocolates cost about 7knr. Its way cheaper than others. Well, the sandwiches got me so hooked on that i literally eat them for all my lunch for the whole of the week cause it taste so nice. Then after work, we left at abotu 4.30pm and had to find our way back to the hostel. The walk took us 45mins and the distance was about 3km just for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day (Tuesday) We met at 7.30am and started walking to the university. Walked pass a beautiful cemetery of the city. A typical old european cemetery which was converted into a park. People were buried from about 1700s to 1900s. So you can see how old is the place. Crossed the road and got to another park. This park got a stream around the whole park and it was totally beautiful. Walked pass the 15th century castle which was converted into a museum and a little street with some fish stalls. These guys were fisherman selling their catch from the morning. They got it so fresh. They offered fresh and smoked fish here. Price, according to KC was cheap compared to singapore. Finally we reached WMU. Day at the university was the same. Tried fast and hard to complete the stuff given to us. And after that we just went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5,6th day (Wed,thurs). Same thing, we set off and walked to the school and left at about 4pm this time. Got back and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th (friday) we decided to negotiate with KC about not going cause we actually completed what we are suppose to do. So we stayed in the hostel. Morning, me and AL went off to the open market to buy some vegetable. We were badly in need of them. No Veg and fruit till my shit actually got a strange smell. Constipation too. In the afternoon, we went for lunch at a middle eastern restaurant. About 70knr for buffet lunch. Quite good actually, that i ate so much till my stomach actually hurts. Then for dinner, i ate mainly vegetable, fruits and bread cause i ate too much meat during lunch. Then the caretaker's wife introduced us to her daughter, Denise. A pretty young girl whose 16 years old, and speaks english, spanish, swedish, french and is learning russian. She has been to so much places!!! Well, we went the afternoon with her from 2.30pm to about 5pm ín the pool room. I can tell that she looks bored. And all i could do is try to entertain her.&lt;br /&gt; At night, i went off to steal a poster on some electrical board cause its very interesting. HAHAHA took a little blade to cut off the scotch tape of the 1st poster and took the one behind it. Next i just stick back the 1st poster and off i went back to hostel. I was just wearing shorts, shoes,sweater and windbreaker. Its damn cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th day( Sat) We went off to the castle museum. Its a terrific place. Animals, arts, pottery and paintings, history of the city itself. Chairs and furnitures on display were actually a few hundred years old, some used by the king itself. King Christian II and III to be exact. Then we left the place at about 2.30pm. The guys decided to have lunch at the shopping centre while me, AL and KC decided to head to the supermarket and buy some stuff back to cook ourselves just to cut down on expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i took note of before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;Morning temperature about 13 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon temperature about 17 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Daily walk to WMU and back about 6.2km&lt;br /&gt;Time spent on walking about 90minutes a day&lt;br /&gt;Macs Meal about 50knr&lt;br /&gt;Double Cheese cost 10knr&lt;br /&gt;BK meal same thing&lt;br /&gt;There's no KFC here.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful litter free streets&lt;br /&gt;Lots of dogs here&lt;br /&gt;Most people here knows how to speak english&lt;br /&gt;People here were friendly&lt;br /&gt;Girls Here are much prettier than in spore&lt;br /&gt;I cooked rice in pot for 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-8183645181770098568?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8183645181770098568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=8183645181770098568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8183645181770098568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8183645181770098568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/09/swedish-post-1.html' title='Swedish Post 1'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-9003218557032748794</id><published>2007-08-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:18:30.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Peace and Laughter, Fun and Joy! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Got this planned a long time ago. Probably about 1 month before the day itself comes. Got so excited due to the fact that it was my last paper and also my first date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to my grandmother's house straight after exams and stayed there for about 2hrs, helping her to mop the floor. Then chat with her for so long, probably the longest duration since the day i became her grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i got this urge to get a wallet due to the childish looks of the one I'm using now. Mind you actually, this wallet was bought a few years back at only $2.50. So went to J8 searching in vain for it. So i decided to go and have a haircut. Its been 2 years since i went to that barber shop which i visited since i was a kid. Lots of things have changed. The old barber at the far back of the shop was gone, together with this chair. The only ones left are the 2 hainanese barber. So chat with the one who cut my hair and about i'm going to sweden. Turns out that he been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cut, rushed home and wash up and then headed down to serangoon central to meet her. The feeling was so nice :) . Its been 2 months since we last went out together with each other. But this time the feeling is so different. I was all dressed up and have never looked so gorgeous in the past 2 years. Due to exam stress, i lost 3kg and that really is a good thing as i could squeeze into my tight fitting shirt nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus down to serangoon gardens and since it was only about 4.30pm, she suggested that we take a walk around the area cause she have not been to the place before. So, I became her tour guide and walked around, telling her what are the best things to eat around the area. So we finished walking at about 5.10pm and she suggested prata shop! So we each had a little egg prata and chat all the way till we deemed that its time to go down to chomp2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly crowded so we went for a table and ordered food. BBQ rays and oyster ommelette! Its interesting to watch her eat cause she doesnt seemed to eat alot of stuff. No no for spicy and oysters so i ended up finishing the oysters and part of the rays. Chatted alot of things, all kinds of stuff non stop! Then during the meal, I suggested that we go to punngol jetty after that and that was agreeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus down to punngol jetty. We chat loudly all the way, with me entertaining her with all sorts of funny jokes. Finally we reached the place, she was amazed by how beautiful the lights were. Stood at the jetty while i explained to her about fishing stuff and why the fishos are doing. All was fine until the lightning came. So we hopped onto the next bus and off we went back home. It started drizzling and when we reached her stop, it was raining moderately. So, I do not know if its a blessing. She took out her umbrella and I held it. We walked in the rain for 30m before reaching her void deck. Then bade farewell to her and then went off. Rain got heavier and when i was at the bus stop, i asked if she's back. She replied with Yess...dun be worry. Through the sms exchange, she asked me to bring her out for fishing when i come back :) . I was smiling throughout the whole bus trip while reading and replying sms and this guy near me probably thinks that i'm crazy. Well, thats what so sweet about having a first love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a big great smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-9003218557032748794?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/9003218557032748794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=9003218557032748794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/9003218557032748794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/9003218557032748794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-of-peace-and-laughter-fun-and-joy_24.html' title='A Day of Peace and Laughter, Fun and Joy! (Part 2)'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-224109925326206133</id><published>2007-08-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:48:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Peace and Laughter, Fun and Joy!</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of my examinations. Here's a little analysis of my expected grades.&lt;br /&gt;AuxM - A&lt;br /&gt;Ship powering and construction - A/B+&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A/B+&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Control - B+&lt;br /&gt;Plant Diagnostic - A&lt;br /&gt;Shipboard Drawing - B&lt;br /&gt;Backpacking - B+/B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all papers seems so screwed up. The semester seemed to be exceptionally short due to the thoroughly packed time schedule we have. Presentations, reports, drawings, almost all of them seems to appear everyweek, especially on the 5th and 6th week of Sem 1 Term 2. Had a record of having presentations in 3 days straight. Screwed up isn't it? Everything seems so last minute, even for exams preparations. Luckily i started on 3rd to 6th week. Int Cn is 100% fully memorised due to the fact that our dear lecturer gave us all the 'tips'. Maths paper is managable except for that statistic question which screwed lots of people up.  My friend DL just wrote, "I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO" on the paper for that question. As for ship powering, alot of people are totally screwed up. Things that they study did not come out. Tips are not exact to the point. People came out with scorned looking faces cursing and swearing at the lecturers. Auxillary machinery seems extremely easy for me. 95% of what i studied came out and i was like in total shock when i saw the paper! Probably have about 8 marks confirmed lost so far. Finished the paper in 1 and 1/2 hr when the duration was 2hrs. Looked left and right and saw my 2 classmates having that pissed look. Exams was only 5 minutes left and i decided to submit the paper. Then someone walked out of the door and AL and DL was standing there saying, "Eh look! Zy is walking out!" Then i gave them the thumbs up sign and walked up to Ting and he asked me. So how was the paper? I replied, "Very good. Most of the stuff i studied came out." Then i told him that his paper screwed up alot of people and he looked surprised. One thing before i forget. A little conversation between me and the untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZY: Sir, wad does your qns mean by 'special features' of the auxillary in qns B? &lt;br /&gt;Mukerji: *pat my shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;Mukerji: read the qns again, its all stated very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;ZY: * Tempted to point middle finger straight into his face and say fook you!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-224109925326206133?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/224109925326206133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=224109925326206133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/224109925326206133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/224109925326206133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-of-peace-and-laughter-fun-and-joy.html' title='A Day of Peace and Laughter, Fun and Joy!'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-2393595457471001892</id><published>2007-07-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:02:08.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Busy Extremely Stressed</title><content type='html'>This is perhaps the most busy and stressed up semester I had since I entered SP. Tonnes of projects, presentations and not forgetting term tests and semestral exams. Sprained my back twice in a short span of 1 month. Who could be so unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Final Year project presentation was going on pretty well until I brought up some issues with Jason. It seems like there's sort of a crack among ourselves in the group. People who are unhappy with each others. Well, I'm not those involved but i actually brought up the matter to the group leader and that actually transformed me into the one whose unhappy and brought up the complaints. Well you see, Jason's not happy with AL as he kept missing out the meetings for his driving lessons and his slaggish attitude towards the project. AL on the other hand is unhappy with AC and k0k for playing PSP during the meeting. And after my little feedback to the group leader and jason's anguish against AL during the meeting before the presentation on 25th July 07, all the problems seems quite solved. Still, lots of dark secrets among ourselves :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I sprain my back twice in a month. Total medical bills for twice TCM treatment was about $70. But during these 2 seperate ocassions, I could truely see how much my parents cared for me. 28th July morning, I sprained my back in the morning and I went home after spending just 1 hour in the library trying to study. The pain prevented me from concentrating so I decided to go home. After having a little nap at home, I was trying to get up from bed but the pain was so immersed that I simply could not do so. My mom was nagging about why I did not visit the TCM doctor straight after I sprain my back. I got so pissed about this and I started scolding her. Despite this, she did not get angry and even helped me get a chair for me to assist myself into getting up from lying down position. It took 30mins for me to do so. Then when I was screaming in pain, she was the only one who came to my help, supporting me to ease the pain, while my father who claims its nothing simply sits there and talks about his stupid experience from spraining his back and I'm just exaggerating. Lucky he's not so mean to the extend of asking me to limp all the way to the TCM Doc. Twice, he drove me there to see the doc. How fortunate I am to have such great parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Flying off to the land of vikings on the 25th August. My mother kept saying how lonely she will get without me at home as I'm the only one who chats with her, or in fact anyone in my family. I'm the most talkative at home I could say. Well, I've decided to bring along a microphone and earphones so I could talk to them online. I will be missing my mother's cooking :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Screwed up my GEms presentation. Chih Wee says its the worst presentation he ever seen so thats it. Hopefully the overall grades for me would still be in the B+ region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loads of presentations. Choy, Pang, and my club's AGM. Record of having 3 presentations consecutively in 3 days. From 25th to 27th July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have not studied much due to the loads of work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths - 80%&lt;br /&gt;Int Cn - 50%&lt;br /&gt;Aux M - 30%&lt;br /&gt;SP &amp;amp; C - 30%&lt;br /&gt;Plant Diag - 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long peeps. Will update more when I'm in Sweden. Here's my &lt;a href="http://www.lngsteamproject.blogspot.com"&gt;group's blog&lt;/a&gt; on the project try NOT to tag on it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-2393595457471001892?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2393595457471001892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=2393595457471001892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2393595457471001892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/2393595457471001892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/extremely-busy-extremely-stressed.html' title='Extremely Busy Extremely Stressed'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-8871670763644558785</id><published>2007-07-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:25:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy 3rd year</title><content type='html'>Well, time passed pretty quickly. Holidays gone and now its term 2 of semester 1. So I've got just 3 more terms to go before I graduate, perhaps less than 1 year before I will be drafted into National Service. Things I've done so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Fail my level 1 coaching, did quite badly for my term test. 66 for Int Cn, 73 for Shipboard, 98 for maths, 96 for Ship powering, 80 for backpacking. Red cross FO camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: fishingnewsroom competition at bedok jetty, bought another fishing rod, went to gentings for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: Busy month. FYP project, study to make up for losses in marks in term test, club activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Exams on 2nd and 3rd week. Sweden trip most likely on last week of august till sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-8871670763644558785?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8871670763644558785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=8871670763644558785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8871670763644558785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/8871670763644558785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-3rd-year.html' title='Busy 3rd year'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-6814546825256754314</id><published>2007-05-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:07:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopen</title><content type='html'>Attachment ended and school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attachment at my sponsor company was actually very fruitful. In terms of the amount and quality of things learnt during my attachment way surpass those of my classmates. Here are some of the different things learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Servicing of pumps&lt;br /&gt;- Servicing of cylinder heads&lt;br /&gt;- Use of measurement instrumentsl like bore gauge, micrometer, depth gauge.&lt;br /&gt;- QA checks on pressure gauges&lt;br /&gt;- Use of infrared thermometer laser gun&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Day sea trial&lt;br /&gt;- Work improvement week&lt;br /&gt;- Design of a jig to help with cost saving&lt;br /&gt;- Learning how to abuse my rank&lt;br /&gt;- Learning how to shit in a 3rd World Toilet&lt;br /&gt;- Learning how to endure with eating sub standard food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically here are the stuff i learnt through my attachment. I really do appreciate what my boss have organise for me through my short 9 weeks stay there. In fact, I think he wants me back in the department cause he asked me twice if I wanted to come back next time. Well I actually do not mind as learning how to deal with an engine is much better than dealing with low technology stuff like in piping where you actually does nothing. Got an A grade from him.&lt;br /&gt;Other funny stuff are actually stories that a chargehand told me. Lots of stories from him as he had already worked there for close to 30 years. Here are some stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) A security officer there and a malay office girl was caught screwing in a container behind the company's main office building. Other jealous security officers called the VP or President to come down and both were caught red-handed.  That was it! Both were sacked!&lt;br /&gt;2.) An odd job uncle nicknamed 鸡王 despite his age of about 65. Why? He always lie to his wife about going out with ships for sea trials for a few days. In fact, he went to batam to patronise prostitutes. Girls he patronise were his granddaughter's age!&lt;br /&gt;3.) The chargehand himself visits prostitute. Perhaps about 15 years ago when a 10 dollar note from Singapore could do wonders in JB, he himself went there. Told me that in the brothel, you could choose girls with any bra size you want. So he choose a 36C if i could remember correctly and when he started fondling with her 36C, he just feel that her 36C was not natural. In fact, too hard to be natural, silicon implants perhaps. So, he actually went to complain the mamasan to have the girl changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall stop these stories. In fact there are quite a few others to tell.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started and OCS, gavin,kevin,terence went to army. School was pretty hectic. Got to deal with my new position in the club. For the past 3 weeks, never had time to revise my work due to the camp. 18th April was my birthday. I was so disappointed that she actually forgot my birthday. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I should give up on her. Its really sad. Final Year project was perhaps the most looked forward item of this year. We are helping the lecturer design a learning tool and he is looking for funding for 5 of us to go to malmo, Sweden for a month and 4 days for Manila in Philipphines. Total funding needed from the school would be about s$80,ooo. But if it really work, it would be described as a revolution, a new method towards learning. Got my kayaking coaching assessment this coming weekend. Hopefully could have it passed and after that I could start collecting money for courses I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided to go to sea next year and hopefully my company allows it. I believe the journey would be a tough one. After which I would be a qualified sea going engineer but I think I will stop there. Experience is what I am looking for. I believe sea experience is a necessity for one who decides to stay in this industry I am in. With it, you are more familiar with the systems on board and would easily fit in when I join my company. Hopefully with it, I would be pay slightly more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-6814546825256754314?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6814546825256754314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=6814546825256754314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6814546825256754314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/6814546825256754314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-reopen.html' title='School reopen'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-9215721214967627802</id><published>2007-03-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:59:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past month</title><content type='html'>Got my results this morning. Got my worst gpa ever.&lt;br /&gt;gpa 3.667&lt;br /&gt;4As&lt;br /&gt;2Bs&lt;br /&gt;1C+&lt;br /&gt;Cumulative gpa 3.725&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday went out with my gang SOZY. Which stands for Salt Ocs Ziyang Yunru. Nice name created by YR. Ok so we went to eat at botak jones. Ordered 2 Fish &amp; Chips, 2 Cajun Chicken and 1 Stuffed Jalepanos. The jalepanos are sure hot but it taste nice. The meal was so filling that 3 out of 4 cant finish their food. Surprisingly it was YR who finished all the food. Guess she must be pretty satisfied with her A levels results. Then we took a bus to AMK hub for a stroll around the place. That really reduced the pressure in my stomach due to the excessive amount of food i ate. Then salt suggested that we go visit changi beach the next day. Time was set and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, YR was the first to reach changi village at about 9am followed by OCS &amp;amp; me then salt. OCS and I went to grab our breakfast and lunch first. Next i proceed to the tackle shops to buy wat wat worms. Darn! Worms were sold out so early! Left with no choice, I grabbed a packet of prawns, but decided to change it to a packet of sotong later. That proved to be the a good decision later on. So we took a bus to changi beach CP5 and walked further down to the area where I went before. Tide was coming in fast. Set up my fishing set while the rest ate breakfast. Cast it off and went to eat my carrot cake. 2 Hammocks were also tied to the coconut trees. Day is windy and so there were not much sand flies, which is good news.  Then YR went for a nap on the hammock and only woke up about 2hrs later. Meanwhile, salt and ocs got crazy and decided to go for a jog barefooted. Ok time flies while i rebait and cast my line. They got back from their run. A malay uncle caught a chermin about 500g before they went for a run. After that, lines on all rods placed on the beach remained undisturbed. Back to salt and ocs. They came back and decided to take a sit on the sandy beach just next to my rod. Rebait and cast out around the same time they came back. 15mins passed. I wasnt noticing when my rod was bent. Ran all the way to my rod, pick it up and give it a strike. Actually no strike also can cause i'm using circle hook. Tighten my drag and start reeling it in. Feels like a huge plastic bag. Felt a bit of struggling and was damn excited. Atmosphere was quite tensed while they watch on...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeling in was tedious. The fish felt like a huge plastic bag. Finally i saw something shiny in the water. Oh gosh, have i hooked on a plastic bag? As it got nearer, my heart  thumps faster. OH MY GOD !!!  I caught a &lt;a href="http://outdoors.webshots.com/photo/2580332810078986560vvvdby"&gt;CHermin or Diamond Trevally&lt;/a&gt;! Wow what a rare catch from shore! I pumped it all the way up to the beach. Good size fish! My biggest chermin so far and it weights about 1kg. The fish was already half dead. Got no ice with me so i kept it in a plastic bag and tie it to the tree. Then we play Dai Dee and just laze around on the beach. Then it started to drizzle. Was worried that rain might get heavier,  we pack up and moved to the shelter nearby. Then the drizzle lighten and we moved back to the same spot. Then laze around the beach. Saw 3 Malay guys leaving so I decided to give them my fish as I was worried that it might turn bad without any ice. That proves to be the most regretful thing I did for that day. If only I know of my parent's intention to have dinner there, I would have kept the fish and bring it to a restaurant to be cooked. HOW SaD not being able to enjoy what you have sowed :(   So we continued to play until about 3.30pm. Went for a shower in the toilets and left that place. OCS, seeing me getting such a big fish was so tempted on getting a new fishing reel to decomission his old one. So we went to changi village and after much consideration, he got a daiwa sweepfire 3500 and spooled it with about 200m of 15lb mono line. Then OCS and salt went off while me and YR went to wait for her parents to arrive. Her parents came about 15mins later. Then i went to wait for mine. Sat there for more than 1hr then they finally arrived. Had my dinner there and went to watch airplane take off at one of the road near the runway. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-9215721214967627802?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/9215721214967627802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=9215721214967627802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/9215721214967627802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/9215721214967627802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-month.html' title='The past month'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-4245351113513703590</id><published>2007-02-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:05:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year 2</title><content type='html'>This is the end of my year 2 semester 2 already. Industrial attachment is going to start tomorrow and I'm extremely excited. Totally screwed up my exams with alot of careless mistakes for my electrics and mechanics. SHITT..not no mood to talk about it. Next wednesday is valentine's day. Should i confess or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-4245351113513703590?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4245351113513703590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=4245351113513703590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4245351113513703590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/4245351113513703590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-year-2.html' title='End of year 2'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;细腻的喜欢&lt;br /&gt;你手掌的厚实感&lt;br /&gt;什么困难都觉得有希望&lt;br /&gt;我很这个&lt;br /&gt;你自然的就接下一段&lt;br /&gt;我知道暖暖就在胸膛&lt;br /&gt;我想说其实你很好&lt;br /&gt;你自己却不知道&lt;br /&gt;真心的对我好&lt;br /&gt;不要求回报&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人希望他过更好&lt;br /&gt;他从心里暖暖的&lt;br /&gt;你对自己更重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想说其实你很好&lt;br /&gt;你自己却不知道&lt;br /&gt;从来都很低调&lt;br /&gt;自信心不高&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人希望他过更好&lt;br /&gt;他从心里暖暖的&lt;br /&gt;你对自己更重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你自己却不知道&lt;br /&gt;真心的对我好&lt;br /&gt;不要求回报&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人希望他过更好&lt;br /&gt;他从心里暖暖的&lt;br /&gt;你对自己更重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也希望變更好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116685926261227390?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116685926261227390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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nor hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116672488292141601?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116672488292141601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116672488292141601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672488292141601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672488292141601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-kind-of-feeling-you-can-neither.html' title=''/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Past experiences have indeed spooked and perhaps hurt me deep enough. Should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song i'm listening to now &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=U95J_MYwsgE"&gt;Liang Shan Po &amp; Zhu Li Ye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116672385737872425?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116672385737872425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116672385737872425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672385737872425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672385737872425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-or-no.html' title='Yes or No'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116672311739126365</id><published>2006-12-22T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:45:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy or not</title><content type='html'>first time after so many tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked ? out and finally ? replied.&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy :P&lt;br /&gt;asked ? if ? wanna go ice skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, ? said ? got a job but does not know when will work start.&lt;br /&gt;asked ? if ? wanted to go out next week&lt;br /&gt;now i'm still waiting for the reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this week was ?'s birthday. told ? the pathetic birthdays i had for the past 18 years and ? said maybe ? will spend my next birthday with me. lets hope it comes true :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116672311739126365?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116672311739126365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116672311739126365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672311739126365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116672311739126365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-or-not.html' title='happy or not'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116597808509324588</id><published>2006-12-13T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:48:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first public duty</title><content type='html'>This post was meant to be written on sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present: President ,V.P ,Secretary, First Aid Officer, 2 Ex students volunteers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my first public duty at sentosa for the Beach Soccer Event. Reached HQ at about 9.00am and rushed off immediately to that place in an ambulance. Stopped at Tanjong Beach. The organizers were really pathetic. No proper station for us. We got to hunt for your own tables and chairs, even 'beg' for the water and drinks they should be providing us with. We asked for mineral water and they said they could not provide us with alot of it as they are mend for participants of the game. Well, that sounds stupid. Without water, how are we going to clean the wound that were covered with sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was extremely warm. Even under the shelter, i was perspiring like mad. No major cases of injuries. Most of it were cuts and abrasions on the foot and knee areas. So its just cleaning and plastering the wound thats all. Food provided was pathetic too. The usual stuff you would see at a buffet.  The president and VP left at about 2pm. The rest of us also left immediately after the event ended. So the moral of the story is not to go if the event is organized by our beloved NTUC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116597808509324588?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116597808509324588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116597808509324588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116597808509324588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116597808509324588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-public-duty.html' title='My first public duty'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116568541944576934</id><published>2006-12-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:30:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainers Night</title><content type='html'>WHHOooooooooo !!! My first trainer's night !!! My first Catwalk !!! My first lucky draw prize for the past 5 or 6 years !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last night 3 of us, 2 girls and 1 guy met at PA's HQ at the old kallang airport for a rehearsal for trainer's night modeling show. We were taught some basic catwalk moves like how to turn and walk. Reached home at about 12.30am...Yawnzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, me and Yiling met at Marina Square's Ripcurl shop to buy our stuff for the modeling. My outfit cost a total of $134, all claimed from PASSC. Then we headed down to Goodwood Park Hotel for the preparation. A hotel room was already booked for the preparation of the event. So i slack around there until about 4pm where the modeling company's personals came over. So we went for a final rehearsal before it starts. Then we went back to the room and waited until 7.15pm and we went down in our modeling attire. 4 of us, each taking 1 item (paddle,oar, helms.surf board) paraded with those item. Oh my gosh ! Can you imagine how is it like? Ok, you see people laughing at you but you must control your laughter at the same time and not trying to laugh. Then you need to wear that strange outfit and parade with 160 x 2  eyes looking at you, how worst could it be? But anyway, we got to bring that whole set of ripcurl outfit home. MUHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that fashion show, we went back to the room to change back to our usual clothes before heading back to the ballroom. I was exremely hungry and we missed the first dish. But luckily, we arrived just in time for the 2ns dish. The boss of sea sports wanted us to filll up the empty sits near the Guest of Honour, so i ended up being in a sit behind him. So i was eating quietly for 3rd,4th,5th dishes as i know no one there. All at the table were PA staff. The only person i talked to is Calvin, about 4 star course. SO, i could not take the boredom and sneaked to KLSSC's table. The moment i got there, Kang Wei forced me to down a glass of beer cause i withdraw myself from their overnight stay at the club after trainer's night. Then after i finished, he got me another glass. At that time, i already felt like puking after the first gulp. Then came the lucky draw. 20th to 4th prize given out by the guest of honour's wife. Blah blah blah...everything went on then at the 5th prize, they called out my number but i was still day dreaming and at the same time thinking why is this number so familiar. Then i looked at my card and OH GOSH ! I got the 5th prize! 4th prize went to james and 3rd went to shermaine from changi. Oh my, if only my number could be called a bit later, then i would have gotten the camera i wanted, a $700+ olympus camera with water and shock resistance. But my prize isnt that bad after all. A bag with a waterproof box, very handy for my expeditions next time. Well, the box was big enough for me to put 4 to 6 packets of chicken rice in it and i heard it cost about $50 to $70 outside. The night finished with a photo taking session with all KLSSC coaches and guest of honour and i went back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just tonight, i got $134 worth of clothes, $50+ worth of goody bag, $100+ worth of lucky draw prizes. Total would be nearing $300. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116568541944576934?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116568541944576934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116568541944576934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116568541944576934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116568541944576934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/trainers-night.html' title='Trainers Night'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116549332721376733</id><published>2006-12-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:08:47.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Red Cross Club Secretary</title><content type='html'>I'm given this post for the 07/08 Red Cross EXCO !!! Hahaha...i'm feeling the stress now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116549332721376733?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116549332721376733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116549332721376733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116549332721376733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116549332721376733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/sp-red-cross-club-secretary.html' title='SP Red Cross Club Secretary'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116515661194976923</id><published>2006-12-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:36:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wishlist christmas</title><content type='html'>- new HP&lt;br /&gt;- get my Level 1 coaching certificate&lt;br /&gt;- new 70L haversack&lt;br /&gt;- a whole collection of all the singapore currency&lt;br /&gt;- shimano cardiff 200 reel and 1 rod&lt;br /&gt;- new jacket&lt;br /&gt;- new clothes&lt;br /&gt;- first gf (muhahahahhaha...actually no, cause having 1 will burn a big hole in my pocket)&lt;br /&gt;- win first prize in the OCBC stock challenge (1st prize $2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of currently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116515661194976923?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116515661194976923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116515661194976923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116515661194976923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116515661194976923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-wishlist-christmas.html' title='my wishlist christmas'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116515595071918519</id><published>2006-12-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:29:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone failed 1 star</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, i finally saw someone who failed kayaking 1 star course. The course was designed to be idiot proof and yet someone failed it. OMG! Well here's the reason why she failed.&lt;br /&gt;- Doesnt seems interested in kayaking&lt;br /&gt;- Unable to convince us that she can do capsize drill&lt;br /&gt;- Fear of water&lt;br /&gt;- Doesnt want to do J draw when asked to. why? ( I  am scared of water...)&lt;br /&gt;- Incompetency in other skills as well&lt;br /&gt;- Not pretty (if she's pretty maybe i would suggest to the rest to give her a deferred pass..muhahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the kayaking, we conducted a Director's Board Meeting(me, kenneth, kang wei,   in KLSSC office. The final verdict was to fail her so as to avoid her incompetency to both do harm to herself and others. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainee 1 Star Coach (2nd attachment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116515595071918519?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116515595071918519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116515595071918519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116515595071918519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116515595071918519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/12/someone-failed-1-star.html' title='someone failed 1 star'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-116454704110082736</id><published>2006-11-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:17:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november</title><content type='html'>Well, i've been too lazy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Did not do too well for 2 modules in my term test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visited MV Doulous (or wadever) on tuesday,  21st Nov. Its quite an interesting place. The whole ship was managed by volunteers who actually paid for the their stay on the ship. US$ 800 per month. There's a bookshop on board and it sells books at rather reasonable price. The engine room looks so ancient. No air-con control room so they have to work under very warm and noisy conditions. Mind you, when i say warm, it means about 45 degrees. The bridge was so damn small. about 5m in width. There's a habour pilot's manual on the table and the maximum speed for the ship was only 9 knots. Modern container liners have no problem getting 18-20+ knots. Well, cant help it. Its was built in 1914 and originally runs on steam engine before getting an engine overhaul  in the 70s. Well, i could say its a beauty. When we were coming back, my classmates went to the duty free shop there and thought they could buy alcohol. They did not know that they need to be out of the country for at least 48hrs to fulfill the criteria  to buy duty free stuff. So bloody funny to see their face when they saw the price of the liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went for my 3 star assessment today with poh lin. She flung and i passed. Basically her skills were really not up to the mark yet. Rescues were not done properly. Sigh...i'm very tired. So glad that i've got it. I was made to roll on the left side. Something i've never tried before. Managed to did it. Passed the whole assessment with alot of 3/5 marks. WHOOO !!!!!! i'm feeling to great now !!!! Initially i thought i was going to fail cause he gave so much negative remarks !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-116454704110082736?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/116454704110082736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=116454704110082736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116454704110082736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/116454704110082736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/11/november.html' title='november'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115893988264921748</id><published>2006-09-22T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:44:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 in Yunnan China (written at the end of each day)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5.15am and left the house at 5.40am. Caught a cab to Changi Airport T2 and checked into the departure hall. There were rows of duty free shop selling cigrettes, alcohol, chocolates, toys, watches, women perfumes and cosmetics etc. Most stuff sold were branded. There were lots of people catching morning flights leaving Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the duty free shop and oh gosh! Alcohols were so cheap! Absolute vodka : $20 Barcardi : $25 Johnny Walker Whisky : $40+  XO Hennessy : $180+. There were so much alcohol on sale!!! Too bad i did not buy any but i will be back for them...MUHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check in at about 7.30am. The flight was MI912 Silkair. Its an airbus A320 plane...the same model that crashed in Indonesia couple of years back. Got on the plane 15 mins later and it departured shortly. The air stewardess were all so chio!!! OMG i certainly had a good time on board the plane looking at them for 3hrs 30mins. The plane waited on the runwayfor quite some time before taking off. There were about 5 planes in front of us and another 2 behind us waiting for take off. Its certainly a busy morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed at Kunming airport at about 12.40pm. The flight was quite a bumpy one due to the excessive amount of clouds present in Yunnan's air space. Kunming was located on high ground. About 1000+m above sea level. The excessive clouds caused lots of air turbulance which resulted in the bumpy flight. The working speed those immigrations officers were extremely slow. Plus, all of them have that typical scorny facec and they wore the PLA uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the guide and the rest of the tour group and off we went to a temple to see the world's longest Dui4 Lian2. The original temple was destroyed during the cultural revolution. The temple lies in front of a lake. The view was said to be magnificent a few hundred of years ago but due to land reclaimation, large parts of it were were. Now we see were just a few lotus ponds around. There were lots of old folks in the garden playing majong and cards. Because we have not had our lunch yet, the guide brought us to a noodle shop before going into the garden. One bowl of noodles cost only 3.50 yuan! Thats s$0.70 !!! Noodles were very Q but the meat were quite salty. Not forgetting in china, people love to eat stuff that were oily and salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to some place where they tried to promote Pu Er Tea. It lies in a place where security was tight as the place was built right in the middle of a residential district where government officials lived. Its operated by a local agriculture university's students and professors. The students there were from a minority tribe. OMG !!! They were so petite and cute !!! But too bad they did not managed to persuade my parents to buy the tea. There's a provision shop across the centre. The kids from a nearby school had just finished their lessons and they gathered around there to buy junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat dinner went back to the hotel. At night, we came out and walked to a street which is a sort of night market. Its comparable to Shi Lin night market in Taipei. Stuff there were mostly for the youngsters. THere's no 24hr convinent shop there. Temperature is about 15-25 degress celcius. So its simply marvellous to shop outdoor in such cool weather. Bought about 5 DVDs and they only cost about s$2 each plus they were original! Lots of roadside stalls selling satay like BBQ meat. Some girls here look really cute ! WHOOOOO !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115893988264921748?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115893988264921748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115893988264921748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115893988264921748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115893988264921748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-1-in-yunnan-china-written-at-end.html' title='Day 1 in Yunnan China (written at the end of each day)'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115818770392250525</id><published>2006-09-14T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:48:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello ! i'm at the airport !!</title><content type='html'>I'm at the airport departure hall using the free internet now!!! beside me is 2 ang moh ladies !!! bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115818770392250525?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115818770392250525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115818770392250525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115818770392250525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115818770392250525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-im-at-airport.html' title='Hello ! i&apos;m at the airport !!'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115815851938211317</id><published>2006-09-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:41:59.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results out</title><content type='html'>the results came out. it wasnt the kind of sucky results i expected. actually i did very well. the best since i entered poly. 4As and 3B+ with GPA 3.83. so if i could maintain it through 3 more semesters, getting a seat in the local university should be no problem.&lt;br /&gt;thermo:A&lt;br /&gt;tanker:A&lt;br /&gt;instru:A&lt;br /&gt;engineering maths:A&lt;br /&gt;CAD:B+&lt;br /&gt;MMIT:B+&lt;br /&gt;CFM:B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooo....not bad!!! a friend of mine actually got 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115815851938211317?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115815851938211317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115815851938211317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115815851938211317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115815851938211317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/09/results-out.html' title='results out'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115815825832920304</id><published>2006-09-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:37:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaching attachment</title><content type='html'>Day1&lt;br /&gt;went to the club at about 9.45am. 2 days ago someone from kallang called me and ask if i'm down for the coaching. was awakened by the call was feeling a bit blur and said everything without thinking. the day's group was a SJI scouts troop. the kids were sec 1 and 2 and accompanying them were their teacher(who looks like a typical nerd). day starts with introducing them to the club then aaron brief them on the kayaks we are using before sending them down to the water for a swim with 2 of us on kayaks to overlook them. next was forward paddling. some learnt very fast while others took time to learn how to paddle straight. there was this guy who simply cant paddle straight. i felt like shouting to him : OI ! YOU STUPID OR WHAT ? no lah, i'm just joking. a nice person like me wont do that in front of him correct? next, taught them how to raft up. then taught them some basic sweep stroke before we head for lunch. we bought take aways from golden mile and walk back. after lunch, we taught them the J stroke. then we teach them how to climb inside the kayak after it capsize and let them practice around. from what i observe, the other 2 coaches, eric and sean were 'very relaxed'. ok then we packed up for the day and went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2&lt;br /&gt;day started with us arriving at the club at around 9.50am. the guys were already there in the club waiting. wasting no time, we grabbed our gears and went into the water. sean could not make it today so richard came instead. if you guys know richard, you would know his english cant make it. so me and aaron everytime make fun of him with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;CASE STUDY 1 (MACDONALDS COUNTER)&lt;br /&gt;mac aunty: good morning sir, can i take your order?&lt;br /&gt;rich: yea yea, i want hot fuck!&lt;br /&gt;mac aunty: excuse me???&lt;br /&gt;rich: hot fuck hot fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;mac aunty: oh!!! you mean hot fudge sundae!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the story. if i recall correctly, we taught them the rescue first since the tide was very good. then we let them break up into groups and practice, correcting them at the same time. next we teach the classic draw and again let them practice. after lunch, we they were broken up into 4 groups for us to refine their strokes for classical, J and sweep stoke. i was like..err i have no coaching experience and you want me to teach? i dont even know if the things i'm teaching were correct. but never mind! i got the group with the teacher inside. so am i unlucky or what? asked them there 1 by 1 and get them to do the respective strokes and refine them further. most have no problems with the strokes except for the classical draw. the teacher i could say was the dumbest of all. kept spinning sideways for classical draw...or is it my teaching is no good? Then there was this kid who told me this. The richard arh, his english is very funny. I almost burst into laughter and i told aaron about it and you know...hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok when all is done, me and aaron brought them to the opposite tanjong rhu by kayak. in the middle of the basin, we showed them some other skills. seems most of them are interested in coming back for 2 star. the group was also quite playful. oh yah someone lost a wallet in the water (buoy nearest to the club) so treasure hunters out there keep a lookout. the group got quite close to us already. make us capsize, trade hp numbers of CHIJ girls with aaron too...&lt;br /&gt;then they played on the beach for sometimes before washing up. then came the ending part where the cert was given out. next was dismissal. bye!&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, we made fun of richard again. basically, this time you go up to him.&lt;br /&gt;you:richard arh!! your england very powderful arhh!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115815825832920304?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115815825832920304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115815825832920304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115815825832920304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115815825832920304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/09/coaching-attachment.html' title='Coaching attachment'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115739174293735696</id><published>2006-09-05T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:42:22.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subaru Asia Challenge</title><content type='html'>Got myself volunteered with aaron and tommy for this event. Yes, Sai Kang warriors! Reached the club on saturday at about 9.10pm for a stay over.Before sleeping, we went to golden mile to have supper. Guess what we had? Yesh !!! Sup Tulang, carrot cake and oyster ommelette !!! Comments after having the sup tulang : The bone narrow taste a bit weird. Probably because its the first time having it. We then went back to the club to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzzZZZ (couldn't sleep well cause too noisy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 5.35am for some briefing for kayakers. Paddled out at around 6.45am. The whole kallang basin was totally quiet and the water was very calm. First, we stop at benjamin shears bridge to unload the kayaks into the water. I tell you its a damn damn shitty job getting 60 kayaks into the water without proper launching ramp, so we just let it slide down the breakwater. After its done, you can see lots of scraps of plastic on the rocks. Reached my station, the merdeka (independence) bridge, the first bridge where boats pass through when going out of clifford pier. Got there at about 8am ++. As usual, there's a group of student volunteers on the shore and tommy was there doing some stunts trying hard to impress the girls but as usual, he failed to do so. Waited until the first contestants arrived at about 9am plus. At my station, they have to repel(or wadever the spelling was) doing from the bridge and hit the water then swim to shore. Our job was to rescue them just in case any accidents happened to them in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First team(ang moh) arrived at about 9am plus followed by the 2nd team(asian) close behind. After that, the next few teams arrived minutes later then all was quiet again. About 10mins++ before the rest arrived. Ang Mohs were very friendly compared to the asians. They will take the initiative to talk or greet you while asians were just treating you as if you are invinsible. Then there was this guy who got stuck on the ropes for about 10mins because the knots were not tied properly. And he was there yelling for help. He looks pretty distorted as about 20 plus contestants who were behind him made their way pass him. There was this bloody rude contestant who asked directions from me and here's what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: So do i make my way in between the barge and the shore? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, just follow the route up to kallang river. &lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Are you sure? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes &lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Reply I AM SURE !!! &lt;br /&gt;I ignored him. Well, if you dont believe me might as well go ask others and i feel like replying him: lose the race already still so cocky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my lunch beside the power boat with my kayak tied to it. The food sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Twice, a shoal of fishes (whitings) jumped over my kayak cause there's some predators chasing after it. Some landed on my kayak. Those that landed became my pets for 10mins before releasing them. At about 2pm after the last contestants passed the station, we packed up and went to the other side of the bridge to meet aaron and his partner edwina. Then together we paddle to the sheares bridge and help arrange the kayaks back. Last person to finish the race did it at about 3.30pm compared to the first team at about 11am. Pretty wide gap isnt it? After that, washed and stacked the kayaks before washing myself and we went eating at golden mile. Next, we went home. I was so tired that i fell asleep 10mins after i got back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115739174293735696?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115739174293735696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115739174293735696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115739174293735696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115739174293735696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/09/subaru-asia-challenge_05.html' title='Subaru Asia Challenge'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115685045447747970</id><published>2006-08-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:20:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something funny</title><content type='html'>A girl asks her boyfriend to&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have dinner with her parents. Since this is&lt;br /&gt;such a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, she would like to go out and make&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his&lt;br /&gt;first time and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pharmacist helps the boy for about an&lt;br /&gt;hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the boy everything there is to know&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;condoms and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pack. The boy insists on the family pack&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house and meets his girlfriend at the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited for you to meet my parents, come on&lt;br /&gt;in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner&lt;br /&gt;table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the girl's parents are seated. The boy&lt;br /&gt;quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in&lt;br /&gt;prayer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement from&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down,&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend leans over and whispers to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this&lt;br /&gt;religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no&lt;br /&gt;idea&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father was a pharmacist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115685045447747970?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115685045447747970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115685045447747970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115685045447747970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115685045447747970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-funny.html' title='Something funny'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115677602750034645</id><published>2006-08-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:40:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of holidays</title><content type='html'>Whooo....holidays have just started. Exams finished last thurs but i doubt i will produce good results this time. Screwed up so many papers...i could say 4 out of 7 papers. CAD, GEMS, MATHS,  INSTRUMENTATIONS.  I guess i will have a heart attack after i get my papers back. Here's my expected grades for this term.&lt;br /&gt;CAD - B&lt;br /&gt;GEMS - B+&lt;br /&gt;MATHS - B+&lt;br /&gt;INSTRU - B&lt;br /&gt;THERMODYNAMICS - A&lt;br /&gt;TANKER - A&lt;br /&gt;MMIT - B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad luck man !!!  @##$%^&amp;amp;$^ !!! guess the i'm lucky if the gpa hits 3.4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115677602750034645?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115677602750034645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115677602750034645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115677602750034645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115677602750034645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/08/start-of-holidays.html' title='start of holidays'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115425566193330159</id><published>2006-07-30T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:34:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>exams coming, got to mug again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so fucked up this whole week but i suppose its not my nature to display my feelings out. talking about being made used of by some so called friends.....so i guess i just have to stick to my principals. trust no one except yourself in this world. anyone could backstab you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115425566193330159?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115425566193330159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115425566193330159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115425566193330159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115425566193330159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115366762431234032</id><published>2006-07-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:13:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing</title><content type='html'>went with my cousin to some spot in the pierce resevoir. nice place, little people, quiet surroundings except for occasion golfers. first time doing illegal fish...muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok reached the first spot, tried hunting for peacocks but unsuccessful. then went to the 2nd spot. although there was an abandance amount of fishes there, they just doesnt have the mood to bite. so we went to some corner. 3rd cast into the water and was popping my popper back and after retriving the line for 5-10 seconds, something huge attack my popper. BANG !!! that fish created some huge splashes i had not seen before and that left me unprepared and dumb-struck. i stopped and turned over to look at my cousin with my mouth still opening and he replied," 是不是 ! 我跟你讲这里有大鱼!" then he told me that bugger that missed my popper should be weighing at least 2kg. anyway there's a bunch of babies in front of me but none of them got interested in my lure. so after casting for sometime, we went away strolling back and looking for schools of baby toman fries and their moma. found 2 schools and 1 of them have some big moma protecting it. continued casting as we went but still without luck. the only fishes we caught are small tomans which are not worth mentioning. planning to go back again after my exams...hehehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115366762431234032?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115366762431234032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115366762431234032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115366762431234032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115366762431234032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/fishing.html' title='fishing'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115366675428085139</id><published>2006-07-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:59:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coaching course</title><content type='html'>day 2&lt;br /&gt;practising those teaching methods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;tried out all the kayaks avaliable in pasir ris. the playboat was superb and agile but slow in speed.&lt;br /&gt;sea kayak was fast during tracking but cant turn easily. canadian canoe was big and clumsy but could go quite fast. k2 kayak was extremely fast. k1 cant balance on it. t1 could balance and go very fast but is not very stable for me. overall ratings, still prefer the sea kayak. hope i could get 1 next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115366675428085139?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115366675428085139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115366675428085139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115366675428085139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115366675428085139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/coaching-course.html' title='coaching course'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115297386966822896</id><published>2006-07-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:31:09.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking coaching course day 1</title><content type='html'>Was held last week (9th july) . Reached the club with gavin at about 9.45am. Had lessons until close to 11.30am then went into water for some practice of 1 star skills. Went off for lunch after that and then back to classroom again. Next went back into the water again. The sky looks so gloomy and it rained halfway through and we had to take shelter back at the little coffeeshop because of the lightning. Went back out sometime later to practice somemore then richard finally called off the plan because of the weather. So went back, cleaned up the equipments and went for shower. Ice cream man was there so we went to buy ice cream. Next, richard had his debrief for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115297386966822896?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115297386966822896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115297386966822896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115297386966822896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115297386966822896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/kayaking-coaching-course-day-1.html' title='Kayaking coaching course day 1'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115289184678769484</id><published>2006-07-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:44:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week of sch</title><content type='html'>Mon : nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;tues: nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;wed: Went for the japan trip interview at around 3.30pm after my GEms class. Have to write this because its freaking funny. Ok, i was allocated to be interviewed with jonathan, wailun and some other guys. The first guy, a freshie from MM was damn arrogant. Talking about his experience with the Grassroot crap and all that and how he attended the National youth council exchange program with our neighbours up north. Talked about so much things and how he help out in the grassroot and from spsu also. Another bloody bootlicker here. Anyway i do not think my chances of going are great. Was jonathan's turn and all he said are bullshit. When asked why he was not very active in SP, he said he had other commitments outside school, which is Boys Brigade. Obviously it was totally crap. Wanted to laugh but managed to control myself. Then came to WaiLun. That guy seriously got no common sense. Was asked why he did not join the SP band, he told them that he had recently found out he had some physical impairment (which obviously blew his chances of going). How dumb could he get when his problem is just a minor hearing problem (found out when he went for SAF medical checkup) which could be ignored. That joker said that when he went for ASMI interview also and his chance of getting that bond got gone up with the smoke also. Hahaha...get so high for GPA also no use. Got no common sense and general knowledge, better off staying at home and be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Got my GEMs test. I do not think i could do that well this time. The questions for the 2 chart got me screwed up. Lets hope i could still get my distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Went to computer lab to complete some report, which some guys did not managed to complete so i get all the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115289184678769484?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115289184678769484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115289184678769484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115289184678769484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115289184678769484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/3rd-week-of-sch.html' title='3rd week of sch'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115235960351428550</id><published>2006-07-08T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:03:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>ok so after i boarded the 74, i called gavin and ask him to meet me at the bus stop across 7-11 to take bus to pasir ris to pay up for the level 1 coaching course. Reached prssc and paid up then i left for white sands shopping centre. went to a gift shop to get li ping her birthday present. simply could not make up what to give her and ended up getting 2 items and rushed off cause i was abit late. ended up reaching changi cp4 at about 6pm plus. found liping and friends very easily cause i'm quite familiar with changi village area. so as usual, was the cook for bbq again...hahahahaha seems i only know a 2 people there. saw jiali for the first time after nearly 6 years. hahaha feels so funny when we talk about our primary school stuff. we talked about how a playful classmate used a pair of scissor and accidentally cut her eyelids during primary 1. hahaha please do not ask me how i could remember that incident. If i'm correct, she was sitting at one corner at one of the last few rows when i suddenly heard a commotion and saw 1 girl and 1 boy crying. then the teacher went over the rest i couldn't remember..hahaha. since then, i see her with a cut on the eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the BBQ. there's chicken wings, sausages and lots of other stuff there. eat and eat till i found out i put on some 3-4kg recently. Damn...how am i going to get into OCS during NS? Anyway went back at around 10.30pm feeling very tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115235960351428550?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115235960351428550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115235960351428550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115235960351428550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115235960351428550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115220262850143895</id><published>2006-07-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:17:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my past week</title><content type='html'>Last friday went out with ocs, salt and yr. Reached some ice cream shop just across adam road food centre at about 5pm plus cause i lost track of time when watching my stock market...sorry to let you all wait. I almost missed the stop but ocs's sms managed to reach me just 10 seconds before the bus stop at my destination. Phew how lucky could i get! Ate ice-cream there and i felt like a country bumpkin there cause i seldom visit such places and do not know what i want. The place was literally filled with RJ people...ooh i felt so small and insignificant. Yr then showed us her clothes and shoes she bought when she went shopping. The shirt she bought looks ermm too small for her. After the ice cream, we went to King Albert Park's macdonald which is opposite NP. Waited for lix to come. The girls seems to be very talkative or i should rather say they have Motor Mouths! No offence but my observations with ocs could only be ended with this conclusion...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Went to borrow some dvd before lix come and had fast food for dinner after lix arrived. Big Mac for me as usual. Beef is Soooo nice! Speaking of mac, my school sells cheeseburger at only $1.20 each and double cheese burger at $2 each. Isnt it more worth it to buy 2 cheese burgers for $2.40 than buy 1 double cheese at $2? For 40 cents more you can get 1 extra slice of bun, cheese and a few more pickles.&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. Went to carrefour to grab some alcohol. The girls got some sweet alcoholic drinks while me and ocs got Beer! Bought 3 different kinds of beer to try out. Singa, Anchor and Tsing Dao beer. According to ocs who drunk the Singa, the taste is thicker and more bitter. Tsing Dao however was totally different. Its light and the bitterness of the beer doesnt stay in your mouth for long. Anchor however lies in the middle of both but it leaves some traces of bitterness after drinking. So finally i found 1 that i like...TSING DAO BEER !!!&lt;br /&gt;Watched movie through the night but by the time the 2nd movie ended, 3 out of 4 were half dead. Lay on the sofa to sleep and when i woke up it was already morning. Then i realised i was the only one left in the living room. Yr's father was having breakfast in the dinning area and i could heard the conversation between him and yr's maid. My mind was thinking..oh gosh what am i going to do? Is he going to interrogate me for having fell asleep on the sofa with such awakard position? ( I slept in half sleeping and sitting manner) Of course i was shy and just lay there pretending to be asleep. Reminds me of the song &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CrYMFYdTCdw&amp;amp;search=great%20pretenders"&gt;Great Pretenders.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my superman came. Ocs came down and me and him went back up shortly when yr's father was in the toilet. Cant help it...i was shy...hahahaha. So we went to her room and i was still sleepy so went back sleeping on the carpet after sometime. Then the rest also joined me in my great venture into Never never land. Woke up at about 1pm plus and went to eat at the nearby market. Passby that place everyday but never get to go down to see whats it like. After that we went home on seperate buses. Will continue my story tomorrow. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115220262850143895?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115220262850143895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115220262850143895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115220262850143895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115220262850143895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-past-week.html' title='my past week'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115160066064286419</id><published>2006-06-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:04:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of term</title><content type='html'>quite an exciting week.&lt;br /&gt;- scored royal flush for all my tests last semester&lt;br /&gt;maths 83&lt;br /&gt;thermo 95&lt;br /&gt;cad 87&lt;br /&gt;instru 86&lt;br /&gt;tanker 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite surprised that my instru got so high because i did a question wrongly. but it ended up with some sort of 'close 1 eye' policy from my lecturer and i ended up with marks so high. according to him, he doesnt want us to die so early from such test results and ended up failing the whole module. so he decided to mark linient this term.&lt;br /&gt;for thermo, i forgot 1 formula or else i could score 100 marks !!! the other modules i've got no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yesterday ( wed) some lecturer came into our class to inform us about the japan exchange programme. told my father about it and he said GO FOR IT !!! then i asked him if he is going to pay for me and he said YES since its a rare opportunity. So today i went to photocopy a form from my friend and started filling it up. well i need 2 nominations from lecturers so i might as well write them myself and ask them to consider it. so this is what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ziyang is a student who takes pride in doing his work. He had never in 2 years missed or skipped any of his classes. This could truely shows his positive attitude towards whatever tasks that are given to him. He gets along well with his classmates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its getting late and i'm gonna sleep...thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115160066064286419?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115160066064286419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115160066064286419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115160066064286419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115160066064286419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-week-of-term.html' title='1st week of term'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-115091640649688626</id><published>2006-06-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:00:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>10th june (cant remember the date but its friday to saturday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to salt's house for ' overnight study session ' with salt, ocs and yunru. met at chomp chomp at around 5pm for dinner and next we went to ntuc to get some tib-bits and later to salt's house...&lt;br /&gt;brought my thermodynamics (air-con) to make some notes so that i could study better when school reopens. and so we studied and studied till about 9pm and went down to the living room to watch tv till about 11pm. then we went back to salt's room to study and i was quite bored with studying so i went to take her SAJC year book out and flip through it with yr and making remarks at those nice gourgeous looking peeps and those superbly ugly looking ones..ok then i cant take it anymore and fell asleep.. ZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about 3am+ by some talking sound and guess what i saw? ocs and salt doing...ehem lover's stuff..but not to that extent...hahaha both of you (if you are reading this) will know...pretended to be asleep till i was give a shake and off we went to the 24hr prata stall. ate that maggi goreng which taste quite nice. later went back to play the vegetable game..ahh!! so fun !!! then after that all of us fell dead...it was about 6am and so we all went to sleep ZZzzzz&lt;br /&gt;woke up and it was about 11am plus. ate the chicken rice salt's parent's bought and we went home at errr...cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went around geylang looking for food to eat and we found the fermented beancurd shop !!! have not touch that since i returned from taiwan during dec03. Wwhooo...the taste was heavenly...the stink was overwhelming.... for those who wants to go, its at geylang lorong 44. about 10mins walk from the kallang mrt station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fishing with Zacf &amp; gf and changi cp5 and caught nothing...darn...someone caught a 10kg ray just the day before and mind you its a leopard ray...sianzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th - 17th june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked around the rest of the week while watching soccer till late night...darn my bio clock is kinda screwed up because of that...bought myself a $13 antenna to catch the signals from indonesia....the image is not bad but cant help it since it cost much lesser than getting SCV from starhub...one thing to add...they screwed up the signals from RTM tv1 so people will suscribe their program...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th to 20th june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone came to view my house and was certainly very interested to get it. he's the same guy who came weeks ago and he certainly loves it. he was so in love with it that he was prepared to give us 3 MONTHS  to seach for our new home...omg thats how generous he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kayaking on sunday (father's day) with aaron and tommy. initially decided to sign up for changi's assessment on the 26th june but aborted the idea after i found out i forgot lots of stuff. but what makes me so glad was that my eskimo rolls success rate was around 85% or eve higher. almost drown after unable to roll up one time. was waiting for eskimo bow rescue till i ran out of breathe and when i came up, i realised that i stucked my paddle deep into the mud and it was standing...hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mustered the skulling for support on right side and is still improving on the left side but forgot totally about bow rudder.&lt;br /&gt;terry then asked me and tommy if we wanted to go for the level 1 coaching this july...HELL YES !!! but it cost $150 bucks and i have to get it from my father again...&lt;br /&gt;only 2 more certs to coaching !!! JIA YOU !!!&lt;br /&gt;went to eat fermented beancurd again...ahh i missed the heavenly smell. then got 1 ah pek came on bicycle asking us to buy some popiah..damn my heart was totally soften and wanted to just get 1 from him since its a hot day and he's paddling his stuff on a bicycle but tommy rejected him totally. sometimes i really wanted to help people who are trying to earn a living by paddling tissues and stuff around mrt.....its kind of sad isnt it? when i was young, i used to have blind man coming to my house in the night time, sometimes close to 11pm trying to sell biscults and tissues for a living at such late hours. my heart will totally sink to the bottom of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariana_Trench"&gt;Mariana Trench. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we went home after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th to 22th june&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i have been trying to complete the remaining scraps and bits of homework that have to be handed in when school reopen. my bio-clock is totally screwed up...the time now is 2.55am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye...from Coach Yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-115091640649688626?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/115091640649688626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=115091640649688626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115091640649688626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/115091640649688626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/06/past-2-weeks.html' title='the past 2 weeks'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114966826259336413</id><published>2006-06-07T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:18:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First boat trip</title><content type='html'>Saw a thread looking for people for a boat trip on 6/6/06 so went to get myself, bluestream(shawn) and ken_boy(ken) 3 slots on ah chai's boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with ken to beach road on 5/6/06 without any intention of getting a rod but ended up getting one. Rod name was &lt;a href="http://www.lemaxpro.com/"&gt;Lemax Grand Tournament Spinning&lt;/a&gt;. Very nice looking rod with backbone, blue eva foam handles and blue colour guides. But the sensitivity and the guides of the rod sucks to core. First thing, the colour of the blue guides came off after just 1 trip and the next is that i could not feel tiny nibbles from small fishes. But what to do with just $50...what you pay is what you get. Thats the reason why fishing is an expensive hobby. Other than this, we got ourself circle hooks to ensure 100% hookups while ken got himself flourocarbon lines for his daiwa caldix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/6/06 Boat fishing report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 0645-1730&lt;br /&gt;Day: Tues&lt;br /&gt;Boat: Ah Chai's bum boat&lt;br /&gt;Total Anglers: 10 (9 males and 1 female)&lt;br /&gt;Baits: Live prawns&lt;br /&gt;Rods: Ranging from cheap $50+ to $300+&lt;br /&gt;Reels: Ranging from cheap $50+ tp $300+&lt;br /&gt;Rigs: Long arm apollo&lt;br /&gt;Total catches: Close to 100?&lt;br /&gt;Action of the day: Huge queen fish &gt;10kg ( about 1.0m or longer)&lt;br /&gt;My catch of the day: the only Belt Fish of the day and biggest eel catfish and duri of the day&lt;br /&gt;Ratings for the trip: 5/10 for 1st half and 8/10 for 2nd half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am in the morning and got my father to drive me to hougang interchange to take the first bus 89 to changi village. Reached changi village at about 0630 and sms ken and shawn. Then ordered Nasi Lemak and milo to eat while waiting for them. Saw ken arrived 10mins later and ordered his breakfast also. Shawn arrived the latest at 0650. I went to buy bread for my lunch and we arrived at the jetty at 0700. Found 2 guy there already and according to them the boatman and the organiser had gone to buy live prawns. Boarded the boat at about 0720 and set off to the first spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started preparing once the boat set off and we reached the 1st spot 15mins later. Hooked a prawn on size 1/0 circle hook an sent it down. No bites for the whole boat except for the boatman who got himself 1 snapper about 1.5kg. Moved on to the next spot still without any catch by me. A few others got 2 groupers and a few others. Still at 3rd spot, there's no catch and so the boat man got us to the hyundai reclaimed land or so called ACK spot. For the first 20mins, quite a number of ACKs were landed. 1 parrot fish was also landed. Soon the action stopped and everything was quiet. So ken, by this time had already clicked on so well with the boatman pester him to move to other spot. Ken was allowed to pilot the boat to the next spots and he brought us to a few other spots.  So we move to the grouper spot nearby. Alot of small groupers there. despite their size, the readily attacked prawns that were 1/2 their size. Then, 1 uncle's fishing set fell into the water! Damn that set cost at least $500 and it fell into the water and disappeared. I could see disappointment in the uncle's face as he tries hard to use another set hoping to hook that set back. I managed to hookup about 3 small ones. It was raining so we put on ponchos and continued fishing in the rain. Damn it was really cold. It was around 2pm and ken pester the uncle to move to another spot again. The so called grouper spot again but it seems that only gulamas were landed. Next we move on along the same breakwater but the catch rates were slow. Then it was already 4pm so we moved to the last spot where i got quite a number of actions. First, 1 hook up a few gulamas. Next was followed by an eel type catfish about the length of your forearm and next a duri about the same length. All these happened within 15mins. Then next i got a belt fish from the depth. It was a fierce looking fish with sharp teeths. Then someone hooked a bloody big queen fish. The acrobatic style displays were so magnificant! It jumped and splashed water. The person's ugly stik was bending like hell already but the fish seems uncontrollable. Managed to tamed the fish near the boat and i caught a glimpse of it! It was a fine beauty! Whoa at least 1.0m long, slivery colour and at least 10kg in weight! The fish fought for about 20mins but was lost at the last min when trying to gaff it up. The line broke and there were sounds of AWWs around the boat. Seriously speaking, that queen if landed would have easily break the weight record of queenfish landed locally. During the fight of the queenfish, all anglers were very cooperative to have all lines up to avoid entanglement. Actually there was another bite by someone who claims its a big ray. But it seems like it broke off after a while. So headed back to mainland and at the same time sorting out fishes. Pictures of all the catches were taken and i was pleased that out of the fishes that were selected for pictures, 3 of them were mine. Will post the pictures some other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the unpleasant things i observed.&lt;br /&gt;1.) some people using 2 live prawns while others used 1. Not very fair as we all paid the same amount for the trip and the prawns would finish faster.&lt;br /&gt;2.) They took alot of fishes home while i took very few.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Poor bite rates for 1st half of the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114966826259336413?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114966826259336413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114966826259336413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114966826259336413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114966826259336413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-boat-trip.html' title='First boat trip'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114966453814922612</id><published>2006-06-07T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:18:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term 1 ended</title><content type='html'>Term 1 ended last friday. Was a very busy term. Got 4 tests in total and screwed up 1 already. Instrumentation was supposed to be a managable paper but i misunderstood the question and ended up with 15/50 marks gone. Guess i will have to work harder next term. Been slacking too much the whole of term 1 so this is a wake up call. As usual, my computer skills sucks and i got only 65/100 for the Macromedia Fireworks test. Thats it..too busy to blog the whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114966453814922612?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114966453814922612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114966453814922612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114966453814922612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114966453814922612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/06/term-1-ended.html' title='term 1 ended'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114701650880869373</id><published>2006-05-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:41:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood donation (3/5/06)</title><content type='html'>Went blood donating after my class on wednesday. Filled in a questionaire and a whole load of personal particulars. These are some of the questions i can remember from the questionaire 1.) Have you had sex with anyone you met less than 6 months? 2.) Ans if you are male. Have you had sex with the same sex? 3.) Have you ever had tattoo or went for piercing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after filling all these, went to the counter to register myself and waited for my turn to see the doctor. Luckily for me, i came at the right time and there were little people in the queue. Got to the doctor within 15mins and measured my blood pressure, weight and asked me if i understand the questionaire's purpose. Then i went for blood test for HB test. The woman took a spring loaded needle, put it at my finger tip and released the spring catch. Then, the needle pricked my finger and she SqUeEzE it and used a straw and suck the blood up. Then she dropped 1 drop of blood into a liquid and my blood immediately dissolved in it. Saw some blood remaining on the surface of the liquid and i guessed those people did not pass that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went waiting for my turn to give blood. Sitted there for about 1hr and finally it was my turn. Finally it was my turn. That vacant place was for donating on the right side when there was a seat for donating on the left side, i grabbed that chance cause i dont want my arm to hurt for 2 days. Went and sat on the chair for about 10min before 1 lady came to attend on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) she took out a package containing all the stuff for blood donation and passed me a ball and several cards on blood donation and a dozen of iron tablets.&lt;br /&gt;2.) she applied a cooling gel on my arm near the joint and asked me to squeeze the ball and hold it there while she search for my artery.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Used a needle with a stringe and pierce into the skin and the artery. Then she insert a needle about 3/4 the diameter of what you use to pump up a football into that wound she had just pierced.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Next she use a piece of adhesive plaster to keep the needle in place and asked me to squeeze the ball gently. Thats it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is what i've felt.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the needle with the stringe really scare the shit out of me. Then i saw ganesh at the front door and looked away when she poke the needle in. Oh that was quite horrible. Its more than an ant bite but it was soon over. Then she insert the needle connected to a long tubing and the bag into the wound. That wasnt painful at all and you just feel something going in, thats it! Then she walked away and i started SqUeEzInG the ball. Blood started flowing out. WhEeeee...it came out and dyed the transparent bag dark red!  But then, i did not really have the mood to squeeze the ball. My hand wobbled at the first sight of blood. As i was sitting beside the Ms SP contestant Elly, i started chatting with her. Hahaha...those guys around must be pretty jealous seeing me talking to a pretty girl! As time passes, i get pretty bored and looked around. Then the bag was filled up and 1 lady came and collected 2 tubes of blood for lab test from another opening on the same tube that the blood was flowing through. Then watched her remove the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) took a metal ring, bend the tube and pass it through the ring to restrict bloof flow.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Removed the plaster and slowly pull the needle out. I thought it was going to hurt bad but its nothing...&lt;br /&gt;3.) Used a smaller plaster to cover the punctured skin and place a cute little green dinosaur bandage over it. And its all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took my belongings to the table filled with packet drinks and biscuits. Drank a packet of mango juice and sat for about 10mins before i left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114701650880869373?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114701650880869373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114701650880869373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114701650880869373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114701650880869373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blood-donation-3506.html' title='Blood donation (3/5/06)'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114692339610943445</id><published>2006-05-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:49:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for 30/4/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went to the club with aaron and luckily reached the place in time. Got all my things ready and aaron and tommy were eager to find out who was the girl I’m talking about all these while. Well, gave them a pissed look cause I don’t want them to embarrass me in front of her. While preparing for the course to start, aaron suddenly shouted, “ ZIYANG ! WHERE’S THE UGLY GIRL?” OMG! I was there embarrassed and acted as if I did not know him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All arrived and we went expedition to gay beach with tommy, aaron and the 2 star guys. We were supposed to be the big brothers during the expedition, something like destroyers and corvettes watching over huge merchant convoys. I was the left marker and she was the right marker. So the 2 coaches, Stanley and calvin tried to make different scenarios on the way there. Heard the coach saying to aaron, “ you level 1 coach trainee right? Ok capsize!” So, he went down and came up waving his paddle and shouted for help. The other 2 star guy was also asked to capsize. So I relaxingly paddled to aaron grinning at him along the way and went to rescue him. The coach seems to notice that I was laughing all the way through the whole thing and gave me some nasty facial expression. She was asked to capsize also and one SAJC scout went to rescue her. Her bottle fell off and luckily aaron found it and gave it to me. Then while paddling, I took the bottle and waved at her and she smiled. Thank you aaron for this. So we paddled pass the construction site of the new barrage and down to gay beach. &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Along the way, I saw a few figures on the beach but not sure if they were wearing throngs or were they naked. As from its name, its suppose to be a beach where gays do their stuff. So beached up at a point while tommy and aaron went back to the club. We took a rest and the 2 star guys took their lunch. The coach then gave us some tips on basic seasmanship and we were off about 20mins later. While waiting for the 2 star to get ready, we practiced the high support and low support recovery. So we were off and the coach got me and her to be the leader for the trip back. Chat and joke with her on the way during the first front part of the trip but she cant seems to catch up with the pace I’m paddling. So ended up with me at the front alone. The formation looks quite distorted probably because no side markers were appointed. Passes through the barrage and we towing was on! The 2 star guys took over as front man and tow formations were formed. I became the front man of a double I with bow to bow tow consisting of the guys and the girls did the I tow. Their group progressed slowly and we were far ahead of them till the coach asked us to stop. Darn! The currents took us back to original point. The coach wanted us to change to a double I with drift tow and the current dragged us back while we were setting the formations. By the time we finished, the girls were far ahead of us. Jellyfishes were spotted and a word of extra caution was given out. The tow was a real killer especially when I was the front man. Paddled very heard and I could literally feel myself not moving. Finally, tow formation were broken and I was so relieved ! Dung…my arms were dead tired and I after that, I felt that the normal paddle strokes seemed to have no resistance! Got back to the club and went for lunch. Saw the coach at the hawker center and the group joined him for lunch. I got myself duck rice and was surprised that she also bought duck rice. Ate and went back to the club. Got into the &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;water again and the coach wanted to test us 1 by 1 on hanging draw, draw on the move and Eskimo rolls. Draw on the move was perfectly fine but hanging draw and Eskimo rolls need some more refinements. Got aaron and tommy assist me when I’m practicing. Then tommy was there trying to show off his skills to the 1 and 2 star people. Tried sea 1 sea roll and could do it 3 times consecutively. Actually I could do more…but don’t want to show off in front of those who doesn’t know. It’s the most simple roll of all I’ve learnt. She was there, practicing herself and still could not get the key move to the hanging draw and rolls. Seems kind of sad seeing that she’s not enjoying herself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tommy and aaron left at around 4pm and we went to wash up before going into the room to watch a video on the greatest and most dangerous whitewater expedition while the coach called us out 1 by 1 to do evaluation on our performance. I got 2 points for my roll, 3 points for most of my other skills and 4 points for 6 other skills. So basically if I were to do the practical test for the 3 star assessment the next day, I would have passed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;After that, we bade farewell and me and her walk to the mrt station. I left first as she was waiting for a friend. This made me wonder if she have a bf or is she just trying to avoid going home with me on the same bus. But who knows…let fate do the decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114692339610943445?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114692339610943445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114692339610943445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114692339610943445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114692339610943445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/05/entry-for-30406_114692339610943445.html' title='Entry for 30/4/06'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114692301782056907</id><published>2006-05-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:43:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry for 29/4/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reached the club at around 9.15am and saw all those sajc canoe team. Saw dawn but did not see salt. Got into the club and waited till 9.45am before the rest arrived. After viewing the rolling video again, we hit the water at about 10.30am.  We did the stuffs like low support, high support recovery and skulling for support. Then went to practice and the coach said they were 'baik'. Well, these skills seems a little easy if you have the water confidence. They were like nothing! Trust me. Saw her there trying to do those skills. Sigh...the best i could do is just to give her some advice. Hate to see her disappointed face when she cant do those skills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before going for lunch, there’s this thing I remembered vividly. So it goes on like this. The coach asked us to do kayak to kayak rescue called a barrel roll. My partner (uncle) and I did the rolls perfectly with us doing twice each. There’s a pair of girls who cant seems to perfect this skill, perhaps due to lack of water confidence and trust for their partner. So on seeing me doing perfectly fine, the coach picked me to assist the plump girl of the pair. First try, she cant get back in. The way we do our rescues are that we were facing each other when securing the kayak for the person to get in. Well, this was fine to me cause I managed to roll up my partner who was bigger size than me. So she went down into the water and I paddled to her. In less than 10 seconds, she got out of her kayak when I was about to reach out and flip her over. Ok, that was fine but here comes the worst part. I emptied the kayak for her and secure it in place for her to get in. As she tried to get in, her whole cleavage was exposed to me! I was there…shy of course…trying not to stare…and I did not look cause that totally turns me off! So I looked the other way while she figured her way getting into the kayak. Holy shit…never had such encounter before…so I advise girls not to wear singles or any low-cut shirts when canoeing cause you will never know what’s going to happen. Well if she’s hot like my dream babe Jeon Ji Hyun, I wont mind staring longer…but she’s totally WHACK PUI ! I told aaron about this incident and he was totally laughing his ass off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So went for lunch at about 1pm and came back at about 2. Saw an uncle catch a queenie. Was so surprised that pelagic species could be caught there. Same thing as before, ate with uncle, the other 2 guys and her. I ate beef noodles and she went to buy char siew rice from other stall cause the tiong bahru roast meat stall was not open. So after eating, we went back to the club and hit water again. Paddle around the place practicing the different skills before beaching up at around 6pm. Washed up and saw those SAJC peeps whom I went with the sisters island trip with. Went off together with her to take bus 13. The SAJC people also went off together and we chat along the way. Saw the girl with the punk hair. Haha…she looks quite cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asked her if she got boyfriend or not but she seems reluctant to answer me. Here’s the conversation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Ehh…you got Bf or not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her: Ermm…why are you asking this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Hahaha…I have no idea..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her: Then I also dunno lor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we remained quiet for a while…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Took 13 and chat with her asking what she thinks of the election. Apparently she’s someone who doesn’t really know much about it…hahaha. Then she got down near the Singapore Press Holdings building and I got down near opposite the bishan mrt. And went to the election rally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114692301782056907?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114692301782056907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114692301782056907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114692301782056907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114692301782056907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/05/entry-for-29406.html' title='entry for 29/4/06'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114623100148645423</id><published>2006-04-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:30:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm going to see her tomorrow! Cant wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114623100148645423?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114623100148645423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114623100148645423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114623100148645423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114623100148645423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing...'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114615658690379259</id><published>2006-04-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:49:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of 3 star course</title><content type='html'>My father sent me there and we reached golden mile food centre at about 9.30am. Went to eat breakfast and then accompany him up to the army market cause he wanted to purchase a jerry can and a led light. But he ended up purchasing only a led headlamp (21led) for $13 as the woman advise him to go to block 1, which was opposite the army market to purchase it because the price is cheaper. Apparently, thats where those stall holders got their stock from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i went down to KLSSC and realised that i was the last to reach that place. All the others had already started watching the 'Award Winning Video' teaching you how to roll. She was there with her hair untied and i grabbed my usual seat and sat down. Then at about 11.30am, we hit the water. The tide was extremely low (Neap tide). Its only 0.6m high and we could feel the seabed even when we were almost 50m out from the launching point. We were taught the 3 boat to boat contact towing and using tow lines and assembling formations for the tow. Towing is something you wont like to do during an expedition! Its a killer! I almost drown the uncle i partner with during the swimmer to kayak rescue! Hahahaha...i could not get him up cause i could not grab the cockpit of his dancer so he went down into the water again! So funny! Then he got out of the kayak himself and was gasping for air! Well, maybe its because of his big size and my wrong technic. We practiced the kayak to swimmer rescue and everything went on smoothly.  Then halfway during our towing and rescue, it rained so heavily that i thought i was going to get hypothermia. Luckily it was only a downpour and everything stopped in about 15mins. Then we went for lunch at about 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a plate of char siew fan. Was so please when she also ordered from the same stall. Affinity or was it pure coincidental? Wow, i was way surprised that she could finish the whole plate as she's quite small built. Then i went to get a curry puff cause i'm feeling way to hungry. She's also feeling hungry and went to get a goreng pisang. After this, we went off back to the club and i chat with her on the way. Couldn't recall what we talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back into the water again. Still into rescues. I did the rescues so fast that i couldnt believe it initially. My partner (another girl this time)  was the 2nd last to capsize but she was the 2nd one to get up the kayak due to my outstanding rescue skills. Thanks again to Aaron and Tammy (i mean tommy) who taught me these. As the tide was rising, we practised the rolls. Could do when the coach was around, but with his absence, i couldn't roll up. So my partner (the uncle) did eskimo bow rescue on me a few times. There is only 1 person who could roll. Then i saw her paddling around not practising her roll. Probably cause she doesnt have the confidence. So about 20mins before ending, i went up to her and ask her if she need any help. Then told her that i would drag a kayak out and use eskimo bow rescue if she fails to excute the stroke. Well, she did try twice and i told her what mistakes she made. Ok,  i tried to wash the kayaks as fast as possible cause i want to ask her if she wanted to take the train with me. Luckily for me, she did not went into the showers and we decided to meet at the tables in 15mins time. So, i went out even before 15mins because i do not like to make girls wait for me. In a minute or so, she was out. Wearing jeans and a black shirt if i remember. This probably shows that she's conservative compared to girls nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with her all the way to the mrt and on the train. We talk about our jobs, why i wanted to get into this course and all others. Then on the train, she asked me if i had a girlfriend. Wow! Could this be a chance for me? Maybe. Hard to find girls with the same interest as you, especially kayaking when it is predominantly male dominated. Alight at Bishan mrt and went with her to buy the nose clip for my next kayaking class. Got the Speedo one. Kinda cool isn't it. SPEEDO. Then she called her mom and asked if her dinner was cooked and it was not. So we bade farewell and she went to buy her dinner. Oh yahh, she also told me she says somewhere in the outskirts of Bishan near toa payoh. Ok, Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114615658690379259?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114615658690379259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114615658690379259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114615658690379259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114615658690379259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/2nd-day-of-3-star-course.html' title='2nd day of 3 star course'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114571525601327690</id><published>2006-04-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:15:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 3 star</title><content type='html'>Went for my 3 star training today. About 9 including me joined the course. Out of that, 4 of them are girls...ehh jealous right? Cause usually 3 star courses have very little females around. Thats not all! There is 2 guys whom i met at sisters island canoeing expedition before!&lt;br /&gt;So reached there exactly at 10am and they were already in the classroom watching video on kayaking. Then came a lesson which i almost fell asleep. Talking on the kayak, the rockers, chines and all other craps. Finished theory at about 1pm then went lunch with 4 other coursemates at golden mile. Returned to the club at about 1.40pm and slacked till about 2.05pm before we were told to grab our gears and hit the water. Saw salt and dawn as they were about to end their training. Salt saw me talking to a girl then shaked her head...hmm must be thinking that i am flirting with the girl. Well, talking to a girl could be interpreted as flirting..thats something i could understand...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went into the water at and was told to practice all the 2 star skills which became rusty after all these while. Was taught 2 new skills. Bow rudder and sweap roll. Surprisingly, i could not do the complete sweap roll. Only could do it when the coach is around. If he is not present, i could not do it!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so finished washing all the stuff at about 6pm before going to bathe. After finished bathing, went out to make calls and at the same time delay time so that i could meet the girl. Was about to give up and was walking away when she appeared! Walked her with to the mrt before leaving on the train myself cause she's waiting for a friend..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh Aaron !!! Dont be jealous !!! i Know you are reading this !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114571525601327690?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114571525601327690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114571525601327690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114571525601327690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114571525601327690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-day-of-3-star.html' title='1st day of 3 star'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114546325882774534</id><published>2006-04-19T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:14:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing my new found hobby and goals for this</title><content type='html'>Ok, my new found hobby is using insecticide to spray on ants. Horrible creatures they are! Coming into my flat and start building squatter settlements all over the place, scavaging for rubbish, having their long march in the night and you could see the whole bloody division shifting here and there. For the past month, i've been staying up till about 3am and have observed where their headquarters are built. So the next thing i'll do is to take out my insecticide and spray on their marching routes and attack their headquarters. Then you could see them dazed and slowly crawling out from their ant holes. Sometimes with pieces of food still stuck on their jaws. Then i'll leave them lying around crying for their queen and the next moment, they have gone visiting judas in hell. So far i've found a number of ant holes but theres more yet to be discovered. Yesterday night, i poured hot water into 1 ant hole and a few seconds later, i see a number of casualties crawling out. Ok, the end for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aims for this semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Maintain GPA around 3.5&lt;br /&gt;2.) Learn 1st aid&lt;br /&gt;3.) Get my Level 1 Coaching and 3 Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114546325882774534?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114546325882774534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114546325882774534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114546325882774534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114546325882774534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/announcing-my-new-found-hobby-and.html' title='Announcing my new found hobby and goals for this'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114537020784821779</id><published>2006-04-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:23:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th April....a very important date</title><content type='html'>Today's my birthday. Ok i want to thank all who tried so hard to make my day happy. Early in the morning, yue qi sms me wishing me a happy birthday. Well, how nice to have someone remembering your birthday when especially when shes a primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in class, i was stripped. Tommy held my arms and the rest took off my shirt, belt and pants. Lucky they left my underwear intact and there were no girls around. Oh my god! I was so helpless then i was held down and my clothes being taken off. Now i know whats the feeling of being raped and those rapist are really inhuman...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it rain and rain the whole day. Went for the Multi media class and hopefully i will not get a C for this module. And hope to maintain a no C record in my report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here are my birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;1.) Score very well for all my subjects in diploma, degree, honours, masters&lt;br /&gt;2.) Get promoted fast in the working world.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Catch 10 fishes everytime i go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Have my sweetheart as my wife&lt;br /&gt;5.) Have 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Get my level 1 coach before september&lt;br /&gt;7.) Retire with 10 million english pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i'm not very greedy...bye i want to go mug already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114537020784821779?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114537020784821779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114537020784821779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114537020784821779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114537020784821779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/18th-aprila-very-important-date.html' title='18th April....a very important date'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114504173551524609</id><published>2006-04-15T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:08:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changi outing</title><content type='html'>Location : Changi Village , CP 4&lt;br /&gt;Time : 13th April (1730) - 14th April (1000)&lt;br /&gt;Participants : Yj, Rishi, Gavin, Aaron, Kevin, Terence, Me&lt;br /&gt;Activities : Talk cock, drinking, eating, fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting took place on 13th at 1730hrs at toa payoh mrt with gavin and rishi arriving first and me and aaron next. Then waited for the rest to arrive. After that, we set off from there at about 1815hrs, taking bus 59 to changi village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached destination at about 1950hrs and proceeded to have dinner. Food eaten were nasi lemak, minced pork noodles, hor fun and roast pork meat rice. Went to fill up my spare spool for my new reel i bought on 12th April with 20lb line. Surprised to fine a line which cost $5.60 for about 500m. But its diameter is extremely small (o.33mm), currently the finest 20lb line i'm having. So currently i'm having 350m of line inside my Tica Spinfocus GT4500. I think that should be enough to stop a TUTU Train weighing 10kg-15kg...lets hope i have the chance to meet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then yj and rishi got another bag of Sup Tulang because they wanted to try it. Then we took a bus to cp4. Initially i wanted to bring them to CP5 but changed my mind and went to cp4 instead. After we reached, we found a table and started setting up. A ground sheet was laid on the sand and i went to set up my rod. Then we started eating the food that we bought. We talked about all those stuff when we were in lower sec cause that time we were in the same class. Things like gavin's ex-gfs...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cut the cake that was bought cause its my birthday next tuesday (18th april). Please remember to give me a present or send me a greeting through sms. Nice chocolate coffee cake from prima deli. Then they sang the birthday song so loud. Well, its been ages since i had my birthday celebrated. Thats very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after eating, i went back fishing while they went stocking people. Kevin and aaron found 1 couple petting and i think they were spying at them. Terence couldnt take it and went sleeping quite early. At about 3am+, they cant seems to get potential targets, so they went to sleep. And i also cant get any fishes, so i decided to sleep. Laid the ground sheets and poncho and we all slept. Talk for quite a while. When kevin fell asleep, rishi and yj decided to play a prank on him. So they shouted : " Kevin wake up ! 6 am already !". Kevin was like : " 5 mins more, 5 mins ."&lt;br /&gt;Then they started laughing and kevin realised he was fooled. Then again, joked and talked again before we all really went sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 6.10am and  waked to changi village and took 59 to bishan. Then had breakfast at Cafe Cartel before going home. Then slept from 11am till 6pm in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went out with my parents cause my mother wanted to 'steal a plant' which was supposed to have some medicinal values but is hard to find here. Went all the way to yishun, near nee soon camp to eat murtabak and satay before  heading to sembawang beach. Saw a guy catching a Duri. But the one i caught i bigger than his.  That guy must have heard me telling my mother that these catfishes eat shit and anything they could find and he rebuked saying that these kind of catfishes are better in 'grade' different from those eel type which he claims are the only ones that eat shit. But a catfish is a catfish. They all eat shit...hahahahhaha. And whats more is that i think he is intending to bring that fish home. Holy shit. Thats seriously dumb as sembawang shipyard is just a few hundred metres away from the jetty. So imagine the amount of pollution thats being poured into the water from aaron's future workplace. And its said that the mercury level of the water in the area is quite high due to the shipyard thats found there. So i could only wish that guy good luck if he is intending to bring that home and eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114504173551524609?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114504173551524609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114504173551524609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114504173551524609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114504173551524609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/changi-outing.html' title='changi outing'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114477572247510773</id><published>2006-04-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:16:42.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrogant bastard</title><content type='html'>well, an arrogant bastard posted this on maple forum and an article about this particular topic appeared in &lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,104850,00.html"&gt;newspapers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case they delete it away in the future, i will copy the whole article down for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'POLY students are stupid, childish and mindless kids.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This comment posted on an online gaming forum website by a flamer, who claims to be a junior college student, has led to a 'poly-JC war' on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A flamer is one who makes derogatory comments on the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; It all started last Wednesday when the flamer, with the nickname Redpony, accused poly students of the increased 'ks-ing' - or kill-stealing - during gaming sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Kill-stealing is the practice of killing an enemy which another player has already started to attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; His original post read: 'The reason why you see ks-ing is because the polys are having their holidays now - who doesn't know that a lot of the poly people are just stupid, childish and mindless kids?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Things turned ugly on the forum as some local enthusiasts of the online game MapleStory - developed by South Korean developer Wizet - turned game talk into outright flaming - directed at polytechnic students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Multiple posts on the MapleStory forum, hosted by Asiasoft, contained comments that polytechnic students were inferior to JC students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In one particularly offensive post, Redpony wrote: 'If someone can't even meet the minimum cut-off (points) to enter a JC, it's just plain sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People from poly should know their place.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Forums on massively multi-player online role-playing games (MMORPGs) are popular because these games often involve group missions, where multiple players must embark on real-time game quests together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Players frequent these forums to discuss game strategies and group quests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Gamers usually discuss topics such as whether the buying and selling of maps (or training spots) on the game was right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; But for this particular game, conversations on the game's online forum seem to have diverged from their intended topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SWAMPED &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The flaming has escalated to the point that multiple forum threads are now swamped with incensed responses to Redpony's original post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; One forum member was so upset with his comments that she wrote to The New Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Said first-year polytechnic student May Chan, 17: 'The comments have hurt me deeply - do JC students really think they are superior to us poly students?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Other users responded angrily on the forum itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Said user n34tsd: 'Whether they are from the poly or not, it's wrong to stereotype that poly students are dumb, childish and that they can't make it to JC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'You should be more sensitive in what you say and not generalise all poly students like that - such generalisation only shows your level of maturity.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Other forum members lashed out against JC students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Said Rambo2001: 'You think JC student so good, ah? In fact they are worse - they can't even think logically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'They only know how to memorise books. So what if you are good in memorising but your mind is not flexible? You still lose out.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; But some provided level-headed responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; One forum poster who claimed to have scored 9 points in the O levels wrote: 'I still went to poly instead of JC, because JC is for nerds.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In response, a JC student said on the forum: 'I was from JC, and I entered JC because I didn't know what path I wanted - that's why I didn't go to poly to specialise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'JC is not below poly nor is poly below JC - they are just alternate paths after secondary school education.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Said Benedict Chew, 18, a student at ITE Simei, who frequents the gaming forum: 'He (Redpony) came across as being arrogant, to the point of being boastful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'Coming from the 'slower' group of students sometimes hardens someone against such remarks. But what I have against him is his arrogance and that he thinks he's above the rest because he's from a JC.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; On JC students, Benedict said that he didn't feel it was right to stereotype a group of students because of one black sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'JC, poly and ITE are just different paths for one to choose from - eventually they lead to the same place,' he added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Redpony declined The New Paper's request for an interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He simply asked us to refer to his posts on the forum thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Other JC students we spoke to were appalled with the insensitive nature of the forum posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Said Evelyn Low, 18, a second-year JC student: 'I know people who have done well in the O levels but who chose to go to the polys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'They are people who know clearly what they want to do - poly courses are more specialised. Grades don't mean everything.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Agreeing, Stephanie Tay, 17, a first-year JC student, said: 'The polys are increasingly being seen as an alternative to JC education - I don't think at all that they are 'dumping grounds' like what people used to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'It's childish to think you're above anyone else just based on grades.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEATED EXCHANGE 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Redpony: The fact that we can do better in all the exams up till now means that we have a better learning ability than the rest of you. We still do well in subjects we don't like. Put an average JC student in a poly and he'll ace everything. HTML? Teach it to any JC student and he will definitely master it in less than half the time poly people take. I don't see how the poly kids can ever do better than any jc boy when they can't even do well for the O Levels. O Levels is just elementary stuff. Simple maths, simple science and basic mastery of your languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n34tsd: It's wrong of you to stereotype that poly students are dumb, childish, and can't make it to JC. I was from poly and am doing well in the university now. Who are you to call other people stupid, mindless and childish? You are being childish and pretty mindless in doing that. No one has the right to call anyone else stupid - you may be smart in your studies, but how street smart or how good are you in hands-on work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEATED EXCHANGE 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Redpony: Why are you getting so upset over the things I said? The truth hurts doesn't it? I really wish I have as much time as the rest of you. Poly people have all the time. Like you need to put in any effort to get a diploma. LOL. I can't maple as much. I'm just browsing the forums and doing my work at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GospelFlame: Me upset? Nah, im just amazed about how your mind thinks. Such arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from The Electric New Paper website)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;well, this issue of who is smarter than who have been around for quite some times. from what i think, if this guy thinks he is that smart, he should not be doing A levels here. instead he should be out there in some Uni in US doing his degree at 17 or 18. furthermore, if he is really that smart, he should not be browsing the forum and doing his work at the same time, which i think is quite dumb. here are points to argue with whats in the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His original post read: 'The reason why you see ks-ing is because the polys are having their holidays now - who doesn't know that a lot of the poly people are just stupid, childish and mindless kids?'&lt;br /&gt;-- KS is part of people's strategy to get what they want using least efforts. you must be pretty dumb if you dont do in when playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In one particularly offensive post, Redpony wrote: 'If someone can't even meet the minimum cut-off (points) to enter a JC, it's just plain sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'People from poly should know their place.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- well, going poly doesnt mean that you have poor grades for o levels. its just that they have in mind what they want for their future. furthermore, doing badly in 1 exam doesnt mean you will fail throughout your life. sometimes its just that during that particular exam, you unknowningly screw it up although you have put in 110% of effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;/span&gt;Redpony: The fact that we can do better in all the exams up till now means that we have a better learning ability than the rest of you. We still do well in subjects we don't like. Put an average JC student in a poly and he'll ace everything. HTML? Teach it to any JC student and he will definitely master it in less than half the time poly people take. I don't see how the poly kids can ever do better than any jc boy when they can't even do well for the O Levels. O Levels is just elementary stuff. Simple maths, simple science and basic mastery of your languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; --- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those are just stuffs some courses but NOT ALL offer. you come to my course and i teach you how to do workshop. those are skills you can learn in 1 night. time is the key. 70% of the things you learn in school are likely to be useless when you go to work. basically, you can say you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;start all over again. and you attitude will get you no where when you go working. talk like this to your subordinates and you can see what will happen. no one can stand alone in this world. even when you are the boss, you need help from others as you will not know all the stuff there. and one more thing. my father is a part time poly grad and he is holding same rank as a master holder in this department. they are of course around the same age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.)  Redpony: Why are you getting so upset over the things I said? The truth hurts doesn't it? I really wish I have as much time as the rest of you. Poly people have all the time. Like you need to put in any effort to get a diploma. LOL. I can't maple as much. I'm just browsing the forums and doing my work at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--i cant see the reason why you call yourself smart for multi-tasking. well, for myself, i do not like stress during studies. how long can you live in 1 life. what is the reason for giving yourself so much stress? And playing maple at this age doesnt make you look smart. its dumb.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114477572247510773?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114477572247510773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114477572247510773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114477572247510773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114477572247510773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrogant-bastard.html' title='arrogant bastard'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114476782162489459</id><published>2006-04-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:03:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZzzzZZ</title><content type='html'>This portion is for last 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;on 3rd of april, went to bishan to celebrate my grandmother's bday. well, my mother bought a cake and pizza was ordered.  seems she was quite happy cause she is 77 this year.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;fully recovered from my throat infection about last week?then went kayaking at kallang and signed up for 3 star? course held on 23rd, 24th, 29th,30th. 2 weekends of april burned out completely. never mind...i'm going to be a coach soon. imagine me teaching 1 star...oohh then i'll wear a pair of sunglasses and ogle at those cute girls i see...muhahahahahahahahaha and getting paid $50+ a day for doing that. then after the course, i can ask for their number..muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHA...OH MY U DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I AM GRINNING WHEN I AM TYPING THIS NOW...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this week i went crazy. because i am planning to buy another fishing reel again. so far through out the 5 years since i started fishing, i've spent about $400+ on those stuff already. close to $500 i guess. but its better than my brother who spends $$$ on fancy clothes, sk2 facial wash (cause his skin is CMI). anyway, i have a few reels in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;1.) Daiwa Freams J 4500  $150&lt;br /&gt;2.) Shimano Aerlex 8000   $100&lt;br /&gt;3.) Shakespeares Tidewater SS  $70&lt;br /&gt;4.) Tica Spinfocus GT 6000  $65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously do not know which one to get&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;went kayaking today with aaron and tammy ( i mean tommy). supposed to meet at 9.30am, but i woke up at that time. so rushed and packed all my stuff into the bag. apparently, my mother managed to find my pair of wet shoes. search all over for it last night and cant find it. according to her, it was found stuck in between the sewing machine box and another plastic cupboard. so rushed off and to busstop to take 317 to meet aaron on board. then proceed to a coffeeshop near serangoon interchange to have breakfast. before the food came, i had this bloodly feeling that some unsightly hair might be found in my food.  and shit...those thoughts came true !!! i found 1 hair stuck on inside a lump of cooked minced meat (eating minced pork noodles) and later on found 1 strand on the surface of my teh bing. holy shit ! how the hell did they got there? couldnt be my hair since 1 strand of hair was lodged inside a lump of meat and the hair on the surface was quite thin in diameter...damn unlucky. strike 4D also not that easy !&lt;br /&gt;ok then after this disgusting breakfast, took 1o0 to kallang SSC. the sky doesnt look too friendly today...rain clouds all over the sky. rent the kayak for 2 hrs and played around the area. practised my skills...u know the high support recovery...and was taught eskimo roll by tommy and aaron. well seems like i learned it in 20 mins. maybe because both of them are good coaches.&lt;br /&gt;after fooling around in the drizzle for 2 hrs, we went to eat the duck rice at beach road. that stall is located along the same stretch of shops as the fishing tackle shop. well what i can say is that their food is superb! the soup was cooked using chinese herbs and the rice tasted heavenly. anyone reading this should go and try it. ordered mutton soup also. we were sweating all over after this meat. after this, went from shop to shop to look at the reels and later on went to kovan to buy sunglasses for me to ogle at girls when i am taking 1 star courses after my coaching course...well, i cant wait for that moment to come..hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114476782162489459?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114476782162489459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114476782162489459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114476782162489459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114476782162489459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/04/zzzzzzz.html' title='ZZzzzZZ'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114381741002615901</id><published>2006-03-31T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:03:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>Was sick since tuesday. So miss some outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to with my father to collect his car at borneo motors. Went at around 2pm+ and met the person at around 2.40pm+? I did not bring my watch...&lt;br /&gt;Was brought to a room at on the 3rd floor and that person explained everything he brought in a bag..the papers, warrenty etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then brought us to another place. Something like a multi-storey carpark where all the new cars are parked. The new car was there, new and shiny. So the person explained to my father how the remote key works and then drove the car to another lot 10m away  which is more spacious. There he explained all other stuff like the lever for all other things on board. Then after signing the papers, we drove off. First stop was the petrol station. Pumped $50 of petrol, about 29 litres then went to AMK central HDB office to get the season ticket for parking ( i hope i got that correct). Left some documents inside the car so decided to go home after realising it was left inside the car. Then after that, my father drove his motorbike back to buy that thing he needed. At around 7.30pm, me, mother and father went down to the car again. He practised parking for about 1hr cause he hasnt been driving for 10 years. Then drove to my grandfather's place about less than 5mins away by car. Went to chinese medicine shop and got some medicine then went back after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114381741002615901?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114381741002615901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114381741002615901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114381741002615901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114381741002615901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114338908596546534</id><published>2006-03-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:04:46.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nice weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Went fishing early in the morning with my cousin n his dad.  Reached that at around 7.30am.  And started casting lures. But it seems that the fishes aint interested in my lure.  After so many casts, did not even get a bite. But seems that my cousin's luck was better. Got several bites on his lures, most are small sized ones. Got to 1 spot, there were a few small ones, about 5 to 8 of them. Casting poppers and minnows seems useless. Even baits are useless. So went strolling around casting for fun. Around 10am +, my cousin's dad's line seems to be coming back and he suspect that theres some bugger at the end. At the same time, another rod bended and my cousin's rod's line ran out. So its 3 fishes at the same time. My cousin's dad reeled his line in and gave it a hard strike !!! Hard i mean really hard. Wow,  i looked up the the rod and there it gave a nice bend.  knew it was something big at the end. Then saw my cousin fighting the fish he got and a boy, regular there came with his net to help get the fish up. Both fishes surfaced but the 3rd got away i guess. If only i had gone to that rod with the fish...&lt;br /&gt;Took &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/ziyang"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; with those 2 fishes. Belidas as they were called. Very beautiful fishes indeed. Those people fishing around including me see already Tak boleh tahan. 2 fishes brought up at the same time...omg. Then when i was trying to hold the bigger of the 2 fishes by the mouth to take picture, that fish bite me !!! Hahaha that was damn funny. I bet no one reading this thing would have got bitten by a fish before.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 11am+, i got a small tomman also. But its really small. Only enough to make 1 bowl of sliced fish bee hoon. Pathetic right? Went home at around 1pm feeling..."KoolZ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TOday morning woke up feeling excited. Cause i'm going to watch a concert by the whitley &amp; bartley alumni band and the whitley concert band.  Of course, other than going there to support my friend, i have other motives. HEHEHEHEHEHE...to see her of course. Concert was held at the Victoria Concert Hall. Damn old building with lots of histories behind it. The concert was quite ok, for someone like me who hasnt gone for a concert since 18th april 1988. Met jerome at bishan and had dinner with him and later we arrived a bit late and they were already playing their 1st song. Got inside after the first song. Some songs were nice while other are totally unheard of.  Was waiting anxiously for her appearence and when she appeared, i cant take my eyes off her. Cant believe what i'm doing. She still look cute from afar. Spectacles, white hairband, pony tail...so beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic, alot of unfamiliar songs were played but they sound nice. My favourite was the 2nd last song and the drummer who came out and showed his superb skills. Apparently that drummer was the winner of some competition held yearly for a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home after the concert. Bye ! i'm very tired now....going fishing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114338908596546534?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114338908596546534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114338908596546534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114338908596546534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114338908596546534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-nice-weekend.html' title='My nice weekend'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114318986240225938</id><published>2006-03-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:44:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill time entry</title><content type='html'>Actually wanted to go punngol jetty with SC from 1a02, but was raining there. So the date was changed to monday. After confirmation of the changed date, changed into running shoes and wen down to play basketball. Played for about 1hr and only got about 5 shots in. Never mind, i'm only playing this to lose weight, not for entering competition. So after that, went to the fitness corner to do 50 crunches before heading home. Muhahahahahahahaha....oh and dorothy told me yesterday that she was probably going sailing on 8th April or maybe earlier. Seems she was quite sad as her bf was coming back to Sg on 12th and she couldnt meet him. Talked to me so i console her and asked her to look on the brighter side of the picture. Told her that after this 1 year, she would be able to go for her COC3, save alot of money and able too see the world. Guess those words really lightened her up as she told me she laughed at what i was typing. Hmmmmmm...seems that i know how to counsel people but i just couldnt handle my own problems. Whenever i got shitty results, i was always dull...arhhh wadever. Oh yahh i have this feeling that theres something wong with my right knee cap. When i bend it, it gives some sort of creaking sound.  I think i'm getting old....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114318986240225938?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114318986240225938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114318986240225938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114318986240225938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114318986240225938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/kill-time-entry.html' title='Kill time entry'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114310573372793805</id><published>2006-03-23T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:40:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise again</title><content type='html'>Just did some exercise. Now cooling down before my run. Ok, did all these exercises.&lt;br /&gt;-80 crunches&lt;br /&gt;-80 leg lifts&lt;br /&gt;-100 sit-up&lt;br /&gt;-50 push up&lt;br /&gt;-2.4km jog&lt;br /&gt;-750m walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114310573372793805?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114310573372793805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114310573372793805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114310573372793805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114310573372793805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/exercise-again.html' title='Exercise again'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114309980989701143</id><published>2006-03-23T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:43:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's post</title><content type='html'>Well, this post was meant for yesterday. Was typing away before my father took this laptop away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tues, i began my fitness training for my NS. Was getting quite worried about my fitness and decided that it was time to do something before its too late. So went to do all these exercise.&lt;br /&gt;-50 crunches&lt;br /&gt;-50 leg lifts&lt;br /&gt;-75 sit-ups&lt;br /&gt;-1.8km run&lt;br /&gt;-600m walk&lt;br /&gt;Very little right? Well cant be helped. Used to be running 2.4km in 12mins +++ but due to ages without exercise, this is what had become of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, the results came out. Was so excited till i cant sleep the night before. Used the laptop until about 2.30am. Then went lying on mattress till about 3.30am then stood up and decided to watch cartoon. Switched on the TV and VCD player and watch La Bi Xiao Xin until my father came out of his room at about 4am. Asked me why i was not sleeping, i told him that i could not sleep, then my mother was awaken by the noise my father made, so she woke up and complain to my father that i was using the computer and sleeping very late recently. So that is the cause of why i could not complete this entry yesterday. HE CONFISCATED THIS MACHINE !&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finally i went to sleep at around 4.30am and woke up by aaron's call..."Ehh...you login already? I cant login and it says server error."then i reply "Oh ok" and chat a while before i went back to sleep. Woke up at 9.30am and on the computer. Waited there for about 10mins before i could actually see my results. Was a bit anxious cause i did not really put in 110% effort for last semester. When the results finally came out, i was so relieved. That heavy load was finally off.&lt;br /&gt;-1 Dist&lt;br /&gt;-4 As&lt;br /&gt;-3 Bs&lt;br /&gt;-GPA 3.689&lt;br /&gt;Was quite happy since my GPA only defer from last term by 0.029. If i can maintain this for the next 2 academic year, i would more or less be able to secure a place in local uni but i'm most likely not going to do that. Then being typical singaporean, went around comparing results and up till this point of time, was ranked 5th in class. Dropped by 3 positions. Arhh...that doesnt matter so long it doesnt give TKK a chance to criticise poly students, that would be good. Then i decided that the next Gems Module i'm going to take is "Chartering For the Financial Market". Hehe, going to learn how to play the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with aaron in the afternoon. Found him with chubby nicholas at the Minced Pork Noodles stall in Toa Payoh but it was not opened to they went to eat chicken rice. Then later went to Toa Payoh Central to buy things. Walked around and got a basketball at sportslink. Then went to play Daytona before going off. Went to aaron's house to burn Band of brothers vcd before going to chomp chomp to buy Minced Pork Noodles for my dinner. And those noodles taste like shit. Told that bugger to put alot of vinegar and apparently he did not add any. No wonder he got no business. Cant even take simple order. DUMB !&lt;br /&gt;Went NTUC after getting the noodles to buy my favourite 85% &lt;a href="http://www.lindt.com/1610/3429/3497/3852.asp"&gt;Cocoa Dark Chocolate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm intending to eat this as a health supplement cause its said that dark chocolate is bad for your health. bye bye i'm going running later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114309980989701143?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114309980989701143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114309980989701143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114309980989701143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114309980989701143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterdays-post.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s post'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114252060767247667</id><published>2006-03-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:50:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating</title><content type='html'>Went ice skating with OCS and his cousin who is visiting SG for 3 days. First thing in the morning, went to Sincere tackles to get my Fireline for my Shimano Slade. Damn it...cant get all the line transferred to my reel spool and ended up with about 30+m of fireline left. Dumb shimano should increase the capacity of their spool. Even 114m of Fireline also cannot accommodate...dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway reached jurong east mrt around 11 and went off to the ice skating ring. Ticket cost was around $11 plus the skating shoes for 2 hrs of skating . Quite cheap actually....good place for a date i can say. Then found out that today there is no extra charges for over time. So that means unlimited usage for just $11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my adventure begins here. Stepped into the ring at around 11.40, without much confidence. Held on to the sides for support while slowly trying to balance and get adjusted to these shoes. Then i tried to going short distances from point to point. For the first 1 1/2 hr, i cant seems to move my right foot...hahaha so its like seeing some idiot limping around the ring. Had a few close shaves, as in i almost ram into someone. Anyway it isnt nice to ram into someone especially..you know...when she is bending down picking something or tying shoe laces. Fell down one time and somehow got caught up with that old injury i got from playing basketball and climbing mount ophir and it really sucks! Luckily for me, i landed on my butt, which for all these while accumulated quite a thick layer of monosaturated fats to absorb the impact. Good for me as there's no crater left behind. Ok, so at around 1pm, those workers there needs to polish the skating ring, so they drove this monster into the ring and went round and round for about 15mins. Then went back to the ring again. Oh ya...one thing i notice about that place. There were alot of pretty girls !!! Holy shit...that was the 1st time i was surrounded by so many pretty girls. But that fall of mine wasnt caused by them. Ok..back to topic. The ring was opened after polishing and the ice was damn smooth. this time round i somehow found the courage to use my right foot. Then moved around the ring and it was quite tiring. There, OCS was going round and round. Seems he is quite pro with it already. Then there was this kid who fell in front of me. She was sure lucky cause i managed to break in time or else her hands would have extra 4 fingers and lying in the hospital waiting for them to be attached back. There was another guy. Kept speeding around the ring, as if trying to show off. then ocassionally made some sliding moves making himself look "cool". The skates they provided surely sucks. Got 1 blister on my leg already. Perhaps my socks are not llong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off at around 2.30pm for lunch at Long John. So expensive and the amount they gave was pathetic. After that went home by train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114252060767247667?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114252060767247667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114252060767247667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114252060767247667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114252060767247667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/ice-skating.html' title='Ice skating'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114231673471002299</id><published>2006-03-14T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:12:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dream</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about something weird just now...and its definitely worth it to record down !!! Ok...it starts like this ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane i boarded landed at Somali (must be thinking of too much Black Hawk Down) and i went to the customs. Being typical africans, of course those custom official were corrupted. So they confiscated my passport and let me went through those gates.  Some how i was blur enough to go pass the customs without remembering to collect my passport. So next, i found myself on the back of a truck with crowds chasing after the truck both behind and in front. There were thousands of them! Each of them holding a stick and some holding rifles! Something like what what those marines faced there. Those angry people were doing some sort of a angry march down towards the truck i'm in. So i jumped out of it and ran towards the jungle as fast as my legs could carry me. Then i tracked through the jungles for about 2 weeks before making myself out and found myself hiding behind some pillars of a apartment block. Ran up and into one of the apartment with a Singaporean staying in it and begged her to help me. Then i took out my wallet and show her my Singapore poly Ezlink card to show her that i am a singaporean and told her all that had happened through the 2 weeks. She promised to help me. Then her husband returned home also. A while later, some noises were heard outside the apartment and the guards must have spotted me while i am running up the block. Apparently during these 2 weeks in jungle, i've become a wanted criminal there and the guards reported it to the police who came to search the building. Luckily, they didnt managed to find me and the next few days were spent to figure out how to get me into safety. As there seems to be no Singapore High Commission in Somali. So they suggest that i go to the Italian Consulate to seek for help. Tried calling them for help to send some armed guards and a diplomat to esort me there but they could not be reached. So, the next day, i hijack a car and drove myself down to the embassy to seek help...then i woke up...darn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114231673471002299?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114231673471002299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114231673471002299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114231673471002299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114231673471002299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/weird-dream.html' title='Weird dream'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114173167687601089</id><published>2006-03-07T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:41:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach road n new lures</title><content type='html'>Today went to beach road to get those &lt;a href="http://www.fishingkaki.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=14510"&gt;lures&lt;/a&gt;. Technic Pro hunter...cost only $3.90 each. Heard good feedbacks about it and someone posted a picture of a barracuda which was caught using it. So went to get 3 of them for myself and 1 for my cousin. Aaron also got 3 for himself. Apparently due to high demands, alot of them were grabbed up so there were limited colours left. Upon close inpection, i conclude that the finishing were not as nice as those expensive brands and the material used to make it are also average. But who cares, so long it can get me a few big mama tommans i do not mind having retired after a few catches if the finishing are gone. Anyway how much can you expect from something so cheap. Then after that went to 5 dots tackle shop. Bought myself a box for lures and some swivels...aaron got the same thing. Went home and packed all my lures into that box. The lures fits in so nicely :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114173167687601089?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114173167687601089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114173167687601089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114173167687601089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114173167687601089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/beach-road-n-new-lures.html' title='Beach road n new lures'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114164236220487692</id><published>2006-03-06T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:52:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing the whole week</title><content type='html'>Went fishing the whole weekend with my cousin and his dad @ Kranji Resevoir.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Got there at around 8.30am. There were some waves due to the winds. Fishes were not surfacing, so needless to say, they were not in biting mood. Wanted to try out all those 2nd hand lures and some lures that my cousin gave me. Cast the poppers at some occasion ripples appearing but still they did not bite. So went to join my cousin at the far end, somewhere near the fence. Took out my tiny tip and he showed me how to cast and play with it. Then after a few cast made by him, the fish took my tiny tip. Whoo..then we continued casting at the same spot for about 10mins before he went off. Then i continue casting on my own and after about 10mins, that fish took my lure. Too bad i did not set the hook properly and it got off. After a while, it still did not bite so i went off to other spots. After about 1hr, i went back again to that spot. Cast the popper, pop!pop!pop!pop! and Bang!!! 1st cast and that Tomman took my popper. Again did not set hook properly although i got it hooked for about 1.5 sec before it got off. Then thats the end of all actions. Went back home at around 1pm+ and got myself 1 packet of soya bean before going home. Then after that went to my CJC cousin house in Bishan. It was my mother's birthday. Apparently all that offers to treat the family to dinner did not work. My damn brother went out on his own and my mother seems to got into some sort of disagreement with my father so instead me and her went to my cousin weiling's house. Then she got herself a cake and after so many offers to pay for that cake, she still refuse. Stubborn people are we indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Got to Kranji resevoir at around 9am, this time with another 2 cousins. Coloured my white colour popper the night before and wanted to try it out. Went to that spot again and on the first cast, the fish took my popper! Haha after buying this thing for about 2 years, this piece of plastic  is finally combat proven. But again, cant get that bugger up. Lucky bastard...&lt;br /&gt;Went off and came back at around 30mins later armed with my tiny tip. First cast was a trial cast to get myself adjusted back to casting small lures. Then on the 2nd cast, the fish whack the popper. This time its luck went out and i managed to hook it up. Small sized fish, about 500g to 800g in weight i guess. &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/photo/462451629/2935705780078986560kKsocT"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the picture. Well, that seems to be the biggest catch of the day. Then at around 12pm+, the whole lot of tomman fries came in. So me and 2 cousins went up to the bridge and started casting at them. Took the Nils Master lure and hook up around 3 fries before they went off. Left that place at around 3pm that day and went home telling all those stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114164236220487692?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114164236220487692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114164236220487692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114164236220487692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114164236220487692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/fishing-whole-week.html' title='Fishing the whole week'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114123503019717172</id><published>2006-03-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:43:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russell Peters Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are the videos of that comedian whom i'm addicted to these past few weeks all thanks to aaron's intro.&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksh9UACI6AU&amp;search=russell%20peters"&gt;Russell Peters &lt;/a&gt;40mins video&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EtrlUySZE8&amp;amp;search=russell%20peters"&gt;Russell Peters &lt;/a&gt;46mins video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway u can get them on youtube.com &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search=russell+peters&amp;amp;search_type=search_videos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114123503019717172?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114123503019717172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114123503019717172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114123503019717172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114123503019717172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/russell-peters-videos.html' title='Russell Peters Videos'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-114123452743193236</id><published>2006-03-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:35:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of holidays....</title><content type='html'>Finally..all papers for the whole academic year are completed and finished except i do not have as much confidence compared to last semester. Basically i have been slacking around too much i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past 2 weeks there is this Tammy video flooding around sg. Then some people in USA made T-shirts with words "I Fucked Tammy at NYP". I have to admit that i viewed the video...but i hereby swear that i have completely removed it from my computer. Then on the Straits Times last sunday, they reported that some people were peddling DVDs of her video. Wow...instant fame !!! Then Aaron said that :--&gt; if you want ur daughter to be famous, send her to NYP and give her a High resolution camera phone and she will do the rest. So what to do now? What done is done...blame it on herself for recording it in the first place and not taking care of her phone properly.&lt;br /&gt;Went for "job interview" the day before the MEK paper. Kinda screw it up cause i told the person that i was not really a IT Savvy person and they are looking for promoters for the upcoming IT show. Another friend of mine got the job...must have fake his way through the interview...hehe caues he doesnt look very IT to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the comments from me about the 3 papers i took:&lt;br /&gt;Ele1. Quite ok to me. Can do all the questions although halfway through the paper i panicked caues i for got some stupid formulas&lt;br /&gt;Apm. I feel like i kinda screw this paper up due to alot of careless mistakes made although i know how to do them.&lt;br /&gt;MEK. The paper seems quite simple to me and there might be chances of getting a distinction although WaiLun seems to have quite high chances of getting it too cause he memorize the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got myself my first Shimano reel on the day i completed the electrics paper. How nice...a reel from a reliable manufacturer. Cost me $36 but i feel that the money is well spent. Here is the link Finally..all papers for the whole academic year are completed and finished except i do not have as much confidence compared to last semester. Basically i have been slacking around too much i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past 2 weeks there is this Tammy video flooding around sg. Then some people in USA made T-shirts with words "I Fucked Tammy at NYP". I have to admit that i viewed the video...but i hereby swear that i have completely removed it from my computer. Then on the Straits Times last sunday, they reported that some people were peddling DVDs of her video. Wow...instant fame !!! Then Aaron said that :--&gt; if you want ur daughter to be famous, send her to NYP and give her a High resolution camera phone and she will do the rest. So what to do now? What done is done...blame it on herself for recording it in the first place and not taking care of her phone properly.&lt;br /&gt;Went for "job interview" the day before the MEK paper. Kinda screw it up cause i told the person that i was not really a IT Savvy person and they are looking for promoters for the upcoming IT show. Another friend of mine got the job...must have fake his way through the interview...hehe caues he doesnt look very IT to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the comments from me about the 3 papers i took:&lt;br /&gt;Ele1. Quite ok to me. Can do all the questions although halfway through the paper i panicked caues i for got some stupid formulas&lt;br /&gt;Apm. I feel like i kinda screw this paper up due to alot of careless mistakes made although i know how to do them.&lt;br /&gt;MEK. The paper seems quite simple to me and there might be chances of getting a distinction although WaiLun seems to have quite high chances of getting it too cause he memorize the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got myself my first Shimano reel on the day i completed the electrics paper. How nice...a reel from a reliable manufacturer. Cost me $36 but i feel that the money is well spent. Here is the link Finally..all papers for the whole academic year are completed and finished except i do not have as much confidence compared to last semester. Basically i have been slacking around too much i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past 2 weeks there is this Tammy video flooding around sg. Then some people in USA made T-shirts with words "I Fucked Tammy at NYP". I have to admit that i viewed the video...but i hereby swear that i have completely removed it from my computer. Then on the Straits Times last sunday, they reported that some people were peddling DVDs of her video. Wow...instant fame !!! Then Aaron said that :--&gt; if you want ur daughter to be famous, send her to NYP and give her a High resolution camera phone and she will do the rest. So what to do now? What done is done...blame it on herself for recording it in the first place and not taking care of her phone properly.&lt;br /&gt;Went for "job interview" the day before the MEK paper. Kinda screw it up cause i told the person that i was not really a IT Savvy person and they are looking for promoters for the upcoming IT show. Another friend of mine got the job...must have fake his way through the interview...hehe caues he doesnt look very IT to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the comments from me about the 3 papers i took:&lt;br /&gt;Ele1. Quite ok to me. Can do all the questions although halfway through the paper i panicked caues i for got some stupid formulas&lt;br /&gt;Apm. I feel like i kinda screw this paper up due to alot of careless mistakes made although i know how to do them.&lt;br /&gt;MEK. The paper seems quite simple to me and there might be chances of getting a distinction although WaiLun seems to have quite high chances of getting it too cause he memorize the whole book.&lt;br /&gt; Then got myself my first &lt;a href="http://cabelas.com/cabelas/en/templates/product/standard-item.jsp?_DARGS=/cabelas/en/common/catalog/item-link.jsp_A&amp;_DAV=MainCatcat20166&amp;amp;id=0032025119895a&amp;navCount=1&amp;amp;podId=0032025&amp;parentId=cat20333&amp;amp;navAction=push&amp;catalogCode=IF&amp;amp;rid=&amp;parentType=index&amp;amp;indexId=cat20333&amp;hasJS=true"&gt;Shimano reel &lt;/a&gt;on the day i completed the electrics paper. How nice...a reel from a reliable manufacturer. Cost me $36 but i feel that the money is well spent. Load it with 9lb (4.0kg) mono line currently but plan to buy 10lb (4.5kg) fireline to use in the near future. Went to macritchie to throw some lure i bought after the MEK paper and the golden bomber was the most outstanding in terms of performance i guess. No wonder theres so much bite marks on it.&lt;br /&gt;Planned a fishing trip with guys from SP i never met before. Currently there are 4 guys going. Some cant go cause they are having other activities. Well, we are deciding on how are we going to convince those low work efficiency staff in Students Affairs in SP to let us setup this club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here is what i am going to do during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Find work and earn at least $300 for me to spend slowly for the next academic year&lt;br /&gt;2.) Catch myself my first peacock bass&lt;br /&gt;3.) Fish till i drop&lt;br /&gt;4.) Buy a &lt;a href="http://www.plat.co.jp/english/bass/daiwa/freams.htm#j"&gt;Daiwa Freams J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Catch my first Stingray&lt;br /&gt;6.) Catch my first fish above 3kg&lt;br /&gt;7.) Get promotion to &lt;a href="http://uboat.net/men/ranks/kptlt.htm"&gt;Kapitänleutnant&lt;/a&gt; or lieutanant-commander in Slient-Hunter&lt;br /&gt;8.) Go boat fishing&lt;br /&gt;9.) Buy a meal for my mother on 4th March cause its her bday&lt;br /&gt;10.) Go ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;11.) Go fly kite&lt;br /&gt;12.) Buy 3 Tasmanian Devil Lures for my cousin cause he kept giving me things&lt;br /&gt;13.) Fish at Changi every sunday to monday&lt;br /&gt;14) Setup SP Anglers club&lt;br /&gt;15.) Upgrade my computer&lt;br /&gt;16.) Study my A-maths cause i forgot all and next term is my Engineering Maths Module&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat Beach Boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-114123452743193236?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114123452743193236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=114123452743193236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114123452743193236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/114123452743193236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/start-of-holidays.html' title='Start of holidays....'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113984361801204571</id><published>2006-02-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:13:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entry for last week</title><content type='html'>lots of happenings for last week..but i shall list out only a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs: while i was watchin tv(water margin) at around 12am plus, there was a conflict between my bro and my father. then my father wallop my bro...i shall not list out the details...not a good idea i guess. i was the only thing that could stop the beating. here are their personalities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father : hot-tempered, sometimes cant control himself, very loud&lt;br /&gt;bro : rude, inconsiderate, anti-social at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when theres a conflict, a big bang will occur.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;friday : so the day after the conflict was the release of the o levels results. bad luck again for my brother. he got 15 for L1r5..compared to 10 points during his prelim. perhaps that could explain for why he kept refuse to answer the phone and sms. then he came back at around 10pm plus. and then kept quiet for the rest of the day. till now, he still haven reply to any questions i asked him. well i can say 90% of the time he just ignore me...wad to do???  so my moral of the story is : its best to depend on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye...i got a very busy week waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113984361801204571?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113984361801204571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113984361801204571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113984361801204571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113984361801204571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/entry-for-last-week.html' title='entry for last week'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113915504181823410</id><published>2006-02-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:57:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i have $1,000,000</title><content type='html'>well, today i while i was walking to serangoon gardens macdonalds, i starting having some unrealistic dreams of myself winning 1 million dollars from the $10 million Toto on 18th Feb. these are the things that i will most probably do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pay up my parent's housing loan&lt;br /&gt;-learn driving&lt;br /&gt;-buy myself a small car to drive to school everyday and park it beside the lecturer's car&lt;br /&gt;-donate $50,000 to charity ( those damn small organisations)&lt;br /&gt;-setup a business...(online tackle shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all these, i would probably have about $800,000 left.  all of them will be deposited inside Swiss Bank. maybe i will take $20 out and change it to 10 cents coins and throw it at people i dun like...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, study with aaron until about 4.30pm then went to ntuc to buy something cos i feel like spending some money. then aaron went to buy 4D. He told me that the aunty scanned every part of his face to figure out if he was already 18. then he said, "AUNTY WO YI JING SHI BA SHUAI LIAO." aunty kena fake and sold him the ticket. 3187 was the number he bought. then when i helped him check the number, 3182 was the number that came out. hahaha not bad...at least you see that luck was near him. maybe he might strike the 10 million dollars toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113915504181823410?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113915504181823410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113915504181823410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113915504181823410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113915504181823410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-have-1000000.html' title='If i have $1,000,000'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113906205784118950</id><published>2006-02-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:07:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week after chinese new year</title><content type='html'>oops...long time no see ! haven been updating my blog. Anyway here we are, 1 week after chinese new year. hmm..basically its the same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, woke up at around 9am, wash up and went to my Ah Gong house to collect Ang Pao. then played black jack with my cousins. then my cousin's dog, which is also called Yang Yang pissed on me while i was playing blackjack. WAHHH...out of so many people that dog pee on me. then another dog called LeLe was running around like some crazy dog. according to my cousin's mom, that dog was very excited cause it was being brought to a new place. that dog must be crazy ! brought him here for 1 hr plus, it ran around for 1 hr plus. then we went around the relatives house...blah blah blah...every year the same old people. then at night went to my Ah Por house. left that place at around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2, went to my cousin's (shao jie shao wei) house at around 2.30pm . took a look at the fishing reel which i am going to borrow from him this coming march for my boat fishing trip. looks quite cool..Penn Gs545. Gonna get a Penn power Stick to match it for my bottom fishing. then went gambling again and lost bout 7 bucks. At night, went to my grandaunt house in yishun. always remember her as the very emotional woman who could cry one minute and laugh another minute at another relative's funeral. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3, went to another cousin's house at bishan at about 4.30pm. gamble all the way till dinner. went to some coffeeshop near j8 for the usual stuff...Yu Sheng..wad do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring rite? Every year do this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday went to school. as usual, the boring Mechanics lesson from Mr Tin Aung Win. Sometimes really pity him...tried hard to make his lesson interesting but yet no one is listening. but in the end its those people who didnt listen who lose out...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then after that, went to electrics lab. tried to ask him some questions which i dun know but he refused to answer them. then say this..."this is lab class..i cant answer your tutorial questions"...when asked him why, he jus say " can you eat and shit at the same time when in the toilet?" ...wtf...but i was surprised that he did not SUAN me during this lesson. perhaps he's tired of it already.  then went business library to study while waiting for my Bahasa Class. Found out that i had only 2 more lessons to go to complete the course. AWW..how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs : went for the DIY PC classs in the morning to strip and assemble PC. hahaha...got 1 guy cut his hand cause he was dumb not to listen to instructions. after we stripped the pc(aaron stripped most of the parts) , saw some people still struggling with it. then i took down all the readings and started assembling it back at moderate speed. after we finished, went to the front and tested the PC and it works !!! hahahahaha...remembered the mr rodney dorville said that only very few percentage would work after being stripped and assembled. looked around and again saw some people still fiddling with it. only 20 mins left !! hahaha...too bad if they cant assemble...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then went for SA&amp;P to do programming on Excel. forgot almost everything about it. then was supposed to study in school but CCK never come so my plan was foiled by my mood and i went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday : went for the firefighting class at the workshop . was showed how to use the extinguisher and stuff  and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat (today) : finished studying the electrics and starting on the Mechanics..darn lagging behind and theres only 15 days before my final paper of this academic year before i promote to year 2. Need to put in more hardwork..bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113906205784118950?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113906205784118950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113906205784118950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113906205784118950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113906205784118950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-week-after-chinese-new-year.html' title='1 week after chinese new year'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113790369107114829</id><published>2006-01-22T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:21:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i din update for a week...nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday we went to eat @ Carls n Junior cause its gavin's b'day. so his present from all of us was a packet of Durex condoms. then we went to his house to drink...finished almost all of wad was left from the party last december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, after poly marina, we went to have out lunch at the Cheese Prata Shop near Pasir Panjang and West Coast road. on the way there, i picked up the "LONG VEHICLE" sign usually found behind those trailers. gave it a wipe and brought that piece of 'art' back home. then while eating, found out that wanling also fish. hahaha..hard to see a girl who is willing to accompany her dad for overnight fishing trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the marketing, our booth seems so quiet compared to the business school. but who the hell care? no people means more time to chat...hahahaha. but managed to psycho some poeple about how good our courses are...GIRLS NEEDED IN SMA !!! this is an open appeal to those girls reading this!!! WE NEED YOU AT SMA !!! (cause engineering students here are deeply deprived of them). then there was this mother who came and asked about Nautical Studies for her son. Guess how old was the son? sec2...so kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did something that seemed an impossible task even to me myself...shall not say it here cause so far only less than 10 people know about it.  and for those who know about it, please keep it a secret. thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113790369107114829?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113790369107114829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113790369107114829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113790369107114829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113790369107114829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113707032860401428</id><published>2006-01-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:52:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much more better</title><content type='html'>After removing the splinter, my eye felt much better today. went to sch at around 12pm (skipped Gems) in slippers...who cares? only cck does..hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113707032860401428?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113707032860401428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113707032860401428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113707032860401428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113707032860401428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/much-more-better.html' title='Much more better'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113698760510431514</id><published>2006-01-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:53:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten Splinter</title><content type='html'>Apperently, that splinter that flew into my eye lodged itself onto the cornea on my eye (the brown part). ok, i shall tell you all the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached The Eye Centre near my house at around 7.30. Went into the doctor's room at around 8pm. The doctor was a bit Lor Sor...quite talkative for an old man around his age. His name was Tun Yee. At first i thought he was a female, judging from his name. But later heard throught some conversation that he was from myanmar. Wow...and he was holding a doctorate from Germany. So anyway, he started asking me questions about how i got that thing stuck in my eye. Later, he got me to sit onto a machine...something that looked like those you see when you visit optical shops but definately more advance. He started checking my right eye and later moved to my left eye. Then he found that small cute little thing which cost me $78 stuck in the cornea. There was a video cam on the machine so he could do some play back to show me where it was. Initially i was very nervous as he took out some mean looking needle, much more thinner than those your mama use to sew your clothes...&lt;br /&gt;Then he started using some super powerful beams and shine right into my eyes. That was super blinding. Holy shit! that caused my right eye to close and due to the strong beams, my right eye is still very tired now. With the needle, he started scraping at that splinter till it came off and then he used a cotton bud to get it out for me to see. it was so bloody small...cant imagine that..holy shit its even smaller than the full spot you see at the end of this sentence. thats how small it is. then the admin helped me put on some captain hook eye patch and some lotion for my eye. So sucky...people kept staring at me when i went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye..my eyes are so tired now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113698760510431514?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113698760510431514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113698760510431514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113698760510431514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113698760510431514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/rotten-splinter.html' title='Rotten Splinter'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113682030876973436</id><published>2006-01-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:27:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of week 2</title><content type='html'>my day started off with some *censored* jamming the whole stretch of bukit timah road. apparently those *censored* at Hwa Chong still need their parents to send them to school when they are already old enough to make babies. this thus caused the road to be jammed from somewhere near the start of bukit timah road alll the way to the place where nj people alight. imagine being stuck in a jam in a stupid double decker bus. what made is worst is that the moron bus captain kept stepping on the accelerator even when the bus is stationary. this made the VVROM VVROM sound like what you hear in racing cars when they step the accelerator before the light turns green. this thus produced alot of unnecessary carbon monoxide and will also cause greater wear and tear inside the engine parts. and because of this, SBs will have to increase the bus fare to fuel this stupid hobby of Daytona Rally Wannabes Bus Drivers (DRWBD). How stupid ! if their feets are so itchy, tell me! i will buy them a screwdriver for them to screw themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the workshop, some splinter flew into my left eye and its still not out yet. washed my eyes more than a dozen times and still cant get it out. hope my eye doesnt grants it permenant residency status there. what made me so happy during the wokshop was that i wont need to face that stupid red cap instructor who spoiled my mood almost all lessons last term. lets hope that he will have to change that cap into a GREEN one cause his wife...ERm with someone else...you know? Shhh...dun tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, the splinter is still not out yet. fine! i shall go and wash again and do my work after that. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113682030876973436?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113682030876973436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113682030876973436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113682030876973436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113682030876973436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-day-of-week-2.html' title='1st day of week 2'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113673419409475417</id><published>2006-01-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:29:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy weekend  :(</title><content type='html'>all it happened was rain rain rain.  well, nothing to do so just stay at home... at the moment, the rain seems to slimmer down. finally..hope i wont need to step on puddles of water tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus now while watching the ren ci hospital charity show, my mom cried cos the venerable ming yi cried while asking for more donations. People shld blame that Durex for all that had happened. Although he helped build XXX through these years, he also caused grave damages to other charities. The donation calls only hit 500,000 calls today. 100,000 short of their target. thats $500,000. Nvm, we shall get Durex to pay for them since he got so much money from his condom manufacturing empire...muhahahahahahahaha  so remember boys, sex spread diesease. gotta put on your raincoat before going deep down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye...nothing interesting for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113673419409475417?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113673419409475417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113673419409475417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113673419409475417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113673419409475417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/rainy-weekend.html' title='A rainy weekend  :('/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113662416889407261</id><published>2006-01-07T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:26:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both good n bad (entry for yesterday)</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was both good and bad. got the results for pssr results and wad the hell! i got just 58 andit accounts for 50% of the overall marks. OMG how am i going to answer to my company?!?! then mr joe told me wad he learn from buddhism...Do not think about yesterday cause its already the past, do not think about tomorrow cause it is not here yet, think only about today ( hope i got it right). Hmm..maybe i shall join the club next year to learn more teachings. After thinking of what he said, my moody feelings begin to subside and i feel that perhaps what done is already done, i should perhaps work harder this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after class, i went to a building near bugis called Bencoolen Shopping Mall or wadever...near the Fu Lu Shou building to get my watch. At first, i already went online to search for the model i want but it seems that i seriously cant make up my mind. So i just walk round and round in the place for about 20minutes to compare the prices and see which shop offers the best price. Then finally a watch caught my eye. WoW it was a Chio Bu as deemed in my eyes. $46..not bad since my budget is $50. Here are the specification &lt;a href="http://www.casio-europe.com/euro/watch/edifice/efa-109d-8avef/"&gt;http://www.casio-europe.com/euro/watch/edifice/efa-109d-8avef/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the colour of my new watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alltime.ru/watch/casio/img/small/EFA-109D-2A.jpg"&gt;http://www.alltime.ru/watch/casio/img/small/EFA-109D-2A.jpg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What i like about this is that it have so many functions in it and it looks so classy yet is made for outdoor. The name sounds nice too...Edifice. Give me some comments pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sim lim to get myself all the price list for my new computer which i am going to DIY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about my Char Siew Fan Stall owner's daughter i saw about a year ago. So i might as well visit that place since i'm nearby. Aww..too bad she's not there. Maybe she's in school and perhaps i should ask for her number when i visit next time...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking into the Xi Men Ding of Singapore (the bugis market with funky thingss), i saw 1 Ang Moh woman apologising and trying to pay for a packet of strawberries she accidentally knock onto the floor. But the stall owner refused to take her money and kept telling her its ok. Wahh..pay for the strawberries..i think most singaporean would run away after if that ever happens to them. as for the young man..maybe i can intro to those young girls with no bf as a young man with such values are hard to find now!!! Muhahaha so who wants a BF leave me a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i took bus 980 home and missed my stop as i kept thinking i was on bus 851. ended up in front of sembawang food court . Stupid boy..try to impress the RJC girl sitting beside you by reading those price list you got from sim lim is it??? Muahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113662416889407261?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113662416889407261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113662416889407261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113662416889407261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113662416889407261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/both-good-n-bad-entry-for-yesterday.html' title='Both good n bad (entry for yesterday)'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113646679226381622</id><published>2006-01-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:13:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double JOY !</title><content type='html'>The start of this week was a terrible one...&lt;br /&gt;firstly i got my programming paper back and got just 66 out of 100...thats damn pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;next i got my mechanics paper back and got 40 out of 50...imagine u study like Shit still get this kinda marks, the feeling is terrible :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today my luck changed :)&lt;br /&gt;first i got back my Marine engineering knowledge paper and Wahoo! got an 93 out of 100!! that was the highest in class 23 n 24..and on top of that, mr cck read out how i answered the question to the whole class. i was like WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i opened my letter box, i got my first cheque from my company. Yay :) sorry...cant disclose the amount...hahaha..later someone rob me..lalala..gotta work harder now..cant disappoint myself, my parents and most importantly my company.. YAYYAYAYAYA LALALALALALA BABABABABABA   bye bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113646679226381622?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113646679226381622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113646679226381622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113646679226381622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113646679226381622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/double-joy.html' title='Double JOY !'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113629375833243972</id><published>2006-01-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:09:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school....same happenings for tuesday's first class, mr. XxX was late. Dunno why always late. As this was the first day of the new year, i told myself i MUST start exercising. So after i got home, i went jogging. Hmm not easy for someoe who haven been exercising since the start of the sec4. So i ran 2.4km and was felling like shit. Then after that i went to do 50 sit-ups, also have the same feeling..haiz..regretted not maintaining my fitness :( . today morning when taking bus to school, i met her on the bus!! arh! so shocked! hope this is a good omen...hehe too tired to carry on bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat beach boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113629375833243972?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113629375833243972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113629375833243972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113629375833243972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113629375833243972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113621490707673713</id><published>2006-01-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:15:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stupid brother</title><content type='html'>due to extreme feedbacks from my fans, i shall write another entry again. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spent lazing @ home. in the morning, went to the restaurant beside Seoul Garden in AMK central to eat the buffet. $6.90 ++ for 1 person to eat Taiwan Porridge...of course with such a price, the food aint that great after all. the only thing that was appealing to me was the pizza flavoured chicken drumstick and of course the chubby and cute looking waiter (whom my father called Pui Kiah).  at the end of my Brunch (breakfast cum lunch) came the bill....hmm not bad $26 and my mom wants to take this as a treat from me...so she gave me the receipt and ask me to pay her back when i got the $$$ ( which probably i wont be doing so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went to popular and was surprised that there were so many people there queueing to pay for things...that is the result of last minute shopping so bear that in mind...if you do not want to wait, do not do things last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, my father was somewhere out there with my mother at AMK blk 160+ (the park across the AMK library...somewhere closeby)  doing some recon of that area cos he is considering of buying a flat there. there was this particular block which he liked alot. the surroundings there were superb and AMK central was nearby...how nice. But i complained to him about alot of things...as the block of flats was located quite far away from bus stops, i told him it is very troublesome to climb up slopes everyday...and what if i'm having a stomachache that day? but anyway that area is not bad...nice place but a bit inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached home, my Dumb dumb brother was out...and he was supposed to go to his old sch Townsville primary to get his  scholarship $500 given out by our very own PaP government. by 3pm+ , he was still not back yet. so my mother called him and he reply in the same rude and heck care manner like he always did and he hung up the phone 3 times i guess. WAD STUPID ATTITUDE IS THIS ?!?!?!  So wad if you got your $500?  With that kind of stupid attitude do you think you can survive in the working world? Wake Up pls if you ever read this OKIE !!!  gor gor say this becos its for your own good !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally he was scared that his $$$ would be gone if he never collect it because its stated inside the letter that all the uncollected money would be going back to the MOE's pocket for ow yong and shaun's favourite ms neo's paycheck, he called back and told my mother that he is coming back by taxi...nvm for the $2.40 basic plus 10cents per KM taxi fare cos $500 is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went for a nap at about 5pm+ after typing out the RWP (which Wei Rong and DA LUN told me they have not done yet at around 9pm+). by the time i woke up, its already 7pm+ so i ate my dinner and watch jurassic park 3 while using the com...the rest of the night--&gt;not interesting so i'm going to stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Beach Boyz 2/1/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113621490707673713?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113621490707673713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113621490707673713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113621490707673713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113621490707673713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-stupid-brother.html' title='My Stupid brother'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20399434.post-113613709310409684</id><published>2006-01-02T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:37:28.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A start for the new year !  :)</title><content type='html'>Well,this is the start of the new year...so i thought about doing something HIP to start my new year and that is Blogging! Hope that this blog will not die out like my previous blogs..hahaha which i had when i was in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;participants : salt,ocs,yunru,me,shaun,jeremy(1 minute past 12 if i'm correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday (31st Dec 2005 n 1st Jan 2006) was spent at Salt's house n my fav Chomp cHomp. Food ordered was Stingray n Kang Kong(Salt n yun ru), bak chor mee(me n shaun) and ocs's satay bee hoon. other food ordered was chicken wings n drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to ntuc to get the usual tib bits. when telling them that i actually drink..they looked stunt then salt asked me why i state that i dun drink..i told her that i will change it to 'i dun drink at home'. then after that...ocs seems to have a sudden addiction for alcohol...went to the wine counter n kept looking if there is anything to buy (cos he jus got his pay from FRIENDS i guess).&lt;br /&gt;After ntuc, we went to the video shop for our cds and ended up picking 3 movies.."my Bf is type B", " Hitchhikers", and the last one i forgot..oops. After that we went to salt's home.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly the house was pitched dark when we got there...and i thought that no one was at home. the table was filled with goodies..i mean 2 cans of pringles n 2 bottles of zapple drinks. seems like ocs was very happy cos there was so much tib-bits. then we started watching the movies...the first show " my bf was type B". then yun ru was kept saying there seems to be no objective in theme of the movie..haha i thought all korean movies are like that??? including My Sassy girl???&lt;br /&gt;then while watch, we were playing the infamous vegetable game...hehe could only remember ocs's boston lobster and my Zhu ba Jie..the rest Aku tak-tahu :( then when closing to count down, someone said..lets play another round cos i dun wanna lose a game at the start of the new year..but that did not happen..hahaha lucky i did not lose the last round..Oops&lt;br /&gt;then we went up to eat the favourite supper of singaporean..prata !!! but i think singaporeans have no choice but to eat this as its the only food avaliable at that time..if they dun wanna go and choke themselves with cup noodles at home or 7-11. ordered the stuffs but they took ages to come..when we tried to lighten their work load by cancelling their order, they say cannot cancel...stupid ppl...i guess we must have spent more time waiting then eating there...maybe they should come up with better technology other then jus using their coconut juice filled skulls to take down orders..sighzz&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we took a stroll n tried to get ming hong down...but too bad cant get him down so we went back. then we went to salt's computer room cos some of us wanna use the internet. after that we went into salt's bedroom where all of us spent the night there..we took out year books n flip through the pages..err to find chio bu..then whenever 1 was found..shaun would say not bad..BUT DAWN IS BETTER! then yun ru pointed out so many ppl that she dun like in the year book and we finally saw ranee's real face..seems quite ok to me but dunno why she kept laughing @ her...???&lt;br /&gt;arhh..then we found all of their primary 6 and primary 1 photos..arhh so cute..maybe i would send my girls there next time..haha...seems that salt's face seems no different from then..but couldnt recognise yun ru's face from the primary1 picture...maybe cos her hair was MUCH longer then..ahahahaha..then saw xt in the photo..haha..anyway all of them look so cute back then. tons of letters were oso dug out n we started reading them..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly all of us were so tired and mattress were moved in and we jus lie on them playing true or dare. and after a while..perhaps at 6am we fell asleep..then salt's mom came in without us knowing and put blackets over us..aweee...how nice....my mom didnt even do that :( the funniest part was that salt n ocs were sleeping on the same mattress and we all thought that they would be interrogated when we go downstair..but lucky her parents din..hahahaha probably becos they did that too many times already...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;then we went down at around 12...cos was gone cos he went malaysia...haha..everything was so neatly packed and guess wad..hahaha salt's dad stood up n 2 stars (which i folded n put inside a fridge piggy bank) fell out...hahaha probably they were playing with my stars!! hahaha then after that we went home..haizzz so tired&lt;br /&gt;i got home n slept form 1pm+ to 7pm+ .....thats how i spent the first day of the year...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20399434-113613709310409684?l=fartfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113613709310409684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20399434&amp;postID=113613709310409684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113613709310409684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20399434/posts/default/113613709310409684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fartfart.blogspot.com/2006/01/start-for-new-year.html' title='A start for the new year !  :)'/><author><name>=^_^= Beach Boyz =^_^=</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://image50.webshots.com/150/4/14/33/462441433depsji_ph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
