<?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-2735858432435719633</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:47:50.240+08:00</updated><category term='games'/><title type='text'>painting an art of life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5758320580142120012</id><published>2008-02-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:19:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epilogue part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures intensive post. be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 9 (sunday 3/2/2008)&lt;br /&gt;saddening day, for the fact that i have to leave 739 bedok for mcnair outlet to promote drinks. the people there are kinda less friendly i should say. in the end went back to 739 bedok at night to help out... and henry was high the whole night after some incident LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5VVowhdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mwhixnvZjwM/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163932592737650130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5VVowhdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mwhixnvZjwM/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5aVowheI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b2XVwrlDrD4/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163932678636996066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5aVowheI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b2XVwrlDrD4/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;who's pissing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyHFowhJI/AAAAAAAAADo/0DRR-RSNQWU/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924651343119506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyHFowhJI/AAAAAAAAADo/0DRR-RSNQWU/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;big iceball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95C9z7pESOs&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happened to iceball...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 10 (monday 4/2/2008)&lt;br /&gt;another day again at mcnair 108. however those people seemed to look more kind. as usual went back to 739 bedok. but this time round i chose to slack though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 11 (tuesday 5/2/2008)&lt;br /&gt;the very last day of my job. met henry and wenjie at western stall for lunch...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyHlowhKI/AAAAAAAAADw/UNH4KV5Qvlc/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924659933054114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyHlowhKI/AAAAAAAAADw/UNH4KV5Qvlc/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wenjie the narcissist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyIFowhLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SrVxrjQueqs/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924668522988722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyIFowhLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SrVxrjQueqs/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;henry testing the thickness of soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyJVowhMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7wsx_piKug4/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924689997825218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyJVowhMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7wsx_piKug4/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;our lunch!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we went to work after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyKVowhNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0E5cKGgKDQY/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163924707177694418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nyKVowhNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0E5cKGgKDQY/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;pepsi max pissing at its full speed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzmVowhOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5y36aGJPX5I/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926287725659362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzmVowhOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5y36aGJPX5I/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;slackers (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzm1owhPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5hO0N0q6h3k/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926296315593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzm1owhPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5hO0N0q6h3k/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"ferrari" - wings are cool!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5dVowhfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/idIGZggMZNA/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163932730176603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5dVowhfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/idIGZggMZNA/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"evo lancer" - lagi smooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5gVowhgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/d_zK4tUxz2k/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163932781716211202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5gVowhgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/d_zK4tUxz2k/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"waiting for our taxi service"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzn1owhQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uhtwZUt1QAc/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926313495463170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzn1owhQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uhtwZUt1QAc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;crowded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzolowhRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S1D_B3HGifM/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926326380365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzolowhRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S1D_B3HGifM/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"lelong yeo's going for 7.30/ct!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzpFowhSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cn-kkkPQcEA/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163926334970299682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nzpFowhSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Cn-kkkPQcEA/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;where the champagne is hidden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n17FowhTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ekj91Boo2_g/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163928843231200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n17FowhTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ekj91Boo2_g/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lambo down the stairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n19FowhUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-HdsYczKy8k/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163928877590938946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n19FowhUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-HdsYczKy8k/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;passing out parade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n2AVowhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SS5HY_Y6bOU/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163928933425513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n2AVowhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SS5HY_Y6bOU/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;back of pass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n2DVowhWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgw8yxBoTbY/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163928984965121378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n2DVowhWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgw8yxBoTbY/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;junkyard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after work moments... we invited caroline (tiger gal who happened to work night shift) for celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4BVowhYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EH2jEU5Hda8/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931149628638594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4BVowhYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EH2jEU5Hda8/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wenjie trying to pop the cork&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4DFowhZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fdwbvTiEezY/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931179693409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4DFowhZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fdwbvTiEezY/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"popped!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4F1owhaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sDpU2DTyFog/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931226938049954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4F1owhaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sDpU2DTyFog/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"cheers"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4IlowhbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hWLW1Wk5uL4/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931274182690226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4IlowhbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hWLW1Wk5uL4/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;remaining stuff before we left&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4LVowhcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uee0bXymWZU/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163931321427330498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n4LVowhcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uee0bXymWZU/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;not to forget the dim sum we had too&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after work, we went to 539 bedok to loiter around to pass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n6iFowhhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vKKJ9PXXYUY/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933911292610066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n6iFowhhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vKKJ9PXXYUY/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"erhem" - who says this looks like a fun-er-al?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n6jVowhiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xa6MgefWo50/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933932767446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n6jVowhiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xa6MgefWo50/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the one who dares to breathe in the lion's breath&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all folks. and this marks the end of my 11 days of the job as a promoter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5758320580142120012?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5758320580142120012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5758320580142120012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5758320580142120012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5758320580142120012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2008/02/epilogue-part-2.html' title='epilogue part 2'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6n5VVowhdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mwhixnvZjwM/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1290411289433759688</id><published>2008-02-06T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:23:43.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epilogue part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;random stuff: sorry my friends for the fact that i couldn't free up time to spare for you guys. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really flies. it's the eve of chinese new year once again and that means that the temporary merchandising job at sheng siong under lam soon that i have been working for the past few months has officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what i can say about my job is that it's some kind of bitter-sweet job. it's bitter in a way that for 2 months (nov - jan) i had to follow a full time merchandiser (auntie) all the way and i wasnt able to make friends. and that auntie whom i had to follow was a total bitch. she was totally unreasonable in a way that she finds it alright to be 2 hours late herself and if i was 5 minutes late, she would screw me upside down. once, she even threatened to sack me for the fact that i did not display everything on the shelf (for goodness sake those sheng siong staff dont allow that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working as a temporary merchandiser also meant that i had the chance to leave early if my job of the day has been accomplished. it is interesting that u get paid approximately $10/hr for an easy day's job. (: yes, that's the sweet part of my job. and i enjoyed wednesdays most since i got the chance to work with yiting and we got the chance to whine to each other about the job (we can't possibly whine our unhappiness to those aunties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the past 10 days, i had been working as a promoter for drinks... at bedok 539 and 739, and also at mcnair. i enjoyed very much the fact that i had made new friends at those places and also being able to interact with those customers. it has been an enriching experience for me indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 (saturday, 26/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;the first day as a promoter for drinho at bedok 539. my mentality then was "how to sell such low-profile drinks?". this seemed to be an uphill task for me, since the price of pokka drinks dipped to $6.50/carton, 10 cents lower than my drinks. was kinda sad when i reached there, because there isnt anything much for me to do. in the end, i helped the staff to send drinks to the nearest kopitiam and the customers to carry the goods they intended to buy (non-drinho drinks eg. yeos) had a good chat with those promoters there until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a message by my boss asking me to go to 739 bedok instead to promote drinks. 739 bedok seemed alien to me, because i wasn't there for at least 3 weeks. but nevertheless, i just carried on with my work, wearing a brave smile on my face in front of the people there. some people may think that i am crazy because i seemed to be working happily, but in actual fact i am just trying to curb my shyness and also to appear confident in promoting my drinks. 400 cartons of them. made friends with wenjie (marigold) and henry (yhs) who are both promoters at 739 bedok. wenjie seemed to be one introvert judging from my first impression of him because he doesnt seem to be one who actively engages in conversations. henry was busily helping his supervisor to pack the goods on that day that i didn't manage to interact with him much. of yes, there's another promoter (pokka) but she is always MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 ( sunday, 27/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;working at 739 bedok again this time. but now there's one new promoter for tiger - caroline. didnt talk to her at all that day but the supervisor of yhs kept discussing with wenjie, henry and me about her age LOL. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3 (monday, 28/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;worked at 739 only after having dinner with wenjie (i have to stick to auntie as usual on weekdays -.-) and on that day, a new pokka promoter was present - rafiq. wenjie mentioned to me that rafiq seemed to be a joke of the day, because he didnt know what to do ans asked the supervisor (ah cang) on what to do. and he refused to deliver goods for customers other than those who bought pokka drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4 (tuesday, 29/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;the first day we (wenjie, henry and i) had dinner together! (: we had dinner at the kopitiam nearest to sheng siong and slacked. work wasnt that demanding that day and we went to 7-11 to have snacks after work before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5 (wednesday, 30/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;second day when the 3 of us had dinner together. work seemed to be more demanding due to the increase in the number of shoppers. and that day was also interesting in a way that henry and i helped to deliver goods for a customer all the way to his doorsteps at a block behind damai sec. that uncle talked to us a lot about social issues and politics which are worth listening and in fact, very true. and he keeps saying that how he wished his son is as hardworking as us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 6 (thursday, 31/1/2008)&lt;br /&gt;well. unfortunately this time round the 3 of us couldnt have dinner together - because of a new female promoter from fruit tree - zann. heard from wenjie that ah cang did stunt this time by flipping a coin and ask them whether they take heads or tails to decide who to have dinner first. and in the end henry had dinner with me while wenjie had to accompany zann for dinner. at that time we were teasing wenjie because he act damn zuai lol. at night, that uncle whom we helped him to deliver his goods visited us again and we chatted a little with him (: and there was also one time when i was caught by blackie (he's a SS staff who looks like inidan but speaks chinese) at the 6th floor slacking and ever since that day, he kept marking me down and told me to send goods to the 6th floor -.- after work the 3 of us invited zann to slack but too bad she wasnt free. and so we went to the pier and ate our snacks before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 7 (friday, 1/2/2008)&lt;br /&gt;a no-life day for me, having been busy at the outlet since 12 noon at bedok 739. weather was extremely bad because rain poured in for almost the whole day. there was a significant dip in the number of customers on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this day proved a very significant one because it was the very first time we had dinner together again - but this time round we hid behind the stocks and facing the main road to have our dinner. ordered takeaways from the western stall and it took half an hour just to prepare our food. (should i say that the vendors put in effort to cook? lol) despite being stared at by the public, we continued to eat outdoors. sadly that was the only time the 3 of us could eat our dinner in this manner. and as usual at night we had some light snacks somewhere nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163917989848843378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nsDVowhHI/AAAAAAAAADY/PCri8DjfLTQ/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ondeh ondeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nsEVowhII/AAAAAAAAADg/cn0oG_tVS1s/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163918007028712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nsEVowhII/AAAAAAAAADg/cn0oG_tVS1s/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lanterns&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day 8 (saturday, 2/2/2008)&lt;br /&gt;went back to 539 bedok and exchanged greetings with those promoters. then went back to 739. well, that day was a record feat for me, having delivered goods simultaneously for 8 times (claps) and it was rather tiring. and there was a couple of times when the 3 of us had to deliver goods together. and that yhs supervisor didnt help and instead went for a haircut -.- having dinner together was another problem this time, and ah cang did something fanciful again - we had to guess what he was holding in his hand to see who shall have dinner later. a key, a coin or a cardboard. wenjie chose key, henry chose cardboard and i chose cardboard. in the end ah cang whipped out the key and wenjie had to have dinner with the yhs supervisor. zzz. and that particular day was a bad day for me because we ended our job at 12 midnight and i had to walk all the way home to amk -.- reached home at 2 plus in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163917946899170386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nsA1owhFI/AAAAAAAAADI/LMFPFfCDwzs/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;station closed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(part 2 to be continued)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1290411289433759688?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1290411289433759688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1290411289433759688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1290411289433759688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1290411289433759688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2008/06/epilogue-part-1.html' title='epilogue part 1'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/R6nsDVowhHI/AAAAAAAAADY/PCri8DjfLTQ/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8544477494978945759</id><published>2008-01-31T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:34:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-||</title><content type='html'>Your enlistment date is on 25-Apr-2008. Your reporting unit is TRAINING LIST BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE SCHOOL 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not police? zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8544477494978945759?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8544477494978945759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8544477494978945759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8544477494978945759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8544477494978945759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_31.html' title='-.-||'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2291953634539690853</id><published>2008-01-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:02:18.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buy my 4D</title><content type='html'>depression. demoralisation. despair. deillusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the kind of 4D that i have bought on my course of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i could have won $2000 with this ticket, it isn't worth it to think of the sacrifices i have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone just buy from me? i just want to sell the ticket off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"too bad this wont come true until days before CNY - unless it's in my dreams"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2291953634539690853?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2291953634539690853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2291953634539690853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2291953634539690853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2291953634539690853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2008/01/buy-my-4d.html' title='buy my 4D'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2890043797643843779</id><published>2008-01-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:34:26.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ㄍㄢㄋㄣㄚ</title><content type='html'>"your enlistment will be between february 2008 and august 2008"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2890043797643843779?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2890043797643843779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2890043797643843779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2890043797643843779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2890043797643843779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='ㄍㄢㄋㄣㄚ'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5795217317442972627</id><published>2007-11-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:39:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minority</title><content type='html'>sometimes, minority is always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many people do the same question isn't a good thing. let's do something that is tricky! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5795217317442972627?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5795217317442972627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5795217317442972627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5795217317442972627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5795217317442972627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5689230121497518430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5689230121497518430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5689230121497518430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5689230121497518430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-few-hours.html' title='last few hours'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2094359771921405004</id><published>2007-10-25T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:42:46.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apple a day kicks the doctor away</title><content type='html'>but will it kick my regrets away too? i wished i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so insensitive towards her? i wished i had done the right thing from start of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have hurt both sides of them :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2094359771921405004?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2094359771921405004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2094359771921405004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2094359771921405004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2094359771921405004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/10/apple-day-kicks-doctor-away.html' title='an apple a day kicks the doctor away'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4480047619938385644</id><published>2007-10-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:37:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>school is equivalent to hell. at least, for the past 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a day that a lot of peeps were sent for "capital punishment" by our chairman. and it seemed as if he was trying to start a "cultural revolution".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he criticised students who were inappropriately attired. he criticised other schools saying that their students are ill disciplined. he made an hour long speech just to give time for his subordinates to "capture the criminals". and it turned out that 100 odd people had to parade in front of the crowd to be shamed by the chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was another day of nightmare. staff were told to go for an urgent conference at 2.15pm and consultations have to be cancelled. it was rumoured to be some predictions of the potential candidates to be retained and to take the a levels in 2008. i have overheard one conversation of one female staff (i decline to disclose her name to protect her privacy) who had actually told one student that as long as he has improved in one subject during a levels, it's good enough and he could try it again next year. well said statement, given the fact that the guy didn't deserve to get promoted last year and yet he still got promoted. serves him right to waste $500 actually. but somehow i find that the staff have misplaced the kindness mask they had put on for the past 2 years in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that the hell gates will be closed for j2s officially from friday onwards. unless they want to visit hell, they need not report to the staff anymore. YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4480047619938385644?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4480047619938385644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4480047619938385644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4480047619938385644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4480047619938385644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/10/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-962512646010138732</id><published>2007-10-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:36:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody</title><content type='html'>time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day, i see sunrise and sunset. and till date i still remembered the number of days i started countdown with. 209.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i stare at the clock, following the circular motion of the second hand. and as the second hand moves one round, 60 seconds have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i shall just get straight to my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam fever is heating up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am still troubled by the fact that i am trying damn hard to compress the notes into my RAM. and it's still processing. and just today my granny fell in the middle of the night just when she was trying to carry one bucket of water. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be mugging. but now, i gotta take care of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-962512646010138732?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/962512646010138732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=962512646010138732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/962512646010138732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/962512646010138732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/10/moody.html' title='moody'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-6700888886321664036</id><published>2007-10-06T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:03:19.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only that i have the chance</title><content type='html'>to rewind time&lt;br /&gt;to cherish things&lt;br /&gt;to learn to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be right here regretting for all the stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. there were 3 brothers who don't exist together.&lt;br /&gt;lose, regret, cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost myself to time. i have lost my childhood years. i lost my chances to lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret. i shouldn't have gone to jj. i regret what i have done during last year's 1st 3 months. and my greatest regret was to waste my sec school years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i didn't cherish my choices in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am hating myself for the fact that i suck in all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6700888886321664036?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6700888886321664036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6700888886321664036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6700888886321664036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6700888886321664036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-that-i-have-chance.html' title='if only that i have the chance'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-375759523708985546</id><published>2007-09-22T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:26:52.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beep beep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: let's rock clarke quay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to clarke quay yesterday night with wc and vic. kenny ps us at dhoby to meet his sheep. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we went clarke quay initially just because we are friends enough to follow wc to meet his parents. but in the end we turned out to be enjoying our own time there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterns! make me recall the childhood days when i played lanterns during mooncake festival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqDEKbOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/IIB1M3di5sw/s1600-h/DSCF2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqDEKbOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/IIB1M3di5sw/s320/DSCF2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828077861976082" border="0" /&gt;lanterns in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqEEKbOEI/AAAAAAAAACA/hepWMUkR4sE/s1600-h/DSCF2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqEEKbOEI/AAAAAAAAACA/hepWMUkR4sE/s320/DSCF2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828095041845314" border="0" /&gt;dangling along the nylon strings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqDkKbOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/Cz8DkMjKjuY/s1600-h/DSCF2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqDkKbOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/Cz8DkMjKjuY/s320/DSCF2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828086451910690" border="0" /&gt;even the boats are decorated too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqD0KbODI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TiugwQbN1JI/s1600-h/DSCF2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqD0KbODI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TiugwQbN1JI/s320/DSCF2182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828090746878002" border="0" /&gt;bridge across the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWEKbOGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z0_0Q_CIu58/s1600-h/DSCF2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWEKbOGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z0_0Q_CIu58/s320/DSCF2213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829503791118434" border="0" /&gt;the big lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWUKbOHI/AAAAAAAAACY/sB8qX0ug6EI/s1600-h/DSCF2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWUKbOHI/AAAAAAAAACY/sB8qX0ug6EI/s320/DSCF2214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829508086085746" border="0" /&gt;fish lanterns (年年有余)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWkKbOII/AAAAAAAAACg/EGm-yAmbW1w/s1600-h/DSCF2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWkKbOII/AAAAAAAAACg/EGm-yAmbW1w/s320/DSCF2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829512381053058" border="0" /&gt;racial harmony?  (i see various dolls wearing different ethnic costumes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRr2EKbOLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SWjk9xe4FRM/s1600-h/DSCF2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRr2EKbOLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SWjk9xe4FRM/s320/DSCF2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112830053546932402" border="0" /&gt;overhead view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrW0KbOJI/AAAAAAAAACo/b5Z5G4IGEc8/s1600-h/DSCF2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrW0KbOJI/AAAAAAAAACo/b5Z5G4IGEc8/s320/DSCF2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829516676020370" border="0" /&gt;i see 2 colourful durians! (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrXEKbOKI/AAAAAAAAACw/yvJn3J-8jTY/s1600-h/DSCF2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrXEKbOKI/AAAAAAAAACw/yvJn3J-8jTY/s320/DSCF2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829520970987682" border="0" /&gt;how nice if formula one cars are decorated with lights eh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after walking around, we decided to climb to the submit of the building of central mall. walked up to 5th storey and continued to climb up the slope in the carpark until we reached the 9th level. and this is what we see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRr2kKbOMI/AAAAAAAAADA/ACBMGjf9vO4/s1600-h/DSCF2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRr2kKbOMI/AAAAAAAAADA/ACBMGjf9vO4/s320/DSCF2241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112830062136867010" border="0" /&gt;day and night, banglas are always working!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;heh. then tried doing stunts on the escalator. we ran up and down of the escalator which runs in the opposite direction, tried to press the lift buttons non stop to create a musical effect. and also not forgetting the static too. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I WANNA PLAY FIRE NEXT WEEK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRrWUKbOHI/AAAAAAAAACY/sB8qX0ug6EI/s1600-h/DSCF2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="f14"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="f14"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="16" href="http://www.baidu.com/s?wd=%C4%EA%C4%EA%D3%D0%D3%E0&amp;amp;lm=0&amp;amp;si=&amp;amp;rn=10&amp;amp;ie=gb2312&amp;amp;ct=0&amp;amp;cl=3&amp;amp;f=12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-375759523708985546?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/375759523708985546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=375759523708985546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/375759523708985546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/375759523708985546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/beep-beep.html' title='beep beep!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RvRqDEKbOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/IIB1M3di5sw/s72-c/DSCF2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8799752720583261106</id><published>2007-09-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:19:47.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugger as a career</title><content type='html'>random stuff: ever thought of how life would be like if mugging is your career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went mugging with sebas and lionel at white sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end we gave up at 5pm just to play daytona at arcade. and as usual, we got tempted to play midnight maximum tune 3. but no $$$ to play (it costs $1 per round and imagine lots of peeps who sit there for one whole hour just to play - how much have they spent?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have some "choc shitty" donuts. well, it's all stated in the receipt if you guys don't believe. it's actually chocolate shippy donuts but somehow i wonder why they call it "shitty". heh. but it's quite nice, and a SHORTER queue than donut factory (it's an hour's time wasted if you went there just to buy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we realised that we still got lots of time left, so we went to walk to the bus stop just before TPE. crapped a lot and looked at the mangrove swamp. wow. it's so amazing that the crabs are trying to do some MUD BALLET! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. and somehow i forgot who started to create about a topic of careers. and i asked them if they have ever thought how life with a career of mugging will be like. AND we came up with these ludicrous suggestions which peeps will think that we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for every syllabus you covered, you earn $10&lt;br /&gt;2. for every test you passed, you earn $1&lt;br /&gt;3. for every test you flunked, you pay $1&lt;br /&gt;4. for every promotion, you earn $5&lt;br /&gt;5. for every retention, you pay $5&lt;br /&gt;6. for asking others to do your homework, you pay $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly we brought up snake and ladders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for being a delinquent in school, go back square one&lt;br /&gt;2. for being caught late, go back 3 steps&lt;br /&gt;3. for fucking/smoking/doing anything absurd in sick bay, go see chairman mao. (my sch peeps should kinda know what is it about. sheesh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of crazy ideas. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and i guessed the fact that our favourite hobby has driven us crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mugging kills. quit mugging at young age! (:&lt;br /&gt;=== QUIT MUGGING CAMPAIGN ===&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8799752720583261106?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8799752720583261106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8799752720583261106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8799752720583261106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8799752720583261106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/mugger-as-career.html' title='mugger as a career'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4329521681092460273</id><published>2007-09-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:20:26.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind back the times.</title><content type='html'>random stuff: even the public knows how notorious my school is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wished. turn time back to feb 2006. i am willing to pay any amount just to edit my choices again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;25S JURONG JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36S MERIDIAN JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. why am i regretting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so disgraced. wearing the brown uniform or the school t-shirt. i feel so embarassed, to think that i am in the same school as some good-for-nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn regretful when i heard a member of the public tell me that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4329521681092460273?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4329521681092460273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4329521681092460273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4329521681092460273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4329521681092460273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/rewind-back-times.html' title='rewind back the times.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-71876637841379084</id><published>2007-09-09T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:37:07.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some old stuff</title><content type='html'>random stuff: i didn't realise that i have been anti-jjc from start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda bored after mugging so i went to read my old blog. found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE from my blog during secondary school days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;b&gt;               &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 255);"&gt;Which JC to go? I think I have decided... NOT JJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST thing: NO DILAPIDATED BUILDINGS.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND: I HATE NERDS&lt;br /&gt;THIRD: NO SUPER CHIN-NA CULTURE&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH: NO THRU TRAIN CHEATERS&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH: NO GAYS / LES (eg single gender -&gt; JC affiliation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you guys may know my choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;come to think about it, i should have been in mj now, if i hadn't known someone in innova.&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't have to suffer 2 years of crap. i should have listened to my mum, and gone to mj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-71876637841379084?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/71876637841379084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=71876637841379084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/71876637841379084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/71876637841379084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-old-stuff.html' title='some old stuff'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-335830953993414106</id><published>2007-09-09T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:31:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>constipation hours</title><content type='html'>random stuff: week-long hiatus of blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an impetus for mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ain't going anywhere. because i keep relying on playing dota and arcade to make me study. and that seriously suck for the fact that i still need to spend money just to play. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recap what i have done. (whole week studying with sebas and lionel except tues and sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1700 mug&lt;br /&gt;1700 - 1900 slack ard ps&lt;br /&gt;1900 - 2100 ratatouille movie&lt;br /&gt;2100 - 2300 wandered around @ kovan&lt;br /&gt;2300 - 0000 dota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;1000 - 1400 mug&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1600 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1600 - 1900 dota&lt;br /&gt;1900 - 2000 dinner and home (sebas exam on tues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 1300 school&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1400 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 2000 mug @ airport (w/ zp)&lt;br /&gt;2000 - 2100 dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;1000 - 1500 mug&lt;br /&gt;1500 - 1600 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1600 - 1900 dota&lt;br /&gt;1900 - 2100 dinner + slack ard ps&lt;br /&gt;2100 - 2300 arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;1100 - 1900 lionel's hse study and slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;1000 - 1300 mug&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1700 dota&lt;br /&gt;1700 - 1900 dinner + slack&lt;br /&gt;1900 - 2100 mug&lt;br /&gt;2100 - 2300 arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;didnt mug. mk 2 tour plus slacking @ jack's place killed my time off. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda guilty for not applying full force and concentration on studies but heck. lol. i only know that i made a pact with sebas and lionel that we gonna compete in prelims and the bottom must treat top a meal for each subject (chem, gp, math)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-335830953993414106?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/335830953993414106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=335830953993414106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/335830953993414106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/335830953993414106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/constipation-hours.html' title='constipation hours'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4428939197427426034</id><published>2007-09-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:48:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna be serious mugging</title><content type='html'>random stuff: FOUR hours of dota, $6 spent, and i find myself guilty for not studying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn. i seemed to be addicted to dota at this period of time. urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIT QUIT QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my quantum phy MCQ ques ain't done yet! mr tan's gonna be disappointed in me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4428939197427426034?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4428939197427426034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4428939197427426034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4428939197427426034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4428939197427426034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/gonna-be-serious-mugging.html' title='gonna be serious mugging'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5816605276998832299</id><published>2007-09-03T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:10:24.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop it.</title><content type='html'>random stuff: will some nothing-to-do-but-busybodies just mind their own business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today was supposed to be a day for me to relieve my stress, but some pjc people just happened to drag me into some matters and made me the scapegoat. imagine yourself trying to recover from your depression when someone sms-ed you just to accuse you of backstabbing him when you didn't do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is, no matter what you call me as a liar or a backstabber or a good actor (or any whatsoever), i have a clear conscience. i believe that i am innocent and being made the scapegoat and i ain't feeling good either. come'on, i am not at fault in any kinds of attacks made to you. if anyone does it again, i don't mind if you just refer it to the police, because i have nothing to hide either. so stop blaming everything on me. and to those pjc girls who have created so much trouble over the past few months: STOP IT. enough is enough, or don't blame me if the tide turns against you this time round. i am not a person to be messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a limit to everything you do, continue to do it and i will not tolerate to refer the matter to the police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5816605276998832299?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5816605276998832299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5816605276998832299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5816605276998832299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5816605276998832299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-it.html' title='stop it.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8681997224758502174</id><published>2007-08-31T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:13:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we learn as we grow.</title><content type='html'>random stuff: it's about how we want to make our lives beautiful, not fate which decides our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really fascinating when you realised how great your life has changed while you are exchanging words with your friends and a good conversation is really ideal. somehow people change for the better whenever they are out of the comfort zone, especially for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just now i went back to andss with my old friends. played soccer in the afternoon though i was wearing slippers and it was damn hot out there and yet i played barefoot. i just wanted to join in for the sake of being with my friends and not because i really wanted to play badly. didn't take the matches seriously because i wasn't wearing proper shoes which could have saved me from suffering from abrasion on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mac after soccer with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;zhikai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;weide&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;dean&lt;/span&gt;. had a good sharing session with them and we tried to do some catching up. yeaps. shared with them about my past experiences in school and the secrets which i haven't told anyone about. somehow it feels better. and i don't seem to be kept in the dark anymore. talked lots of other stuff, eg. musings in sec school, future prospects and also what we learnt so far. quite aplenty of stuff (though mainly was of economics content. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really agree to the fact that choices have brought fate upon us. we chose anderson sec even though we could have gone to other schools. i would not have been close to them if i didn't know dean through sjab. and i would have been rotting perhaps if i didn't choose to be close with weide and maybe i won't be that close with them. that's also a form of choice. somehow all these choices i have mentioned are positive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are also some negative choices that i have made. i realised that i should have persevered. i could have done lots of things had i chosen to do things on my own initiative. i could not have been in jj if i had made the right choice. though there are lots of regrets, however, all these choices have made me grow up into a better person. as what zhikai has said, it is hard to make good friends in jc because of the fact that we are exposed to people of different backgrounds and we have to learn to adapt to that alien culture of the school. everyone seems so fake actually, and only real friends know how they feel. and i learnt lots of stuff when i come to jj, because i compared my school with others and found that there's a lot of differences in terms of culture and emphasis on some aspects such as academics and discipline. and at the same time, i have learnt to appreciate andss more within these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic to find having yourself liking the school only after when you have left. you won't appreciate things until you are being deprived from owning them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8681997224758502174?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8681997224758502174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8681997224758502174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8681997224758502174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8681997224758502174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-learn-as-we-grow.html' title='we learn as we grow.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4094247309814386576</id><published>2007-08-31T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:09:08.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakae</title><content type='html'>random stuff: so full after meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to rivervale plaza with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;kenny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;weichuen &lt;/span&gt;for sakae sushi dinner buffet... a reunion dinner for 113!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGZAwxSfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MeL5XB9mQvE/s1600-h/DSCF1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGZAwxSfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MeL5XB9mQvE/s320/DSCF1504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259416860576242" border="0" /&gt;pathetic amount of noodles. 12 strands ONLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGZwwxSgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z-ZIUEB2YBw/s1600-h/DSCF1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGZwwxSgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Z-ZIUEB2YBw/s320/DSCF1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259429745478146" border="0" /&gt;it's gonna be messy (hey it ain't carl's junior!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGaQwxShI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BLqR2mn5Mfs/s1600-h/DSCF1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGaQwxShI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BLqR2mn5Mfs/s320/DSCF1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259438335412754" border="0" /&gt;mochi peach!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGawwxSiI/AAAAAAAAABA/gt8zaB0ZiSs/s1600-h/DSCF1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGawwxSiI/AAAAAAAAABA/gt8zaB0ZiSs/s320/DSCF1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259446925347362" border="0" /&gt;can you resist it? (btw vic ate until his mouth was full of white foam. hahah)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGbQwxSjI/AAAAAAAAABI/w7GW8tY-Czo/s1600-h/DSCF1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGbQwxSjI/AAAAAAAAABI/w7GW8tY-Czo/s320/DSCF1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259455515281970" border="0" /&gt;which is my stack?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmH_QwxSkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5irZzx49Jgc/s1600-h/DSCF1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmH_QwxSkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5irZzx49Jgc/s320/DSCF1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105261173502200386" border="0" /&gt;so this is what we have eaten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmIAAwxSlI/AAAAAAAAABY/At3iLpPHjVQ/s1600-h/DSCF1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmIAAwxSlI/AAAAAAAAABY/At3iLpPHjVQ/s320/DSCF1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105261186387102290" border="0" /&gt;wei chuen trying to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmIAgwxSmI/AAAAAAAAABg/IwqFbF3sPrA/s1600-h/DSCF1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmIAgwxSmI/AAAAAAAAABg/IwqFbF3sPrA/s320/DSCF1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105261194977036898" border="0" /&gt;group 113 photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an exclusive glimpse of weichuen's spastic act. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fx-B2iHXIOQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fx-B2iHXIOQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4094247309814386576?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4094247309814386576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4094247309814386576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4094247309814386576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4094247309814386576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/sakae.html' title='sakae'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RtmGZAwxSfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MeL5XB9mQvE/s72-c/DSCF1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4116731119750205644</id><published>2007-08-27T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:36:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"first" day of school</title><content type='html'>random stuff: WHY NO STUDY BREAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. this is crap.&lt;br /&gt;why no study break? i rather do self study as compared to attending school. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's nothing great. not much of speciality. but what i can say is i am glad to be released early today! though my class had scoldings for GP because our test results can compare with the test results which we first received when we stepped into jj. that's utterly crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂世界&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么多苦那么多累&lt;br /&gt;那么多莫名的泪水&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂的世界&lt;br /&gt;如果是你发现了我&lt;br /&gt;也别将我挽回...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4116731119750205644?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4116731119750205644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4116731119750205644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4116731119750205644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4116731119750205644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='&quot;first&quot; day of school'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-773537787649821069</id><published>2007-08-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:21:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: yay SCHOOL tomorrow. GIVE ME A WARM WELCOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I´d move on and I’d leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;But before I walk out there is something that I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;And I could never get back, no I never got back …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not there when I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;That you were everything right&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn’t you who need to change&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go it alone&lt;br /&gt;But I will never give up, no I’ll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;There must be something more&lt;br /&gt;For all these words I sing&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said “I’m ok”, but I know how to lie&lt;br /&gt;You were all that I had&lt;br /&gt;You were delicate and hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I could never get back, no I never got back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not there when I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;I hit the bottom so fast&lt;br /&gt;That my head was spinning ‘round for days&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go it alone&lt;br /&gt;But I will never give up…&lt;br /&gt;No I’ll never give up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;There must be something more&lt;br /&gt;For all these words I sing&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up….. on this&lt;br /&gt;Never give up…. Up on this&lt;br /&gt;Never give up…. On this&lt;br /&gt;Never give uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said “I’m ok” but I know how to lie&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up, no I’ll never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;There must be something more&lt;br /&gt;For all these words I sing&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m never gonna give up, give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m never gonna give up, give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said that I’d fight for the one that I found&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay here while I wait for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fight, you’re a part of me now&lt;br /&gt;And I WILL &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NEVER GIVE UP&lt;/span&gt;, NO I’ll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER GIVE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-773537787649821069?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/773537787649821069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=773537787649821069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/773537787649821069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/773537787649821069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-stuff-yay-school-tomorrow.html' title='school tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2565812590920703366</id><published>2007-08-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:40:46.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: one fast week just went past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am back. after a week's mc for my sore eyes. it's getting better thankfully (: and it's also a BORING week, having being stuck within amk central for SIX days. it kills seriously. i miss school. i miss my friends. i miss her, especially when the last post i made was all about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess i shouldn't mention how i suffered such a major blow. and THANKS ZP FOR REMINDING THAT I AM CURSED -.- nonsense, that was just some coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. never mind about that. i finally got my FREEDOM TODAY! went mugging with lionel at rivervale plaza's KFC initially until we got chased because of a birthday party to be held there. forced to go WHITE SANDS (because punggol doesnt have much stuff, let alone MACS!). walked around in the end, never studied much there. but something interesting came across when we visited the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, while i was doing my business, the cleric manager was arguing with the worker about HOW MUCH IT COSTS when there's someone smoking in the cubicle and litter his ciggy into the bowl. best still... the manager talked to her in ENGLISH when she cant even understand! amusing? back to the toilet business. guess what's the opportunity cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... answer is below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1f/SGcurrency.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(points to the red one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder. why SO EXPENSIVE? was he exaggerating? $10 for every occasion when someone smokes inside the cubicle? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more this problem occurs for 3rd, 4th and 5th toilets especially according to the manager. and as i was about to leave the toilet, i overheard another cleaner shouting for help because one toilet bowl BROKE APART in the ladies. OMGWTFBBQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless. lets applause!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2565812590920703366?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2565812590920703366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2565812590920703366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2565812590920703366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2565812590920703366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-for-updates.html' title='back for updates!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-6988514808675500969</id><published>2007-08-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:18:05.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a nice gal (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i wanna know her!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sweetest girl I ever met&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful eyes like a rising sunset&lt;br /&gt;A face as stunning as an angels glow&lt;br /&gt;Her elegant heart as pure as her soul&lt;br /&gt;A smile that could cheer up a sad man&lt;br /&gt;Gentle hands there to help you stand&lt;br /&gt;Angelic feathers fall whenever she goes&lt;br /&gt;She’s a holy angel that has sweet lips&lt;br /&gt;Long hair shining like the moon light&lt;br /&gt;Her voice displays rhythm and might&lt;br /&gt;A body that has committed no crimes&lt;br /&gt;Reminisces of the sad and happy times&lt;br /&gt;Never lets the world around get her down&lt;br /&gt;She never lets her a smile turn into a frown&lt;br /&gt;She might not be the greatest girl out there yet&lt;br /&gt;But she still remains the sweetest girl I ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inner beauty + outer beauty = FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;she did something that i couldn't imagine. upon seeing an old lady walking in the rain and carrying some stuff, she ran and helped her, no matter how heavy the rain was. i was impressed simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just my type of gal. she's like an angel. it's not infatuation now. i am really interested in her. omg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6988514808675500969?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6988514808675500969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6988514808675500969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6988514808675500969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6988514808675500969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/shes-nice-gal.html' title='she&apos;s a nice gal (:'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-305944475262865261</id><published>2007-08-16T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:58:50.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: simply too tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at around 10.30pm last night, too tired to be online that i just slept in front of the laptop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat with kenny and vic @ bedok. chee kway's nice! and we finished all the food within 5 mins, inclusive of the chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/17/2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/17/300x300/2/DSCF1333.JPG?et=170HxtOaMFLImgZ15+,TBQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheekway&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/17/3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/17/300x300/3/DSCF1336.JPG?et=45HQ,YNCxdJxFr+WElbRvg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; chicken rice, where is my chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/17/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/17/300x300/4/DSCF1337.JPG?et=WbtzIlNw,hbsMDiBDaAZVA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/17/8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/17/300x300/8/DSCF1341.JPG?et=rwAUInDEULA1gA+AfN97pw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all gone!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after dinner. yawns. side note: MAN U DRAW AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/17/8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-305944475262865261?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/305944475262865261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=305944475262865261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/305944475262865261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/305944475262865261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-stuff-simply-too-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5145982389318441945</id><published>2007-08-15T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:07:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ijb4YB3uUr4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-video.html' title='national day video'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7520110972133416101</id><published>2007-08-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:12:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: school is full of masked people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I see&lt;br /&gt;you have another face for everyone&lt;br /&gt;your true nature is hidden behind a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life is a performance&lt;br /&gt;without honesty,&lt;br /&gt;without any real emotion...&lt;br /&gt;Lies, betrayals, twisted stories&lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays their parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate whispers.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things were said behind my back,&lt;br /&gt;too many disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;too many fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words are empty.&lt;br /&gt;You're able to shift into another person&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen so deep into your fake world&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to see what's behind a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, life in college is too short to find true friends. everyone's putting on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's class photo shall show 22 peeps in mask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7520110972133416101?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/7520110972133416101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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getting superstitious this month. the opening of the hell gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise that today's the 1st day of the 7th month on the lunar calendar until kenny told me just now! no wonder so many peeps are burning joss papers and praying to god. it's the opening of hell gates, also known as hungry ghost festival. and i found that today's rather unusual somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i was on my way to school on svc 852, the bus driver wasn't paying much attention when driving and the bus NEARLY turned into the expressway towards jurong. woah. if it really did i guessed those hci/nj/nygh peeps will confront him (40% of the passengers on board are students). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;while taking 157 to school, i saw one DD in front (sv 174) trying to crawl off from the 1st lane to the 3rd lane so as to turn into jurong road. however, the bus seemed to be stalled while turning and it took the driver 10 seconds just to restart the engine. these 10 seconds caused obstruction of bt batok road because the bus occupied the 3 lanes -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;somehow or rather, i have spent $12 in total for today =\ didn't know why, except that i spent $5 on katong laksa today when eating with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kenny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RsBux1G1xTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EZMk9R3_2sI/s1600-h/SANY2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RsBux1G1xTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EZMk9R3_2sI/s320/SANY2473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098196580531815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vic's&lt;/span&gt; acting strange today. he refused to pick up the 10 plus calls that i gave him. and some mysterious gal called me to play a prank on me and i gave a double shot back when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt; helped me to scare her off. heh. hope she got terrified! she deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;word of caution: don't anyhow take photos of night scenes at night! and go home early! hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8340331333090297483?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8340331333090297483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8340331333090297483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8340331333090297483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8340331333090297483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/7th-month.html' title='7th month.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_94n_NZDO1vY/RsBux1G1xTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EZMk9R3_2sI/s72-c/SANY2473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2458796040454458284</id><published>2007-08-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:56:23.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>离开地球表面 Jump！</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/all/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a set="yes" linkindex="54" href="http://img9.9sky.com/picture/cpfm%5C_V2%5C3%5C39973%5C39973_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 138px; height: 150px;" src="http://img9.9sky.com/picture/cpfm%5C_V2%5C3%5C39973%5C39973_a.jpg" name="imagPlay" id="imagPlay" onload="imageSize(this, 500,500)" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="54" href="http://img9.9sky.com/picture/cpfm%5C_V2%5C3%5C39973%5C39973_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 139px; height: 151px;" src="http://img9.9sky.com/picture/cpfm%5C_V2%5C3%5C39973%5C39973_b.jpg" name="imagPlay" id="imagPlay" onload="imageSize(this, 500,500)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title: 离开地球表面 Jump！&lt;br /&gt;Artist: 五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know about this album only yesterday. lol. it seems like mayday's trying to release only a few new songs every year and other songs are either recorded during live concerts or remixed. but somehow there's something special in this album in a way that there's one techno version of their songs. (normally they don't include techno remixes in their songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a fresh feeling for me to listen to chinese songs again! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2458796040454458284?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2458796040454458284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2458796040454458284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2458796040454458284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2458796040454458284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/jump.html' title='离开地球表面 Jump！'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-356295532222274086</id><published>2007-08-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:27:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninety-nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: just realised our days are numbered. significantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's rather a 'hectic' day for me, since i went out early in the morning... and just got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out at 7.45am in the morning to meet up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; at bpp mac to transfer some music files. took me about 40 mins just to transfer 20 files. yawns. in the meantime i saw a full fleet of hinos roaming about on 184. whoa what a sight. no bendies. no mercs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed down to city hall on 700 from the int at 9.30am. supposedly meeting&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sebas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel &lt;/span&gt;at 10am @ city hall but turned out that everyone was late! heh. studied at the same spot till 1.30 and went to have our lunch at kopitiam. chatted a lot until i reminded sebas that he's gotta meet up with his gf at 2.30 supposedly. and he dared to tell me he almost forgot! he called his gf immediately and realised that she also forgot too! what a compatible couple eh? so they decided to meet at 4 plus and in the meantime we just roamed about in town and tried to recall all the concepts that we have revised just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon we walked into SMU and came across a gallery showcasting artworks from NYGH. not bad i dare say. even showed some photos of punggol. (OH YA NOW I RECALL THE HAUNTED HOUSE IS CALLED MATILDA HOUSE!) walked to the cathay later and walked through every corner of the building before 'invading' PS and we played 4 rounds of 'spot the difference' game in the arcade. heh. it seems as if we ain't worried about the fact that we are graduating from school after 99 days! sebas left after playing to find his gf; lionel went home and i stayed around and roamed everywhere because i didn't feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored after roaming about, so i went to granny's house to watch tv before coming home. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i find my posts are rather mundane. guessed i just need a camera to cure my itch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-356295532222274086?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/356295532222274086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=356295532222274086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/356295532222274086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/356295532222274086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/ninety-nine.html' title='ninety-nine'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1315978810657947182</id><published>2007-08-11T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:41:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to west coast (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: use IE and try to figure out why i encourage you guys to use firefox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool day today with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; jsian&lt;/span&gt;. it has been a long time since i last met up with him at hougang in may i think. (though we keep on crapping on msn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him at my house area in the morning and took 165 down to clementi. walked to west coast to play pool as usual (and it seems like i keep playing with different peeps all the time!). and along the way we chatted all sorts of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for pool! and initially jsian took the billard cues to play. whoa luckily i found it out and immediately changed them. i hated those cues somehow or rather, because of the incident at hougang. urgh. played 10 rounds. let me recall... out of 10 rounds i have won&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; 6&lt;/span&gt; while jsian won &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. shouldnt have lost 2 games because of the fact that i did a mistake by hitting the black ball in while trying to attempt jump shots. heh. and we tried beating each other by more than 5 balls. lol. in the end i think we only won each other by 5 balls for 2 rounds perhaps. not bad considering the fact that we took about 10 mins on average to complete the games.&lt;br /&gt;and it's rather fascinating to think that there's a curse on all solid balls that we played today because they can't seem to enter the holes smoothly. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to botak jones after pool to have our lunch (my 2nd time there for this week). introduced jsian to the fish and chips and we only waited for like 10 mins before we were served (it takes 20 mins on average at clementi and ONE HOUR at amk!) and it seems that today's the first time in countless days that i couldnt finish my meal! same for jsian. guessed today's serving was so filling; the fries were a plenty and it was as if there were free flow of fries available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, jsian headed to parkway to play pool AGAIN (he seems like a pool-addict eh?) while i headed towards queenstown to study! studied math today again and yay! i have finished 2004 A level exam questions! (: what a sense of achievement eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to mug again tmr! oh no do i sound like a mugging addict now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1315978810657947182?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1315978810657947182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1315978810657947182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1315978810657947182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1315978810657947182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-west-coast_11.html' title='back to west coast (:'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1305830035841044075</id><published>2007-08-11T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:55:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: drown me in the sea of school work. drown me. come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. damn guilty for not studying yesterday at all. surprisingly this feeling of guilt didn't come across me until yesterday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zh&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at orchard at 3.30pm. walked down all the way to cine and chatted along. bought rush hour 3 movie tix before having lunch at ljs (btw it was already damn late for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to apple showroom and walked around. messed around with the imac in the showroom and tried to translate various sentences (which were so "accurate"). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cris&lt;/span&gt; arrived and the moment she stepped into the showroom, she played one of the games in the imac. it's some kind of problem solving game by moving the marble around. she played for 11 levels for beginner and 1 level for intermediate. gave up the 2nd level due to the shortage of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yh&lt;/span&gt; and went to cinema hall 4. show started at about 5.45pm and we reached there just in time. the movie was kinda funny, especially when tucker told jackie that they are brothers and jackie replied him "if i were your bro, doesn't that make me a half-black?". lol. anyway shall not mention the story plot here. just go watch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner and headed home. and as usual, dad kept the modem adaptor away because i came home late -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1305830035841044075?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1305830035841044075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1305830035841044075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1305830035841044075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1305830035841044075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-of-it.html' title='sick of it.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-97389323057558151</id><published>2007-08-10T06:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:56:44.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>productive day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i studied math for the whole morning and afternoon. unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt; in the morning ytd at bugis and went to the coffee bean @ plaza by the park to study for math. i was so distracted that i did their paper more instead of doing my own work more! lol. studied till 3 plus and we went to sunshine plaza to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had wanton mee for lunch. not bad, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt; doesnt eat fried wanton and he gave us. heh. and we chatted a lot along the way to bugis junction about lots of stuff. yeaps. left at 5 when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas' gf &lt;/span&gt;arrived to meet him. lionel and i were walking behind him to have a glance of his gf. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vic&lt;/span&gt; at raffles hotel before going on to hbf food centre to meet up with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;drc&lt;/span&gt;. had a ride on a chery QQ with drc's driving skills. apparently the way it accelerates sounds like a mk III, and the aircon was still not bad afterall, except that it was a bit packed due to the fact that it's only an 800 cc car. marina way area was extremely crowded when we went there, so we parked the car at marina south pier and walked all the way to marina way to watch fireworks. the fireworks show lasted 4 mins plus, but too bad i didn't have a camera with me =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fireworks, went back to marina south pier, but this time our luck got better. we took 402 all the way down and saw lots of cars jamming up on the opposite side of the road (towards city). vic remained on the bus to get back to shenton way while we made our way down to jln kayu on the chery QQ. ate pratas and went home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna meet for study with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because sebas had extra lessons. still thinking of what to do before 3.30pm =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-97389323057558151?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/97389323057558151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=97389323057558151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/97389323057558151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/97389323057558151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/productive-day_10.html' title='productive day'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2327920440306342447</id><published>2007-08-09T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:03:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nights out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; random stuff: sorry for introducing some lousy places to you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;somehow the school expected not many peeps to turn up yesterday. heh. J2s were asked to go to LT5 for concert and it had a capacity of 600, out of which 100 are reserved for the staff. so i guessed the school only expected 500 J2s at most to come to school. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the concert was somewhat nice. actually it's only a few videos. the bikila video featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;john&lt;/span&gt; was so funny, macham like clown. lol. but quite nice la. had leaders' meeting after that because the chers wanted us to tell the superstar tickets. omg. i doubt i can even sell one la. most of my friends live in the east, and they wont give a damn about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;took kacang puteh, kueh lapis, powered candy and keropok along with me when going out of school to take a bus back to andss. was rather fucked up when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; refused to tell me where he was, so i just screamed at him and hung up the call. went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel's&lt;/span&gt; house to have lunch and slack. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;szehan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt; came down, and we played cards until 5.30. and since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seehao&lt;/span&gt; says he's gonna be late, we slacked and talked about our school life. didnt know that "esther" was so "caring" that she went around to give her speech to every class during cirriculum time. she even asked each student what course they wanted and showed them the grades required to enter. and asked them what their current grades are (it's sort of giving a "wake up your idea" call in a negative manner) and the most funny part is... she emphasised that EVEN TPJC students came to MJ just to buy the notes when mj students themselves cant be bothered to. LOL. but no point right? best part is... since MOE asked her not to expel so many peeps, then instead of expelling students, she SUSPENDS students just because they had poor results. omg. sebas was getting lousy results and he told his mum to be prepared. woah seems like everyone in the J2 cohort there got freaked out. and "esther" even told them that 5 hours of sleep is enough if you want to achieve good results. WTF? this routine of life is tantamount to a life of a living dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can die man seriously. but it seemed that it's the way how mj produces results. how i wished chairman k can be a clairvoyant person and focus more on academics instead of character development. seriously, why the heck would you want to spend so much time purely on character development when we are going to stay there for only like 2 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then went to play pool at hougang plaza with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seehao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. urgh sucks. 8 feet pool really stinks, no mood to play either. so i just rammed the balls around and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:6;"  &gt;EVEN THE BALL WAS CHIPPED OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. fuck. never will i ever go hougang again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I SHALL GO BACK TO WEST COAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then had dinner at ajisen with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sebas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seehao&lt;/span&gt; went home. had volcano ramen. was stated as damn spicy but it seemed that it's a no kick to me. food is nice though. (no photos because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zh&lt;/span&gt; took back his cam for the time being). chatted a lot and then went off. i went to meet up with nelson and talked lots of cock at amk hub, from his navy and mj life to my jj life and andss peeps. heh. talked until 11pm and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cant blog until today because my dad took away the adaptor for the modem -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2327920440306342447?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2327920440306342447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2327920440306342447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2327920440306342447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2327920440306342447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/nights-out.html' title='nights out'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2050607345836704876</id><published>2007-08-07T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:04:32.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shocked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: expect me to do more of such stuff in future. you forced me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;th birthday to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt;. yupp. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a coincidence that the names of the birthday boys rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wasnt quite pleased with some peeps. yea... don't wish to say out who. i just walked off from them after telling them to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-reflections&lt;/span&gt; of what they had done and they denied doing anything wrong which had made someone quite pissed off. i want to show that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i am not easily pacified&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i aint someone for you to insult.&lt;/span&gt; i aint someone who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insults my own friends together with others&lt;/span&gt;. u dont see me criticising my true friends who have helped me in one way or another right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is. i told them straight to the point that i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ain't following them anywhere&lt;/span&gt; after school. true enough, i just went home, and planning to play pool later to vent my anger and frustration. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get pissed for all you want.&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt; i wont treat u like before anymore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;being used&lt;/span&gt;. i hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;being insulted&lt;/span&gt;. i hate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peeps who insult my true friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;tactless "friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2050607345836704876?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2050607345836704876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2050607345836704876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2050607345836704876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2050607345836704876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/shocked.html' title='shocked.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1771821275208319044</id><published>2007-08-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:46:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: fuck it. kena stalked by a gay gangster wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. wat kind of luck is it. being approached by one gay who keeps on pestering for your number on msn. what a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accept gays in society doesnt mean that i consent myself to be a gay. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be blamed. one bishan park sec quality person. hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway someone asked me this particular question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"will u feel lost when your friends do not treat you as good friends when you have treated them like one? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats for sure. if it were to be me i would hate myself. i hate myself because i have misunderstood the meaning of friendship. i have overestimated my "friends". they are betrayers and i will never forgive what they have done to me. i guessed that guy must have felt the same too, being dumped by his "good friends" alone. and that is seriously absurd the way his "good friends" behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. what are friends for? as long as you don't do something stupid, i will stand for you. though sometimes my actions may be overboard, but my moral and trust should never be in doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1771821275208319044?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1771821275208319044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1771821275208319044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1771821275208319044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1771821275208319044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-kind-of-luck.html' title='what kind of luck'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7875793093644315982</id><published>2007-08-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:47:28.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artistic or erotic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrXU5AoKCm8AAG8rml41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random stuff: mother nature made adam and eve, but things turned out to be more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrXU5AoKCm8AAG8rml41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 280px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RrXU5AoKCm8AAG8rml41/nature06-763468.jpg?et=mSJLbRg9oQHmf0x%2CiBE6VA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrXU5AoKCm8AAG8rml41"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  came across this photograph. looks as if that mother nature can get dirty at times. whahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always interesting to read sigmund freud's theory of psychosexual development. freud advanced a theory of personality development that centered on the effects of the sexual pleasure drive on the individual psyche. at particular points in the developmental process, he claimed, a single body part is particularly sensitive to sexual, erotic stimulation. These erogenous zones are at the mouth, the anus, and the genital region. and during the latency period, children pour this repressed libidal energy into asexual pursuits such as school, athletics, and same-sex friendships. but when puberty strikes, and the genitals once again become a central focus of libidal energy. (now i finally understood why peeps in pri schools are scared of the opposite gender but are very close with them instead after graduating from pri schools. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his id, ego, superego theories sounds crazy but it makes damn lots of sense. say for example... a girl dreamt herself being trapped in between 2 buildings, and she was frightened. this could also be interpreted as being afraid of her own sexual personality, because the 2 buildings can be represented for her thighs and she was frightened of her missing (portion). interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway go search for sigmund freud and his theories. damn interesting and funny, but logical too. i wonder if i can come up with such theories like him. quite fascinated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7875793093644315982?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4339499570197909640</id><published>2007-08-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:48:10.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad pool day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: vic's luck is damn good today. -.-||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. cant stand peeps who win using sheer luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pool with vic at our usual hangout for pool. played 10 rounds, and the result was 4:6. argh. though i win vic usually by more than 2 balls, but it's a bad day for me today still. vic won me 5 rounds with the black ball left on the table. maybe it's pure luck, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i was so noobish today for the fact that i gave chance to him for a free ball -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to airport canteen 2 to have lunch. damn, i missed wild olives. we reached there just after the staff had closed their operations. they are always early to close shop. urgh. had fried kway teow in the end. mmmm.... pork oil flakes was nice! hahah. went home after that, supposedly to find jack they all for shopping and dinner but decided to take a rest at home. on the way, i passed by mj and saw their synthetic field under construction. that was the first time i saw construction of synthetic field in progress. lol. there's quite a huge lump of rubber bits and those soil were being dug out. no more botak field in mj! heh. heard from jx that the field was being sponsored by the MOE. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wasnt fascinated about synthetic field because jj already has it and i hate the fact that students have to indebt it to SOMEONE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5368281959525422723</id><published>2007-08-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:49:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: spick and span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrM30woKCm8AACEmnp81"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 309px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/orig/RrM30woKCm8AACEmnp81/art.PNG?et=BkyvMgwmnmVckKKik9Q2DA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5368281959525422723?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5368281959525422723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5368281959525422723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5368281959525422723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5368281959525422723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-art.html' title='our art'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5905915399577397636</id><published>2007-08-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:49:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone amok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: flying chairs, tables, tissues, and ramming against pillars, doors and windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we were just too stressed, and the bunch of us just went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem test was easy, but it's all about memory work (i suck at it). damn it. really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kris started to become crazy. blew bubbles with his phlegm, licking tissue papers and throwing them around during chem tut. better still... broom fight with sj. rammed zs and me against the wall. and i wanted to taupok on kris and he retaliated. lol. then table and chair fight. damn hiong la. the rest of the class are quite pissed off with us, but we just fuck care. zs then ran off the class and kris chased after him until zs was cornered along the corridor. he was carried and almost thrown off the paraphet. sia la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn crazy stunts too. fell down when we saw elephant standing in front of us along the queue in the morning. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway aft sch went to meet up with zp and joyride all over the place seeking for ELBOs. what a miss... one 187 was just in front of our bus just now. damn. went home via zoo. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;then went out again to meet helmi. wtf he was 1 hour late!!! woah pro. expected actually. talked a lot of stuff and he bought his soccer stuff and went home once again. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5905915399577397636?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5905915399577397636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5905915399577397636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5905915399577397636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5905915399577397636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-amok.html' title='gone amok'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5435891790266229090</id><published>2007-08-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:50:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god saves the day</title><content type='html'>random stuff: a nice thursday, with everything on my stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god's by my side today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school this morning and saw her waiting for 157 at the bus stop. second consecutive day since i last saw her 20 days ago. lol. and she was sitting diagonally across me. woots. how i wished she could have been nearer to me, and i would have the guts to show her something and befriend her by now. argh wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly time. saw dm standing at my class scolding the china scholar for his hair (but his hair aint longer than mine). omg. sneaked in from s13 and joined my class for assembly. had i reached any earlier, i would have been marked by dm. no wonder he was so free to catch people's hair; his class aint taking any exams today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sitting and sleeping away during mr leow's math lecture. first time for me to sleep. damn i guessed i was too tired to keep myself awake. i knew he was staring at me while i was sleeping, but he pretended not to see. *oops* had "ap/gp test" today. there's a reason for me to put inverted commas; test aint really a test. peeps discuss to do and then submit when mr leow isnt around. lol. the test was hard. the 1st question was a killer. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. on the way my scania 157 "broke down". somehow the driver wanted to go home early or something and thus, he asked all passengers to alight before removing all the destos and fly the bus across PIE. not bad, i had my complementary ticket! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's inorganic test, and i aint confident in scoring for that test. hoping to score a pass though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5435891790266229090?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5435891790266229090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5435891790266229090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5435891790266229090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5435891790266229090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-saves-day.html' title='god saves the day'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4209714353391606591</id><published>2007-08-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:50:53.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living in absolute denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: who says peeps from MI, poly, ITE and jc cant be good friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't accept. i was on the verge to forget her... and she popped out suddenly in front of me. standing beside me on the bus some more. and i have no guts to talk to her. i can't believe i have lost much of my self-esteem at that moment. went to sit behind the driver, and slept throughout pretending not to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up when the bus stopped at the bus stop near her school. i looked at her all the way from where she had alighted until i lost sight of her. infatuation seems to be acting on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to meet up with mh after sch today. talked lots of cock and stuff. chatted from his NS life to my life in jc. so much to talk, but due to time constraints, i left lakeside at 2 to meet vic and chris. took 154 and went all the way until paya lebar when kenny told us to change plans. pro kia. met him on the train and we took all the way until dover mrt to catch chris' driver friend's bus. took 106 all the way to suntec and looped back to bukit batok. (oh no i find myself guilty for not studying!) then guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrCXawoKCm8AAGvHCIM1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RrCXawoKCm8AAGvHCIM1/P8010149.JPG?et=MQTe4aTU4OjJvpgJLJFwHw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. this goes to... erm zoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heh. met up with zp and had dinner at blk 156 bb market. as usual. hokkien mee + teh peng. went home soon after. so tired. and guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4209714353391606591?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4209714353391606591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4209714353391606591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4209714353391606591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4209714353391606591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-in-absolute-denial.html' title='living in absolute denial'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5992303040290743197</id><published>2007-07-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:51:40.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seaweed addict</title><content type='html'>random stuff: seaweed's my new love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rq9BlgoKCm8AACb8ZpU1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rq9BlgoKCm8AACb8ZpU1/P7300117.JPG?et=%2Cij0xMf18wbFHVJjiCK5Ig" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have been surviving on seaweed for my mugging period. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had phy test this morning, and a mini quiz on vectors. phy was rather easy, but damn it. i forgot the equation to find λ=ln 2 / half-life. damn. and i was so stuck at vectors. omg. cant even do a complete question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. let me look forward to my school life in jc. it's numbered. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one clock and one signage is reported lost today. hints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5992303040290743197?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5992303040290743197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5992303040290743197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5992303040290743197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5992303040290743197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/seaweed-addict.html' title='seaweed addict'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4104972683230140769</id><published>2007-07-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:52:27.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;random stuff: someone's nick says "how many daes til prelim?i dun care wad yr immaturity sae"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;look? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pot calling kettle black&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i wont reply&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;no fingers to count is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give a damn at all. be careful. you just watch out. don't cry if your psp got stolen or confiscared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy seriously needs some maintainence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 4.5 hours of exams is no joke. it's so taxing. but i like it when i can eat while doing my econs paper. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's phy and maths. study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4104972683230140769?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4104972683230140769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4104972683230140769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4104972683230140769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4104972683230140769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/exam-antics.html' title='exam antics'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-425807358728196235</id><published>2007-07-29T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:53:17.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: time's not in my favour this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is so obnoxious. and it's only the last minute when i finally realised things and regretting what i had done in the past. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see what tests i have got.&lt;br /&gt;monday: GP 1.5 hrs compo, econs 3 hrs full paper&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: phy 1 hour lect test, math vectors quiz&lt;br /&gt;friday: chem 1 hour test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. all subjects being tested this week. and i have spent lots of time doing non-constructive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-425807358728196235?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/425807358728196235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=425807358728196235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/425807358728196235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/425807358728196235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-breathe.html' title='i can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1120308225632332909</id><published>2007-07-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:53:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: day by day, my clothes go missing and this phenomenon still remains a mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn. i only realised that i have TWO sets of uniform left. somehow the third set was missing. AND my underwears have gone missing too. quite a number of calvin klein's and bum's are lost. damn. now i have difficulties finding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect one gay stole my clothes, because he didn't steal other clothes worn by my family except mine. oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOEVER STOLE MY CLOTHES SHALL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1120308225632332909?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1120308225632332909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1120308225632332909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1120308225632332909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1120308225632332909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-you.html' title='damn you'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4506660856434349227</id><published>2007-07-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:54:41.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stares</title><content type='html'>random stuff: school culture sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. staring incidents are so widespread within the school. and i got stared by so many j1s for sleeping in the art room. whats wrong with me sleeping there? not as if it's your business right? and is it wrong to carry my andss culture around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't give a damn. neighbourhood school peeps are just finding things so rare when it's so bloody common in those better schools. so minor stuff and yet everyone's making a hoo-hah about it. i wonder what they see everytime during their sec sch days. blehx. i just feel uncomfortable in school now. stares and more stares. they seriously need some maintainence. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just took my fav. scania home. but too bad, she wasn't on the bus. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks. i am still waiting. should i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4506660856434349227?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4506660856434349227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4506660856434349227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4506660856434349227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4506660856434349227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/stares.html' title='stares'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-6019656008098204645</id><published>2007-07-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:55:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ups and downs and the lessons in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: friendship is worthless. treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/40400701_f97683d514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;take this photo for instance. superficially, it looks empty and not interesting at all. it's just a plant growing out from the rocks. don't look down at this budding plant. it somewhat symbolises friendship. we only have this chance in a lifetime to make friends around us, and as time passes, friendship dies out for many and those plants that still survive means that they are your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know what to do. i don't want to harm either friend, afterall they are still my good friends in jj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6019656008098204645?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6019656008098204645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6019656008098204645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6019656008098204645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6019656008098204645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/ups-and-downs-and-lessons-in-life.html' title='ups and downs and the lessons in life'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/40400701_f97683d514_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5857204349572139970</id><published>2007-07-24T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:56:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>middle man</title><content type='html'>random stuff: it isn't as easy as i have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give a scenario. i got 2 good friends, namely A &amp;amp; B who both like a gal C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was approached by A because C told him that she liked him but dunno how to reject B and tried to play with time. A was so worried. he didn't know what to do. he felt that he had no faith in C though C had told him that she liked him. A doesn't want to affect his friendship with B either because B is a nice guy too. but B started communicating with C quite often for the past few weeks and A felt neglected. A was unhappy because he was almost going to be in a relationship with C until B came to interfere. tell me. what should i do? i dont want to hurt either side as much. all are taking A levels and i just hope this matter doesn't drag so long and affects all 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5857204349572139970?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5857204349572139970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5857204349572139970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5857204349572139970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5857204349572139970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/middle-man.html' title='middle man'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1093606800789459400</id><published>2007-07-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:57:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of chem prac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: reagent bottle, test tube, burette clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiok. chem prac was "fun", but in the wrong way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RqSztQoKCm8AAHZyGHo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RqSztQoKCm8AAHZyGHo1/P7230085.JPG?et=agA%2B4mCaPYX1YIjo6U2FVA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed you all know what i did. lol. it's so thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had math lect test on poisson and binomial distribution today. was quite a breeze, except for the fact that i keyed in the wrong values in my GC which ended up deriving the wrong answer. damn it. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lect was simply a quick revision on j1 topics, and i ended up messing my GC with kris. heh. tried drawing a pikachu but it's just too hard. maybe i should do it during my free time instead. hah. GP was damn fun, in a way that mr chng gave us lots of speed tests. woah. nice one man. so challenging yet i just fall in love with it. nice. had econs lect again and apparently i made some absurd excuses by telling cher that i was using GC to calculate externality. LOL. heck care, all thanks to markiee who created this trouble. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway with helmi to bought with soccer boots and zh tagged us until the bus stop outside queensway where he had to take 64 home. crapped a lot along the way and said lots of crazy stuff. walked around with helmi in queensway shopping ctr and found the shoe he liked... $80. seems like helmi doesnt know that there's no longer bargains in queensway because he tried to request for a discount. he bought it in the end after much consideration and we decided to head to ikea BK to meet up with cris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven was not on our side. rain started to pour heavily. oh damn. nevertheless we still went to ikea in the rain. heck. sat at ikea and helped helmi to settle his math stuff while waiting for cris. finally after 20 mins cris arrived, and she said she walked one bus stop because she alighted one stop early. sat down and talked a lot of stuff. ordered a big fish meal for myself and i pasted the "caution" sticker on helmi's shirt. woots. ate finish, and helmi borrowed the phone to take photos of himself. what a narcissist he is! omg. cris left when her mum arrived in a car to fetch her home while helmi and i walked to the bus stop to take bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. time to do homework, especially to that narcissist who dumped me lots of math work to do. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1093606800789459400?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1093606800789459400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1093606800789459400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1093606800789459400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1093606800789459400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-day-of-chem-prac.html' title='last day of chem prac.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8649812291566085964</id><published>2007-07-22T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:57:53.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deathly hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: it's just boring stuff, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hagrid, Malfoy, Neville survive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ron marries Hermione&lt;br /&gt;Harry marries Ginny&lt;br /&gt;Their children attend Hogwarts together"&lt;/p&gt;quite expected. and the ending is so easily predictable. blehx. what a lousy plot at the end. and rather abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway someone had leaked a photo of me on STOMP and my dad was so pissed about it. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8649812291566085964?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8649812291566085964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8649812291566085964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8649812291566085964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8649812291566085964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/deathly-hallows.html' title='deathly hallows'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1113059145969187567</id><published>2007-07-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:58:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>durians for breakfast =\</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: grilled fish @ SIM canteen is... NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my breakfast at granny's place. and i had durians. is that wierd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to np to study with jo in the afternoon. ate lunch at SIM canteen. omg the food was so damn nice! the fish... ummm so soft but yet so tasty that i can feel the strong aromatic taste in my mouth. woah. just that the fries wasnt as much =\ jo ate chicken rice and ended up leaving half a plate because he claimed that he was damn full. SO WEAK SIA. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to library. originally wanted to book a room to slack, but the slots were almost filled up to the brim. so studied at level 5 at the desks. woots so conducive, because only a few peeps were actually studying in the lib. nice. jo showed me lots of pics of his chinchilla =\ studied till 4.30pm and jo went on to play some short games for fun. then i showed him the clip of the cat-and-rabbit story. 3rd part wasn't out sadly when it was supposed to be out last year ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left at 5pm and jo headed home while i went to wheelock place to get my soundproof lobes and then to meet up with vic, benjy and hafiz supposedly to catch the sv 13 DD at upp east coast. when i reached upp east coast, i saw the DD leaving and the 3 guys were on the bus waving at me. wtf. never call me when the DD was already in the terminal. pointed back a middle finger at them and vic called to suan me. wtf. he claimed that he called me a lot of times but i didn't receive any calls from him at all. excuses. took 48 down to vj just to get back on the DD and thankfully it was snail-slow enough for me to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with them on the bus. stayed quiet throughout on the bus because i didn't feel like talking at all. alighted at potong pasir with them and got our way to yishun. it was such a wierd cooling ride on 853 because the bus didn't stop at the bus stops which were supposed to have peeps boarding most of the time, and there wasn't any 851 or 852 within sight. and it was speeding at 70km/h. whee. hafiz and benjy alighted at khatib to transfer bus home while i settled my dinner with vic at ljs. talked a lot of cock and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's plans. study stats and teach zp. eh who says i cant teach maths?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1113059145969187567?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1113059145969187567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1113059145969187567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1113059145969187567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1113059145969187567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/durians-for-breakfast.html' title='durians for breakfast =\'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2490447266381902134</id><published>2007-07-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:08:23.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma of 2007 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: what the hell. spent 3 hour plus in total just to wait for my bus to arrive -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad karma today. it's not doing any favour for me this time. and i didn't know that there could be spillover effects after friday the 13th. this time round, i waited like hell but to no avail; my service 13 hates me that there's not a single double deck appearing in front of me and the frequency at night really suck to the core. blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway not a good day today. practically yawning all the way since morning. all thanks to the chem hw that have killed my sleeping hours off. urgh. wasn't in a mood to talk today in school. i hate myself. why am i so emo during the chem exams? so stupid that i actually messed myself up with the weaklings in chem lecture for the next 7 lectures? fuck it. i may just skip lects afterall. i expected myself to be in the average group but somehow mrs ong went to change my grouping to the weak side. what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go home after school to sleep, but i called kenny and met up with him at macpherson. on the way i slept a lot along my journey and hopped around buses just to get to my destination. then went to vivo via toa payoh on 143. the b9 was so damn cooling that condensation occured on the outside of the window. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up at vivo at about 5. walked around there, and had a look at the progress of the demolishment of the ferry terminal at sentosa. i exclaimed in shock when i saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/16/2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/16/300x300/2/P7200065.JPG?et=Q,X45jswrtaab5NoA7XP5w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's muddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh what the fish? that's what the ferry terminal is like now. blehx. then went to take bus out of vivo to kallang to meet up with zp while kenny left for orchard to find his meh meh. met zp at kallang at about 6pm and we waited for the bus until it was 7pm when we finally got onto our bus. we thought this was only once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with benjy and vic at bedok at about 7.40pm and we set off to katong and eat laksa again. as usual. this time round... i didn't take a pic of the food, but i took one pic of the drinks. we ordered different drinks this time; barley, lime, teh peng and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/16/6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/16/300x300/6/P7200073.JPG?et=R3E,6VGvyThyGG4u+4769Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ordered what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had laksa and rojak. needless to say how they taste because i have mentioned it before. walked to parkway parade and took 966. zp and i alighted at still rd south hoping that a svc 13 DD would come. but we waited for 15 mins and to no avail and when zp checked iris to see what time would the next svc 13 arrive, he was so astonished to find that the next bus would only arrive at 22 minutes later. what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we waited again, but decided to take whatever bus that comes along. in the end we took 966 to jln toa payoh, hoping to transfer any of the 5 services into the interchange. but we actually waited for another 15 mins before a svc 31 came. what the hell man. took 73 back to amk int. and i waited for 20 mins for my bus at amk int before i got impatient and walked home. grr... wasting my time only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2490447266381902134?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2490447266381902134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2490447266381902134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2490447266381902134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2490447266381902134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/karma-of-2007-2007.html' title='karma of 2007 2007'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3609643277529032565</id><published>2007-07-20T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:09:38.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feather-weight stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: somehow my stress level is being kept to a low nowadays (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today, except that sj was rather emo for the whole day today. dunno why, think it's BGR probs maybe. phy extra lesson cancelled =\ and today was supposed to be a slack day but i ended up sleeping most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, that i will never miss the art room. a room that is there for jj-cians to sleep. a place where the aircon is blasting cold. except the fact that the yoga mattresses have gone missing or it would be a wonderful place. lol. and it's vacant most of the time, except when soccer guys come in just to sleep and skip tutorials. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had math lecture with mr leow from 3.30 to 6.30pm. damn hardcore from functions to statistics. woots. the LT was flooded with peeps and most of them aint supposed to be present. lol. think everyone loves mr leow's lecturing without notes. haha. functions was easy and i cleared my doubts finally. yay. and he taught stats as if it was as simple as ABC. whoa i really wanna thank him to simplify the stuff and at least i wont need to suffer in suspense anymore. haha. graphing technique test was simply a breeze, or rather, i can even do it at sec sch level. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet calister and zh aft math to study a bit in the canteen. in the end we talked a lot of stuff. heh. was discussing school antics and while we were talking halfway, chairman koh came around the canteen. he pushed the rubbish bin around and helped to clear up the litter. woah this is really the first time i saw a principal doing clerical jobs in school. i don't know whether to like or hate him, because at times he can be unreasonable; but at other times he could be a nice guy. maybe if he can be a little soft-hearted during morning assembly and don't talk so much of stuff which most students wont even bother to hear, i think he should be well respected afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jp. ate at subway and saw wh and happy coming down from the escalator after watching harry potter movie. haha. happy had popcorns stuck on her shirt. i wondered what happened eh. but we let them leave for a while before we set off. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. but still gotta rush thru chem before 1. yups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3609643277529032565?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3609643277529032565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3609643277529032565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3609643277529032565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3609643277529032565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/feather-weight-stress.html' title='feather-weight stress'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4267750890424548433</id><published>2007-07-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:10:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'what is orgasm?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: typical neighbourhood school students... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during gp lesson, as we were discussing about how sexual fantasies were related to every dream according to freud's theory, one gal in my class actually popped this question to my gp cher... (shall not name who, but she's from bbss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys in the class laughed. omfg. i really wonder what gals in such neighbourhood schools are talking about. everyone's talking about it, and i really wonder why they never came across such a word in school in their 18 years of life. all the gals in my sec sch know that word. and those from english-oriented schools like fmss are talking about it so openly too. and yet i am so amazed that the gals in my class DONT even know the existence of such a word. woah. guessed they are too cheena perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am greatly amused by this fact. the gap between neighbourhood school culture and other school culture is really great. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rp42TgoKCm8AAHbAWfw1/P7180054.JPG?et=sW9WQKW6JCjIs2AOb%2BP2ig" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift - power failure in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rp43AAoKCm8AAATT3y01/P7180056.JPG?et=TBBkbAgqQ3%2B8JyH4wTOPDg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rp44SgoKCm8AABsA34E1/P7180057.JPG?et=XB0wfJA69vhsuoEiq2yZIg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these are the only ones that i am interested in 0.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rp44mQoKCm8AAByZGzs1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rp44mQoKCm8AAByZGzs1/P7180060.JPG?et=4lUBKzSc4BOIFcWtpB2PIg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rp44vwoKCm8AACC@n-s1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rp44vwoKCm8AACC@n-s1/P7180061.JPG?et=9i2xMbW9OibnNIaR6bZPbw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da! post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rp44vwoKCm8AACC@n-s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4267750890424548433?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4267750890424548433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4267750890424548433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4267750890424548433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4267750890424548433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-orgasm.html' title='&apos;what is orgasm?&apos;'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8608243229241564928</id><published>2007-07-17T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:11:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of ban</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: mr tan banned us from playing psp, soccer wef ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't a pleasant day afterall. shall not comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn stressed up. urgh. time to wake up. WAKE UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8608243229241564928?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8608243229241564928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8608243229241564928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8608243229241564928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8608243229241564928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-day-of-ban.html' title='2nd day of ban'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8868755476361199435</id><published>2007-07-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:12:16.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged</title><content type='html'>random stuff: little did i thought i can finish 70 plus rounds within 16 hours and now my body's aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was away for the school's olympic dreams event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, played pool with jo and helmi. oh damn. jo's having a beginner's luck in the 9-ball games and he won 5 games out of 5. what the hell man. though i can beat them in 8-ball pool games because i got used to the standard gameplay which test on the skills. blehx. met up with jared after we played pool for 2 hours and settled our lunch at mac. went home after that to check out some stuff before going out again to go to school for the OD event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached sch at 6. but damn it. ernest only started the meeting at about 7.15pm, and it was rather fruitless and nothing was concluded. slacked around until 9 plus when we finally set off for toa payoh stadium. woots. journey time was 30 mins and we shifted our bags into the sports hall before going to the stadium to recee. looked at how the j1s screwed up their rehearsals too. lol. then wandered about, and i went back with some other j2s to play indian poker and donkey. it was damn fun,  because i escaped forfeits most of the time, and there's always the usual few who got sabo-ed. weiming was giving extreme remarks when he got the aces (aka donkey). and all his vulgarities came out from his mouth. haha. damn suay la he. and ernest was more dumb in the sense that he actually trusted the rest of the j2s to exchange cards during indian poker whereby the lowest card holder has to drink up the whole bottle of newater as a form of forfeit. initially, he chose a JD, and then a 6, a 5, and ended up picking up a 3. lol. the lowest card which others got was a 4. hahaha. how suay can he get man. and chris was another joker; he laughed at weiming who's holding on to a 2 of hearts when he himself was holding a 2 of diamonds (lowest in value). hahhaha. damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to start running with other j2s at 1am. ran for like 40 laps and my shirt was soaked wet with my sweat. yucks. i could still squeeze out the sweat from my shirt. in the end chilled out at the first aid booth before going back to the sports hall to sleep at 3.45am after changing my shirt off. damn, should have brought extra undies and shorts and i would not have felt so uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.30am just to get my belongings off the hall (and actually i was woken up at 5.15am because the j1s were asked to gather at the stadium) dragged myself sloppily to the stadium and i was sitting there going nothing while the j1s were having last minute rehearsals for the programme. yawns. felt like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for the 12 hour relay feat to start. 7.39am. ivan started off and led the whole gang of j2s to embark on the feat. was already damn tired and my muscles started to give way. urgh. but not bad. managed to spend some time sleeping at the first aid booth to rest myself and charged up my energy level. went on to sprint for like 1:30 per round (was struggling like hell). but luckily some j1s were kind enough to make cocktails. hah. while running for the relay i also tried to clock up to 52 laps to earn a medal for myself =D the 12-hour long relay ended at 7.39pm with 455 rounds with ernest running the last lap with the flag. sang the school song and everyone was running after the flag. cameras were flashing at us and we ran like champions. and when we crossed the finishing line.. yay! record set. and everyone was overjoyed though all of us were shagged after we ran like hell. it was f- hard for us to run while we were suffering in pain. some of the highlights were:&lt;br /&gt;- imba mr choo running 50 rounds for the relay. and his best lap was 1:05&lt;br /&gt;- christopher running after a max of 5 mins rest for some time. think 7 laps in 1 hr for him and his best time was 1:05 for one lap&lt;br /&gt;- benja suffering from abrasion at his balls, jishen at his neh, banhao at his butt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all these were being highlighted this morning. lol. everyone was dragging themselves up the grandstand. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad. it feels good to achieve something great afterall. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8868755476361199435?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8868755476361199435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8868755476361199435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8868755476361199435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8868755476361199435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/shagged.html' title='shagged'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5455746743408914951</id><published>2007-07-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:13:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: it was so cold, and i couldn't feel a single thing this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 and tried to get out of my bed. that was the moment when i realised that my left hand was so dead. it was so cold and numb. i couldn't sense a single thing with my left arm. what the hell. guessed it's because i slept and applied pressure on my left arm with my full body weight that it got so numb. pulled it out using my right hand and within 5 mins, it regained blood circulation flow. phew. it can still move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch as usual. took 573P as usual, but this time the lights were off! woohoo. what kind of service initiatives the driver has this time. for the past few days, he had been yelling the students and telling them to move into the bus. but today he was in such a good mood that he turned off the lights for students to sleep on the bus. shiok. thank you ah cek, finally u are doing something beneficial this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school wasn't really boring today, but i kept on falling asleep. don't really know why i kept dozing off ever since i had my blood test. it was as if i needed 15 hours of sleep a day just to keep myself away from dozing off. sigh. watched the soccer team guys playing soccer before playing with my own classmates because i don't want to inflict any serious injuries and i knew i would get it if i were to play with the soccer team guys. so played random soccer and i wasn't really into it; played casually and sloppily. lol. wasted some chances to score. blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 2pm. so tired that i slept from 4 to 8. yawns. but i feel more awake now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5455746743408914951?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5455746743408914951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5455746743408914951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5455746743408914951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5455746743408914951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-13th.html' title='friday the 13th'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7948359244294755570</id><published>2007-07-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:13:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventh heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: old flames blown off, new flames lit up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon, what a nice surprise. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1700 hrs, to see someone u have been awaiting for, on your favourite bus. double happiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. anyway was on my way to meet up with zp at bb. supposed to meet jack, vic and one hk guy for dinner, and we ended up at katong for laksa, again. i am simply addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst. no pics this time. i got my katong laksa shots alr (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog further. so tired that i am taking a rest now. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7948359244294755570?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/7948359244294755570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=7948359244294755570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7948359244294755570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7948359244294755570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/seventh-heaven.html' title='seventh heaven'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2352731405448064660</id><published>2007-07-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:14:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's being spastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: thanks to someone who made us suffer in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these could have been prevented if the councillors did not screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adi was supposed to announce that there was no morning assembly through the PA system before gathering the students for morning assembly, but somehow it was so screwed that everyone gathered in front of the flag pole and were ready when he announced it. however, some of the big bosses decided to carry on with the morning assembly although the sky was already overcasted and about to rain. after singing the national anthem and taking the pledge, students were supposed to take out their own oral digital thermometers and take their own temperature. at this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started to rain. everyone started to fidget around, and yet the chairman asked all students to stand at ease and yelled at those who fidget. can't he see the rain was pouring so heavily that our clothes were soaked? bloody hell. and he was dragging our time and made us stand in the rain for another 5-10 minutes. fuck. how spastic can he get? and when students were dismissed from the assembly area, he yelled again, this time asking why we didnt move fast enough into the shelter. what the fuck is he trying to do now? trying to say that he's always right? yah yah whatever. a few more months and i say bye bye to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway did a lot of stuff today. turned off the lights of the guys toilet when i was walking past. locked the cubicles in the toilets. spammed toilet paper all over. turned on all fans and aircon FULL BLAST when i was alone in the classroom. hahaha. afterall kris is right. we pay our school fees to pay for the bills and utilities of the school. time for us to use as much as we like, or else we might have no more chance in future. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2352731405448064660?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2352731405448064660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2352731405448064660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2352731405448064660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2352731405448064660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/schools-being-spastic.html' title='school&apos;s being spastic'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-6817298573007862574</id><published>2007-07-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:15:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>despotism in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: the new vp is so authoritarian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day when the school staff were enforcing dictatorship. those without thermometers were forced to surrender their passes for today and the vp wanted them to have their names marked down. phew. luckily for me and kris; we went hiding in an empty classroom during morning assembly. lol. it was the first time that the vp started to practise her dictatorship. guessed the chairman instructed her on how to enforce discipline on the college population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, the vp was so extreme in a sense that even peeps with SHORT hair were caught for having LONG hair. huh?! i see some peeps with half my hair length overall being called up by the vp. i guess she only wants the TEKONG GANG. hell-ish. what a damn luck that sj and i were caught when we were trying to find the missing N95. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. something shocking happened today. cww actually CRIED becuase martin and some of his classmates were not standing with the class. guessed she's depressed due to the stress as a teacher; but i pity martin and co. just because of such minor stuffs and they were sent to meet the principal. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehx. despotism in progress. looking forward to tomorrow to see what other interesting stuff the college is going to come up with. j1 leaders were asked to gather after school to practise mass dance everyday for the olympic dream event. wtf. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6817298573007862574?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6817298573007862574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6817298573007862574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6817298573007862574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6817298573007862574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/despotism-in-action.html' title='despotism in action'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4663631941607330807</id><published>2007-07-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:16:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east meets west</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: same island, different cultures. did you realise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what zp said is really right on. the east people are much more friendly as compared to the west side peeps. and east peeps seldom clique well with the west side ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;central peeps are more towards the east side btw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and east peeps are more helpful that those living in the west. quite true, just compare MJ, TJ vs AC and JJ. which side has a better cohort of students with better attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(answer is damn obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my purpose of posting this post. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4663631941607330807?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4663631941607330807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4663631941607330807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4663631941607330807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4663631941607330807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/east-meets-west.html' title='east meets west'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-656039765454355633</id><published>2007-07-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:16:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>point zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: have you ever asked yourself why you wanna live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i force myself to study subjects that i aint interested in at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/Kurt_Larsen_/Not%20Scenery/givingadamn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-656039765454355633?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/656039765454355633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=656039765454355633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/656039765454355633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/656039765454355633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/point-zero.html' title='point zero'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a179/Kurt_Larsen_/Not%20Scenery/th_givingadamn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-6892276037185377284</id><published>2007-07-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:17:49.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: everyone's watching it since the afternoon, and yet i just reached home =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no point, because my mum's tuning to her channel U and watching movie now. and i can't watch tv at all. so just skipped and decided not to watch live earth now. anyway today's quite a fine day for me, though i went out at 9.30am early in the morning when there was a heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached bb at 10am to meet up with vic, zp, jack and christopher (vic's NEW junior) for breakfast at mac. chris was sharing with us all his stuff. from changing eds to the internal news of smrt. woots. i guess he needs more training, especially when he's so cocky. but then i find that he's quite willing to learn, from the fact that he seeks vic for help in terms of photography skills when he bought a new camera. so i guess there's hope for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went bnl with zp and jack. took a CNG on 243 for one loop because we had nothing better to do. jack went to find his olengy furball after that; zp and i went to take 187 to bb to pass time. took some photos, and then went to west mall to watch a mini performance by the military band from tanglin sec. the band was so stiff, and they were quite screwed up. think they are nervous and the echo could be heard around the building. some of the members went out of tune when they tried to play their instruments. and surprisingly all the drummers are gals. omg. thought it's mostly the guys' jobs? and i still prefer bowen's military band. it's much better with more impressive stuff. and i like their marching. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to int to meet up with kenny. took 941 and went to blk 156 to have hokkien mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ro@7PwoKCm8AAHIIGhk1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ro@7PwoKCm8AAHIIGhk1/P7070043.JPG?et=E1ILVK5HKMkeLzQ0vGM1WA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. the famous hokkien mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one interesting thing to take note was the fact that it costs 50 cents more to put additional chilli paste, because of the fact that they are using their own recipe to make it. it tastes so heavenly delicious, with the seafood spices diffusing within your mouth. so aromatic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to csc after lunch. supposedly we wanted to play LAN gaming, but ended up playing pool since there wasn't any computers available for us to play. played 3 rounds of standard pool and one round of 9-ball pool. woots. i pawned them totally. haha. was trying to give chance to them to play against me throughout but they failed to secure the advantage to win over me. heh. so i won all 4 games. heh. went off at 4.30, and while taking 985, i discovered this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ro@-BwoKCm8AAEaSx6I1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ro@-BwoKCm8AAEaSx6I1/P7070044.JPG?et=loblCwuvFRL3%2CzDeoWSlzg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that the kind of comfy you want on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went on to bishan by taking 88 and met up with jack, kg, vic, drc to take a 58 dart. so surprisingly that a 9.3 metre dennis dart was on service! so cute and short. the bus was able to speed at 85km/h. woots. thats so damn fast. went all the way to pasir ris. took a 17 to loyang way and transferred to 53 to airport T1 for dinner. was trying to avoid pasir ris dr 4/6 because of the high dengue fever cases at those hotspots mentioned by the NEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at popeyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ro@9PgoKCm8AAB6dl4U1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ro@9PgoKCm8AAB6dl4U1/P7070045.JPG?et=yzKALJplZuITdO9q0FRJRw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popeyes @ T1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many packets of chili for goodness sake and they aint as thrifty as mac. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to pasir ris to catch the dart again, but guess what i found at the transfer stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ro@@AgoKCm8AADUSdsM1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ro@@AgoKCm8AADUSdsM1/P7070046.JPG?et=A%2Be781BNFKMFVS%2CCyX5%2BpQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus stop plates leaning against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the fact that the newly erected shelters are so long that the plates cant be put at the original position. yeps. took 58 again, but this time from pasir ris back to bishan. tried taking pics of the dart, but failed terribly to get a perfect shot because i did not have a tripod stand with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired. after travelling north south east west. heh. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6892276037185377284?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6892276037185377284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6892276037185377284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6892276037185377284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6892276037185377284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='live earth'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-423517728292145202</id><published>2007-07-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:19:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute + act cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: damn it. i was drowned by the cuteness of her!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same swiss cottage gal again. now she's really melting my whole body. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just inevitable. argh. i am not interested in her, but her cuteness melts me off! today she's bending down trying to reach her feet like a kitten. OMG. so so so damn cute la. with her cute face. and acting cute again after that. i almost treated her like a &lt;strike&gt;kitten&lt;/strike&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her kawaii-ness really made me distracted for the whole morning. woah. i didn't fall asleep at all just because i keep thinking of her cuteness =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. afternoon was alright. went to tpy to study. was waiting for sandy and her (b)fren yaowen to reach, so i loitered around the town centre before going up. looked for seats in the lib; surprisingly there isn't many peeps there. sat diagonally opposite a cj gal and did my own work (purposely want to get rid of the cuteness image of the swiss gal). after a short while sandy and yw came. yup. studied math. stats was getting easier and easier for me! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 6.15pm with them. took 73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway question of the day: do i look quite diff? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-423517728292145202?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/423517728292145202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=423517728292145202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/423517728292145202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/423517728292145202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/cute-act-cute.html' title='cute + act cute'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2254174170001290851</id><published>2007-07-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:20:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: ice cream at 50% off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. mr leow was giving maths lecture halfway to the j2s at about 3 plus until the lights gave way at around 3.48pm. it was so sudden. lights started to flicker for 2 seconds before totally being blown up, except for some rows of back up lights for emergency purposes. initially, mr leow thought it was just a power trip at LT5. went to check with the general office, and found out that the whole jurong area was affected. lectures have to be cancelled. so most peeps went home, and some peeps who live in jurong were stranded in school since they cant do anything at home either. ice cream were at 50% off due to the the blackout. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no point staying in school, so went home, and i am right now blogging at home! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway other than that, today was a breeze, except that kris was feeling low. he was damn pissed off during GP lesson when the class was making hell lots of noise with gossips and shouts when the guys were playing their PSP and the gals talking random stuff. bloody noisy la. so accompanied kris to an empty classroom and then to the passageway along LT1 to study instead of staying in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wonder when the class will get serious. cmi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2254174170001290851?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2254174170001290851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2254174170001290851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2254174170001290851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2254174170001290851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/blackout.html' title='blackout.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2564346828414419074</id><published>2007-07-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:21:08.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't think you will read my blog anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i realised, my heart will melt when someone acts cute and stares at me, provided she's really cute already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was still a good day. went to school as usual. sat next to the NJ canoeing gal as usual on the bus. (doesn't mean i am interested in her, just that there's ALWAYS a seat beside her everytime) and on the bus, everything seemed to be as usual. the usual peeps again on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. today, something interesting happened. i don't think i have mentioned this swiss cottage gal before here i guess. (fyi i have seen her for 2 years already and she's sec 4 now) what happened was that, she sat behind me when she boarded the bus at upp bt timah. and suddenly, she lay her elbows on her bag and placed her chin on her palms. initially i thought her eyes were closed, sleeping. but when i looked back, her eyes were so big; and they were so catchy that i couldn't stop staring. and her face was so damn cute too!!! damn! oh my god the sight of her really made my heart as if it was melting already! so kawaii! argh save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn simply just couldn't put my eyes off her. she still keep staring at me until i got off the bus when she finally changed her pose. phew. luckily she doesn't live around my area, or i will slide off my chair and melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, some stuff happened in school. almost immobilised my troops to create world war 3. thank god it didn't happen. phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2564346828414419074?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2564346828414419074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2564346828414419074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2564346828414419074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2564346828414419074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-think-you-will-read-my-blog.html' title='i don&apos;t think you will read my blog anyway'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-9163452921246085003</id><published>2007-07-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:21:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: thanks to friends who have shown concern for me over the past few days. quite glad to know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like the news of my plans to quit school has already been spread like wildfire. most of my friends have been asking me this question: why quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a long story. but in short, school gives me so much stress. and it's not me who suggested this idea at first; it's my mum who started it when she saw my "fantastic" grades. woots. i agree. school has left me bad memories. bad experiences. and it is still traumatising me. it hurts. these two years have made a cheerful cookie monster lost his sense of taste, and it sucks when a cookie monster cant feel the touch of cookies in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;afterall the school isn't mine. i can't stop others from coming whenever i like. guess i should be the one who's leaving instead.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-9163452921246085003?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/9163452921246085003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=9163452921246085003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9163452921246085003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9163452921246085003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks.html' title='thanks.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1082980424866901249</id><published>2007-07-03T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:22:48.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral for a Friend &amp; Avenged Sevenfold coming to SG!</title><content type='html'>Funeral For a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKETS ON SALE NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a set="yes" linkindex="70" href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1056" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.sistic&lt;wbr&gt;.com.sg/cms/event&lt;wbr&gt;s/index.html?cont&lt;wbr&gt;ent=1056&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE&lt;br /&gt;08 Sep 2007 8pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE&lt;br /&gt;Glass Pavilion, Far East Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKET PRICE (Exclude $2 Sistic Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;S$75 Early Bird (16 Jun - 05 Aug 07)&lt;br /&gt;S$85 Early Bird (06 Aug - 7 Sept 07)&lt;br /&gt;S$95 (8 Sept 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add to above price $2 Booking Fee for tickets above $20 and $1 Booking Fee for tickets below $20. Charges include GST where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 09 - Fort Canning - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;details to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will story of the year come to SG. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1082980424866901249?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1082980424866901249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1082980424866901249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1082980424866901249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1082980424866901249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/funeral-for-friend-avenged-sevenfold.html' title='Funeral for a Friend &amp; Avenged Sevenfold coming to SG!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8786274207163294387</id><published>2007-07-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:24:07.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nerve disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: it isn't good to get pes C. and i am appealing for B = pes D now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, everything's so close to getting a pes A or B. and suddenly, declaration of medical status -.- and due to some nerve disorder in my body, my pes status is D for the moment. i don't wanna elaborate on my disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RoimSQoKCm8AAH0FaOA1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoimSQoKCm8AAH0FaOA1/P7020026.JPG?et=4qwDPIMvlpM1ZgynzltsFg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pes d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway check up today was quite cool. went with dean and wore my nerd specs to CMPB. the lockers had cute small little doors but it was deep inside. the purpose was just to put any camera devices in. 1st station was photo taking, and one person wasn't caught for having a earstick on his ear while taking the photo. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to take standard measurements as usual and one guy brought his parents along because his parents were scared that he would faint during blood test. lol. went to medical examination. had blood samples and urine test. the container wasn't big enough to fill up my urine, so i had to hold on before i could pee again in the urinal. some guys did urine on their HANDS in the end. LOL. while taking blood test, i crapped with the officer with lots of shit stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoilowoKCm8AAG2m9Ro1/P7020017.JPG?et=4RzdI2v%2BcFcbuBgAKfcX9w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not pain at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went to take X-ray for chest. the guy didn't sound like a guy; he sounded like an auntie and he look short and nerdy. omg. checked my eyesight and hearing. the sounds produced were barely audible enought to be heard. then checked for teeth. dean was slower because he had an additional component to check -- fats. 22kg of oil. haha. and still considered moderately obese. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the ENT room and was told to strip to shorts. had ECG (electrocardiogram) to test for any irregularities in heart. it left 6 circle markings on my chest =\ then took height and weight and blood pressure. after all these procedures, went to MO. and declared about my medical condition. and it's so wierd for him to ask whether i have a tatoo when he can see it for himself. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for some vocational and psychological test using a pentium 1 computer powered by MS-DOS :o the test was divided into sections, namely logic, vocab, maths, reflexes, patterns, direction, physics, visual skills and memory skills and some questions to describe yourself. it was a race against time test, except for the last 2 sections. 80 minutes to complete 200 questions. sounds so impossible right? but i finished it XD and the comp requires you to press "+" to forward and "-" to backward. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logic test was simply testing on whether you are quick witted. 30 questions to be done within 11 minutes. heh. i know quite a lot of peeps cant finish and the screen went blank suddenly, but for my case, i still got time to check. lol. vocab test was rather tricky, in a sense that sometimes there can be 2 possible answers which are correct. maths test was more challenging when you only got 10 minutes to complete 40 questions. woots. and trhen came the reflexes test. initially i thought some bastards were trying to spoil the keyboard by pressing the buttons so damn hard, but it was about the reflexes. some were so agitated that they bang the keyboard. lol. patterns are easy. direction tests give you some numbers below the alphabets and you just pick whatever you see. easy. physics was tricky; sometimes you can't see any difference in masses or moments. visual skills is one tricky test which i liked. i spent 3 minutes staring and thinking about how to do it and finally figured it out. it's about rotating the shape to the base of the centre picture. lame. 20 mins to finish 20 ques was a mental torture for some. but i was told to check after completing the 20 ques, and that means i still got time to slack. heh. at this moment one guy complained to the officer that his comp crashed. LOL. i pity the guy man. he has to do the test all over again! anyway, memory test was the last section of the psychological component for the tests. they give you more and more numbers and shorter time to remember, and the last one included a 9 digit number to be memorised within 1.5 seconds! 798140826! i see it as 3 numbers, 798; 140; 826. haha. got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came those vocational tests to find out if you are risk taking. and some things that you like/dislike. nothing else. went to collect my hospital referrer letter after the test and went to eat with dean at tiong bahru plaza and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Roil9QoKCm8AAHkAL9Y1/P7020018.JPG?et=xA0%2CLnNavQGuxPwvPLIXdw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plaster and entry sticker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RoimHAoKCm8AAHwoPdQ1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoimHAoKCm8AAHwoPdQ1/P7020025.JPG?et=awainjkNHkOHpQ%2BgTXlhoQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS documents and referrals&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shagged-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8786274207163294387?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8786274207163294387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8786274207163294387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8786274207163294387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8786274207163294387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/nerve-disorder.html' title='nerve disorder'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4329711095870247761</id><published>2007-07-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:25:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a d-day next week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: my mum actually asked me whether i wanted to drop out of school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i wonder if any of your parents say this, "don't worry. as long as you become successful, everything's alright. drop out of school if you want to and focus on other stuff. No point studying for stuff that ain't going to be useful in future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my mum did. and i agreed totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's ABSOLUTELY no point to force myself to study under stressful conditions. no point. i just want to get away from emo too. school's just giving me too much of bad memories. and with the amount of spare time i have, i can build up my portfolio too, rather than spending time in school just to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps. unless mr tan manages to convince my mum and i for me to stay in school, sorry i really have to go. but, i will still be taking my a levels. cant get refund already. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4329711095870247761?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4329711095870247761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4329711095870247761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4329711095870247761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4329711095870247761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-d-day-next-week.html' title='it&apos;s a d-day next week'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5684950626229908189</id><published>2007-07-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:26:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: only u can see this. others cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't talk much to u anymore unlike the past.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like talking normally to you but i just can't think of stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. my mind is clear now after pool sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has indeed changed.&lt;br /&gt;world has overturned.&lt;br /&gt;i got 102 for h2 subs.&lt;br /&gt;pri sch frens of mine who used to be damn innocent now smoke.&lt;br /&gt;mum encourages me to drop out of sch and transfer to poly.&lt;br /&gt;:o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5684950626229908189?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5684950626229908189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5684950626229908189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5684950626229908189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5684950626229908189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-lost.html' title='i am lost.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4972984986383425118</id><published>2007-07-01T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:28:23.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is home, truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: thanks guys for giving me an enjoyable day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/4/photos/15/300x300/1/P7010004.JPG?et=NL9BvXTbznhMkkRmC3pf1g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the national stadium yesterday for the matches and closing ceremony with zp, js meidan, fang (meidan's fren) and guohua. met up at geylang terminal to take 11 down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/3/P6300023.JPG?et=nmqcq1lRZK5Qrm2T5883FA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we reached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;took some photos for memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/4/P6300024.JPG?et=sw106ATWqs7eyDlbAEOjWw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;north entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/5/P6300025.JPG?et=fhUuRaGqDvWqfODeSETWWg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the don'ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/6/P6300026.JPG?et=QuoWZDJkKUrS8JrGAP2fYA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time the ticketing officer gonna work here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/8/P6300028.JPG?et=K7hdrk0x727TSzMylpk0qw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confiscated bottles for fear that they throw at rivals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/9/P6300030.JPG?et=59TmnKAUVf+VHncVSUiXmw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staircases and stalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/10"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/10/P6300031.JPG?et=RQukUAXzwvLZ8E03Um0FMg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/11"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/11/P6300036.JPG?et=RVb+umkgBJkNjveAAMh,3A" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpark; it's full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/12"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/12/P6300040.JPG?et=ASKhIwbvNtaeok8dLC4pYg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floodlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/16"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/16/P6300050.JPG?et=uLhdqgm261+oBIho36M9ug" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electronic display; the seats are vacant at 4pm still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/15"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/15/P6300047.JPG?et=BdAWg9EQ7s6PjD6vhXdmdw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 floodlights + grandstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/17"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/17/P6300052.JPG?et=Q47AeVdGU4ZnXGMaGuKaRQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrance into the seatings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/19/P6300055.JPG?et=z,,yPZgtmkRjiP4DCZAJbA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band stage for clubbing @ night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kick-off between malaysia and singapore's ex internationals were about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/22"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/22/P6300065.JPG?et=wNcXZyCTh8PaPXGpfZLoGg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minute of silence for uncle choo. 24th death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/24"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/24/P6300082.JPG?et=xI,n8DOpBLBqx1oeZ4KpKQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 minutes (full time). scoreline: 1-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/25"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/25/P6300081.JPG?et=fI74ON6dsDimU484afN1UA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/26"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/26/P6300087.JPG?et=IEAlY+VPs5Nq6mD60PdwBg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supporters; spot your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;end of the 2nd last match. some memorable events include the slow passing of balls, and one malaysian player used his stomach to defend the ball (just like sj :D) no loser, only winners and friends. afterall it's their last time playing a soccer match since they are already in their 40s and 50s. some even had their hair fully white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those oozzie came... by this time the sky was darkened, and the floodlights were on for one last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/27"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/27/P6300090.JPG?et=gx9+o8s+7O9FRQJ4MlcatA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights are on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/28"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/28/P6300091.JPG?et=2a3JVbn9LMJCBa5IpZ2XPw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magnificent lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/29"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/29/P6300092.JPG?et=XPi3naPf64MVgqNx3q90RQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/30"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/30/P6300094.JPG?et=TKlEgV00Nz,Q3f+J7x7Pgg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helicopters flying; and sms your wishes now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/31"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/31/P6300071.JPG?et=OKXHYBNQAhjurNkbouHX1g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oozies on the pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/33"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/33/P6300121.JPG?et=KwzWlyRvXLMmLgzFeOR1Cw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/36"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/36/P6300139.JPG?et=QF3KlxorfyMmVW,ZwMFakA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national flags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/37"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/37/P6300142.JPG?et=9RPKlR8xroTQTCRYeLv8WQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitch at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/40"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/40/P6300146.JPG?et=bt8HtlwfaH4d6iosnZ6S9w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sitting on steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/41/P6300153.JPG?et=HqSS,+zBOLav2LTHuRd5SQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torch on fire; the national stadium's spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/42"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/42/P6300154.JPG?et=E0iPWf9fPfYg21EIx7mPFA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrance of stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/45"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/45/P6300158.JPG?et=PmQzkKYxzZnSwr36KbnvlA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't have the chance to take this night shot again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/46"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/46/P6300164.JPG?et=kjpjmP9I7KWNgJ+p6X7A9g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/49"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/49/P6300176.JPG?et=7IwnN+bpPIIJGEBF9Zk+1Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the last match. scoreline: 0-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally, the last match ended. kallang wave done for one last time across the 45,000 strong crowd. memorable stuff like the "out-of-tune" air horns were sounded during cheers. jeers were significantly loud. one guy faked injury during the match and everyone shouted "BUTO BUTO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finale. the fireworks and the beginning of clubbing session. (fireworks videos can be seen under the "videos" section.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/53"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/53/P6300188.JPG?et=stTqfR1IYoE9+ZWROLCnKg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/55"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/55/P6300194.JPG?et=3OLRB+znTVSkXflEKydtVQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/57"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/57/P6300200.JPG?et=egzkKNcNN01BxugN0Plerw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kids are lying on the field. others are touching grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/59"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/59/P6300202.JPG?et=VbQPA8CGCBitTEflp2zarg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last batch of gabage @ stadium&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/59"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/15/58"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/300x300/58/P6300201.JPG?et=GkCEkwdQO0q+JWOyeyvARg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had some group photos but i will upload them here later (those pics are with zp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at 11.20pm. and js almost fell into the drain 2 times. if he really fell in, everyone would laugh for the next few years down the road because of his memorable experience on the last trip to national stadium. aha. went home via train. and was so hungry that i couldn't send meidan to the bus stop and had to run to 7-11 to get some stuff to eat! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks all who made this trip enjoyable :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4972984986383425118?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4972984986383425118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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pool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: forget about my mid year results. the total marks for my 3H2 is just 102. fuck emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off emo. i just wanna whack balls hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off school at 2pm to find jared to play @ west coast. damn shiok. took turns to thrash each other. whee! though i won 4 out of 10 rounds, i felt quite contented, because at least i got victories. haha. guess jared underestimated me this time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after playing pool, went to botak jones to eat. had fish and chips. jared cant finish! wahaha. so thin already and yet don't want to eat more. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RoU81QoKCm8AADxXxm81"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoU81QoKCm8AADxXxm81/P6290017.JPG?et=TSIBKumca%2BWSv%2ByHNxMZww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;botak jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RoU9PAoKCm8AAEFdYQo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoU9PAoKCm8AAEFdYQo1/P6290018.JPG?et=dOt%2CvCs7kznYKmjHZjHOKQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinegar! looks like a beer bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RoU9hwoKCm8AAEPuhLU1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoU9hwoKCm8AAEPuhLU1/P6290020.JPG?et=W%2Bw2Icn7bzXu8dpDkiikjQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon from clementi via 105 to jack's house to slack awhile. zp and vic also joined in too to slack. vic was trying to solve his acer problems still, and i showed him the pics that i took yesterday. it's really an eye-opener for him, since he didn't see how the acer laptop was being dismantled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to toa payoh, to play pool AGAIN. this time with kiang and his cousin. kiang the pro, he trashed us with 3-6 balls each round. zuai already. lol. zhi kai (mf) came when i was about to leave, because i wanna catch the last bus home. so we simply exchanged numbers and left promptly. ran for 73 because it's the last bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. so tired. gotta go stadium later for one last time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-6752030158009895935?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/6752030158009895935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=6752030158009895935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6752030158009895935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/6752030158009895935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-emo-hello-pool.html' title='bye emo, hello pool.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4727544703066169455</id><published>2007-06-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:32:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: acer is cheena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to get myself away from emo by sleeping my time off in school at PD block.&lt;br /&gt;but some peeps are still raking up the past. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the mystery of the found keys is still not uncovered. gonna try the keys tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with zh to acer to replace motherboard this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/1?et=,10n2VhuJZyUaMZVLiX5,g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splitting up the parts of acer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/2?et=1qow4JQUQlrDEl1yfJ3oDg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/3?et=wgISFXGfpVMISyfrUeuCOQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the motherboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/4?et=q8QPFWGaD2odPheOKzvBPA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keypad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/5?et=iekHEneN4YsS2iVb5x2lsg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to screw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/6?et=GocGnU+8D2R+BOHkgQyJow" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new motherboard; old one's spoilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/7"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/7?et=SgzOfTwr8hllxfvYBB1XeA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the core shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/8?et=9enA9lBkBY4Hp2BRuRIQuw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/9?et=nrbM4aoxb2JtsQyaDw2lnw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power adaptor and switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/10"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/10?et=BW+3ZYlptNnNuZtoodVj8A" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/14/11"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/14/300x300/11?et=mvQl5Jfey25ML1WNyUZ4BQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pool tomorrow! monstercue! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4727544703066169455?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4727544703066169455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4727544703066169455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4727544703066169455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4727544703066169455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-hundred.html' title='one hundred'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-9067123921989026522</id><published>2007-06-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:15:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate emo. fuck off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: emo screws my life up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of collapsing. for once, i feel like committing suicide, hiding myself away from embarrassment. so awful. so pathetic. so terrible. emo's driving me fucking crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to emo, i screwed all my papers up. i don't think i should disclose what my results are like; they just suck and don't seem to reflect my results at all. i cant even concentrate while doing the papers. fuck emo. damn you. can you just stay away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn pathetic to see yourself being the only one who screwed everything up when others did well. and it's also worrying when you are scoring marks on the wrong side of the points system. my pride was stabbed, so hard that i felt as if i was gonna be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really felt that my jc life is being wasted away. i am doing subjects which i ain't interested in. i am suffering with all those subjects that i need to score. i am just feeling fucking terrible. dont complain if you got so many projects to do. I RATHER DO MORE PROJECTS AND STUFF THAT I AM INTERESTED IN THAN TO DO SO MUCH OF SHIT ACADEMIC STUFF WHICH I DON'T THINK IT'S USEFUL IN FUTURE. FUCK THOSE PEEPS WHO KEEP COMPLAINING THAT THEY HAVE TOO MUCH PROJECTS AND WHINE LIKE HELL. FUCK PEEPS WHO KEEP BACKSTABBING OTHERS. FUCK THOSE WHO ARE SO INDECISIVE AND END UP WHINING HERE AND THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING THAT MAKES ME EMO. FUCK YOU ALL. PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-9067123921989026522?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/9067123921989026522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=9067123921989026522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9067123921989026522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9067123921989026522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-emo-fuck-off.html' title='i hate emo. fuck off.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-9061420876065858775</id><published>2007-06-26T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:15:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>random stuff: getting back on track; pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, something that cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was emo since morning. almost blasted off today during econs. some fucktards are trying to piss me off. FUCKTARDS i repeat. you guys really suck to the core. go home and fuck yourself fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bt timah to meet up with kiang (my pri sch mate) after school. went to toa payoh for pool. at least that's something which really lifted my mood. finally i can get back to pool and get my shots right, but still got owned when kiang showed me all his tricks. haha. thanks for teaching me the correct techniques, i am finally hitting something! played for hours and by the time we finished, it was already 7. ate dinner and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whack whack whack! thats the way =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to teach zp maths now at mac. tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-9061420876065858775?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/9061420876065858775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=9061420876065858775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9061420876065858775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9061420876065858775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4448910205981245843</id><published>2007-06-26T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:16:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term 3 day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: thanks zh for lending me your cam! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to day 1 of school today. as usual, saw the usual peeps on the bus, and the usual jj spirit song just before the morning assembly. the usual ringings, the usual national anthem and college song. and finally, one bad news. 8 teachers will be going to be influenced by the propaganda in the college, and there's one new vp to replace mr owyong. some old lady, argh. i still prefer mr owyong. he's a nice vp and cares for the welfare of the students among the heads of the school. argh, why he zao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rn-q1goKCm8AACuXigk1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 313px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/orig/Rn-q1goKCm8AACuXigk1/timetable.PNG?et=k1g9rmjUUCmy4ryLN18qgg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class timetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this term's timetable is a bit special, in a way that physics tutorials are being split up into 3 one-hour tutorials (guessed too many peeps fell asleep during 1.5 hour tutorials) today's lessons are almost similar like the past 2 terms, just that mr chng dismissed the class 20 minutes earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town to get my cover for ipod nano. the plastic bag was damn frickin big! looks like a bag too. hah. went to hg to find vic. apparently i was so fucking tired that i fell asleep on the bus and was in a daze when i alighted. i was rather unconscious and wasn't aware that i myself was throwing tantrums. realised that what i need was just food to fill up my stomach. went to kovan. vic took his shots, while i bought one packet of nasi lemak to eat. ate again at kfc, this time jack joined in too. went jack's house and ransacked around his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rn-sZQoKCm8AAEytUb41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rn-sZQoKCm8AAEytUb41/P1010021.JPG?et=MzNsYbcxn0y%2CuUa0C7VNxQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my whiskers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rn-spAoKCm8AAFDkE3Y1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rn-spAoKCm8AAFDkE3Y1/P1010017.JPG?et=nR06GqPdlMexd1uzn26B%2CQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lost charm of tigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rn-s8QoKCm8AAFTR4@E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rn-s8QoKCm8AAFTR4@E1/P1010022.JPG?et=eBHfdU5QiyeCl6ESNuR0rQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food again! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic only finished up defragmenting his comp at 10.45pm. rushed home straight after. chiong-ing hw now. tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4448910205981245843?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4448910205981245843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4448910205981245843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4448910205981245843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4448910205981245843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/term-3-day-1.html' title='term 3 day 1'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3246558504066925752</id><published>2007-06-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:17:11.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drill me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: THANKS ar for submitting my name to participate in pool competition. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;my pool skills really suck today. seems like the 6 months drought of playing solo pool has made my skills deteriorate a lot now. blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddening. think i will be chionging both pool and studies at the same time. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 july. 2 weeks more to improve on my skills. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3246558504066925752?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3246558504066925752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3246558504066925752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3246558504066925752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3246558504066925752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/drill-me.html' title='drill me.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7000187153710850386</id><published>2007-06-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:17:54.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up emo = fucemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: cookie monster's feeling fucemo now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up. we could have won the damn race. damn the organisers. damn the rules. damn those peeps who never told us that we could design our own route and need not follow the sequence of checkpoints on the booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up. knn. the worst part is, we could have won the race. i could be the owner of the canon camera. i could have owned the bus and train models. i could have won $800 worth of goods. wasn't convinced at all. for once, the gang of 4 (wc, vic, kenny, me) were living in solitude, and blamed the organisers mainly. blehx. we are also unwilling to take photos with the winners (thou shaldn't name who, no point naming them and making me bearing grudges against them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. felt like playing pool, but in the end we landed up in the e-zone arcade playing ferrari racing and air hockey. rahhh. whacked the pucks damn hard until they keep flying off the table (: whack them hard! so hard until our muscles hurt in the end. vic felt like playing pool still, so we 4 went to clementi intending to play there and at the same time, eat at sumo house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guessed i ate a total of 5 eggs today =x and didn't play pool in the end because we still have to wait for our turn to use the tables. went np, chatted and wandered around the school for like an hour before leaving. heard some whining sounds as if someone's fucking inside the school. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling fucemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/2/DSCF8468.JPG?et=d+DBFca1GIAdSCMLCOPyFg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/9/SANY0189.JPG?et=K+oXZqF2qqQFKdJDHcI2nw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/3/DSCF8485.JPG?et=6kRhG5UPN8YsrMtuTzNaVg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/4/DSCF8490.JPG?et=6GnaP08W3MVzMRiJFG1vWA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7000187153710850386?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/7000187153710850386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=7000187153710850386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7000187153710850386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7000187153710850386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/fucked-up-emo-fucemo.html' title='fucked up emo = fucemo'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1614457274956263671</id><published>2007-06-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:19:35.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strategy</title><content type='html'>random stuff: thanks for those who showered care and concern for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. luckily my swelling got smaller today. hope it disappears by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway whatever my mid year results come up, it's time for me to get on to studying when term starts. treasuring this upcoming weekend to slack. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my paper today, went to watch fantastic 4 with wh, tang, seah, alex. graphics are nice, but the storyline is kinda abrupt in a sense that the climax only lasted for one minute? and the duration of the movie is 1 hour 30 minutes. kinda short isn't it? ate at food court. and fuck, wh exposed my stuff. damn damn damn! stupid me for leaving tracks behind at his house because i forgot to log out from his comp. sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked with them to cut hair at the market area. talked a lot about stalkers etc. heh. and i called kenny and he told me to meet at hg one hour later. WTF, and so i rushed off down to hougang and met up with morgan and yk to pass them the books they ordered on the way. reached at 7 and still had to wait for vic and wc for like.. an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wc led the way to long john and lots of stuff happened which i am so lazy to comment on =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway must chiong for tomorrow! $2000 waiting for us to grab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EDIT: it takes me courage to look forward and never look back. thats why i deleted some contacts off my msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1614457274956263671?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1614457274956263671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1614457274956263671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1614457274956263671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1614457274956263671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/strategy.html' title='strategy'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5928681955376114100</id><published>2007-06-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:28:26.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is precious</title><content type='html'>random stuff: for once, i fear death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning, and felt some pain in my mouth. it wasn't ulcer. it was my tongue which was damn painful. i looked into the mirror, and i saw a lot of tiny hard lumps on my tongue, and the sides of my tongue were splitting up (for your info it wasn't the small tiny red lumps that most peeps have after eating some salty stuff too much; i had it before and this time it wasn't the same kind of lumps that i have now). i went WTF straight away, but didn't tell my mum about it because i don't want her to worry so much since she was already sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the end. i had a fucking bad time eating my breakfast. damn painful. i can't even taste the bak zhang i was eating in the morning. all i felt was sharp pain on my tongue. ate one and decided not to eat already. went of to je library to study with wh mx and jj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was studying there, suddenly i felt the lump was getting bigger, and part of my tongue seemed to be peeling off. worried, i went into the toilet and stared at the mirror for 10 minutes just to examine my tongue. the lumps swelled, and one of them was as big as a water droplet. fuck. and part of the flesh of my tongue seemed to be peeling off. there were white spots on the underside of my tongue, and also some greenish marks on the lumps. damn painful. tried to rinse my mouth plenty of times and hoping that the pain would be relieved. went out of the washroom later and pretended as normal. can't concentrate on my studies at all, because i had lots of thoughts in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the lumps are cancerous? have i really lived enough? what if i die? what happens to my next of kins after that? have i done what i wanted to do? can god save me from this torture? help me. i don't want to live with regrets. i haven't seen the world enough. really. these lumps freaked me off the entire day, even though i tried to act normal today. tried to indulge myself into mugging without thinking about other stuff, but in the end i only covered 50% and it wasn't enough for me to pass even. maybe i should see a specialist asap if the lumps still don't disappear by sunday. hope it gets off by then. god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be nosebleeds, and now it's my tongue giving me problems. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to die. i admit i am afraid death. i am just not prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5928681955376114100?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5928681955376114100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5928681955376114100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5928681955376114100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5928681955376114100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-precious.html' title='life is precious'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3009820538817285301</id><published>2007-06-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:29:29.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: it's bad to get emo during exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed my chemistry mcq literally. it's like marking on a toto betting slip hoping for rewards to fall upon me. and it's almost the same as toto. in toto, you mark 6 digits hoping to get at least 3 correct so that you can win a prize. in today's case, i shaded 40 boxes just to hope at least 25 correct just to PASS. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why, still. was emo during exams. and it really sucks, because i can't concentrate at all. and i emo-ed all the way until toa payoh when yt and wl cheered me up. zh came along to study as well at lib. vic dropped by to change back to his old phone. yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study, i want my results to come out well to pay off for my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and i miss yvonne lim (NY de) &lt;/strike&gt; oops. where got la. lol. she's so different now as compared from the past. heh. and yt and wl tried to blackmail me -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3009820538817285301?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3009820538817285301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3009820538817285301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3009820538817285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3009820538817285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/wake-me-up.html' title='wake me up!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-9056118873907955041</id><published>2007-06-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:31:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftops (A Liberal Broadcast)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: screaming my heart out. letting my heart out of misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album:&lt;/b&gt; Liberation Transmission (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; Rooftops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time is up,&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done,&lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make a mark,&lt;br /&gt;This time.&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love I've met,&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;If it all ends now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make our mark,&lt;br /&gt;This time.&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till the bomb drops,&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;Watching every sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;All the love that we've felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till the bomb drops,&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Scream until your heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret,&lt;br /&gt;Watching every sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;All the love that we've felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Scream your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;This is all we've got now,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-9056118873907955041?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/9056118873907955041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=9056118873907955041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9056118873907955041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/9056118873907955041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/rooftops-liberal-broadcast.html' title='Rooftops (A Liberal Broadcast)'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1352047730223277144</id><published>2007-06-19T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:32:08.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U make me sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff. U make me so fucked up, no matter how many As i got this time. fuck U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn demoralised. and sad. i am now expecting U for maths. studied damn fucking hard, and yet i don't even think i can score more than 10 marks out of 100. fucking hell. and in the end i was so demoralised that i wrote this on the paper "who the fuck is the setter? THANKS for the wake up call that make me damn fucked up now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though econs was a surprise package, which i think i can score for that paper, i am still pissed at myself. why am i so dumb for maths? damn extreme. the only times i failed to get A is always U and no other grades. what the fuck is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1352047730223277144?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1352047730223277144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1352047730223277144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1352047730223277144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1352047730223277144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/u-make-me-sad.html' title='U make me sad.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3537537301396331396</id><published>2007-06-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:32:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perpetually yawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: fuck all up. vectors and complex numbers ruining my life, together with nose bleeds. what's wrong with my body now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's damn awful. sick of it. i want to sleep! but i can't, because i still got chapters more to go through. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3537537301396331396?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3537537301396331396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3537537301396331396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3537537301396331396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3537537301396331396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/perpetually-yawning.html' title='perpetually yawning'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-4882857835310129910</id><published>2007-06-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:33:22.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; random stuff: three words. just fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today isn't a good day after all. mr chng keep on staring at me like wtf. as if i can't do GP at all is it? it's not taiko that i scored a C for last term's GP la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. 2 marks gone for vocab. i forgot the word "annihilate" in my head. just fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehx. tomorrow's maths and econs. hectic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-4882857835310129910?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/4882857835310129910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=4882857835310129910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4882857835310129910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/4882857835310129910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3111904077293867870</id><published>2007-06-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:33:51.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time is now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: exams in 11 hours. hurdles ahead, i won't be pulled back by obstacles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today will be the day to start rising up and fighting back&lt;br /&gt;And from this moment on we will live our lives&lt;br /&gt;With open hearts and open eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;targets for this round of common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP - A&lt;br /&gt;maths - A&lt;br /&gt;chemistry - A&lt;br /&gt;physics - C&lt;br /&gt;econs - B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint aiming too high for econs, because i have to focus much on my maths paper and it clashes on the same day as econs. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the rule of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt; possession of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; working &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK INK&lt;/span&gt; pens and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINIMUM&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.7mm&lt;/span&gt; for each is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSURD&lt;/span&gt;. dumb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GP&lt;/span&gt; department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3111904077293867870?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3111904077293867870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3111904077293867870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3111904077293867870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3111904077293867870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-is-now.html' title='the time is now.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3362362603920143278</id><published>2007-06-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:34:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a fubar day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: fucked up beyond all recognition. no day is as bad as today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So take me back, back to better days&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time between is wasting me away&lt;br /&gt;So take me back, when we were not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time between is wasting me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting me away, Waste away&lt;br /&gt;So now we're running, we're running blind into the light&lt;br /&gt;And we fall behind&lt;br /&gt;We're running and wasting away with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. though today's a day with lots of consolation, i ain't in a good mood still. i am so dumb. i broke my camera's focus sensor. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have taken for granted, that i can hold my hands tight. my butter fingers gave way, and it slipped off the support and i didn't even secure the string onto my hand for once. have no one to blame but to fuck myself up. now i am going to be bankrupt. i need to fork out nearly $100 plus just to fix the problem. I AM CASH STRAPPED! sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nissan UD on 851, and exchanging phone with vic doesn't help much either. i got no coins to pay for the ticket on 851, and i exchanged phone with vic only because his phone rejects his SIM card. blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. a day to forget - today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3362362603920143278?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3362362603920143278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3362362603920143278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3362362603920143278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3362362603920143278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-fubar-day.html' title='today is a fubar day'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7373528718375569872</id><published>2007-06-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:35:03.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn guilty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i cant deny the fact that i LOVE MY IPOD NANO A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so guilty. for not spending my time efficiently. brought all my books down to JE lib, but in the end never touched most of them at all. horrible. spent most of my time surfing the net, and bloody mh went to surf p0rn when i was unaware, WTF. somemore that laptop belongs to my friend. fuck you. i know you are damn deprived of gals during NS, but you should know where to do the right thing at the right timing yea? and somemore you still dare to use it facing the rest. fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was studying with zh and wh. mh only came at 5pm just to say hi to us and sat down a while. he was busily flirting with wh's classmate for 3 hours before he finally decided to find us. what the heck, so deprived during NS? zh was tempted to buy a mp3 player when he saw something on the laptop screen - creative STONE. $69, and quite stylish. he kept pondering about it and never studied much. in the end, we went to the creative sales just to accompany zh to buy a mp3 player, not creative stone but zen though - $55. it's $14 cheaper, and more economical for zh to buy it since his purpose is to have a simple display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went imm and got my nano pouch for $10. bagman. the brand sounds wierd, but the logo is damn nice la. haha. went on to have ice kacang at bagus foodcourt, and bought a screen protector before going to cck to meet up with vic to return his laptop. went home via zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some of the musings of the day:&lt;br /&gt;- lisa and xinyi walked around the library for 2 hours plus in their school uniform!&lt;br /&gt;- one maid was forced by a RJ student to help her do survey for PW (damn lazy la that bitch)&lt;br /&gt;- rejected mh's calls a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;- new express service 188E starting from 25 june 2007&lt;br /&gt;- i know how to use iTunes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7373528718375569872?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/7373528718375569872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=7373528718375569872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7373528718375569872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7373528718375569872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/damn-guilty.html' title='damn guilty.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3348855936806757041</id><published>2007-06-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:37:04.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: just realised i have something to say, but you might not see it, and i guess i will still have to continue to write it. but don't worry, because most peeps don't know my blog address and they won't know whats going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things changed. i have to let things go by now. it's meaningless for me to cling on something that doesn't really benefit anyone in life, but instead inflict more harm. i have understood now. and i guess i gonna leave you for good, and maybe things will only work out for both of us this way (and maybe thats what you want too). it may seem to be a tragic end to our friendship, but i rather end a short-term friendship, over a long-term friendship which i might even kill myself if it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't pursue this matter. i guess i should let nature decide for me how my life should be. you can find me annoying, stubborn, insensitive, childish, naive, or any other negative traits of my personality, but let me tell you. i have had enough of it. seriously speaking if you don't want to see me forever, i will. i know what you have in mind. i know why. it may be due to my part. i shouldn't have done it for whatever reason you could think of. it sucks to live on like this, when you are trying hard to avoid me at all costs and i try to mend this friendship between us still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, only a stubborn fool like me, will be able to tolerate your frustration and attitude. and times changed. you have made me realised something: i have lost a friend. a friend who was there for me to share my problems and console me. a friend who was there to wake me up when i was in crisis. a friend who used to give me advice for lots of stuff. she was there, brightening up my life while i was still able to see her in school. the good old days, i spent with her alone, looking at her bright smile brightened my day. and those days were the ones that i won't forget, because it's the peak of our friendship. everything seemed to go downhill later. and i admitted that i didn't cherish the friendship well when i should be, and always take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was when you were away, that i realised that i have fallen for you so deeply. it's so deep that i couldn't even swim to ashore, and i was going to drown. how foolish i was, to think that you would accept me. it turned out otherwise. you turned me away, and walked away. i couldn't help, but tears are being held in my eyes. i was about to shed my tears, but i told myself not to, because i thought it might be better just by maintaining a good friendship between you and me. we still chatted a lot through phone and msn. we still had dinner at the end of the day at times. but now i found myself having woken up from a dream. a dream that might never come true forever. i just want to treat you like a good friend, trying to shower you my care and concern, but you have treated me like a devil's advocate. you were always reluctantly giving me replies. and i know it. i ain't that dumb. i know what your mind was thinking about, "CAN THIS FUCKING BASTARD STOP PESTERING ME AND ANNOY ME?". i was being dumb, trying to salvage the friendship. i was being naive, thinking that we could still be having the same kind of friendship like the past.i haven't changed much at all. i am still the same old me. but i have realised, you are no longer the friend i knew in the past. what happened recently really convinced me. i have to go. vanishing from your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you should know this. the sooner the eagle flies the coop, the sooner the high-flying eagle livin' begins. though you also know it's scary to let go. it's just like holding on to a time bomb without knowing when it will explode. it's damn hard for me to let this go, but really, i don't wish harm to be inflicted on both of us and ended up having to suffer. you have your own commitments to attend to, and i have mine too. it was my mistake to tell you that i missed you damn lots last time, and i shouldn't have said so, even if i am facing that problem. because i know, you will feel guilty. you won't feel nice if someone is willing to do anything just for you. you won't want to carry the guilt forever. you don't want to be blamed for causing all the trouble. i know. i know you won't feel good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all i know, if there's any outings or whatsoever organised, i don't think i should go, even if i miss others lots and when i am free. because i know, the sight of me irks you so much that you want to kill me instantly. and i know it well, so i shouldn't let you feel hurt. and i guess, i will have to make this great sacrifice. by taking multiple steps back, and live in solitude. away from you. i can do everything for you like a shadow, just to ensure that you live happily ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are in an emo-state recently, being pissed off so easily. i guess the main culprit is me, for causing you to have such a fiery temper and spamming vulgarities everywhere from blog to msn. and i just hope you could chill, and maybe just forget everything. forget everything literally. just do what you like. maybe it's the last day i am talking to you because i won't talk to you anymore since you find me so annoying. i shall not irritate you, nor pushing you to the limits. even if i see you on the roads coincidentally, i may not even greet you, since that's what you really want me to be - invisible to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163 days of friendship. i am not sure if things are going right for now. but i just feel that i should just let this sail away. don't worry about this being read by other peeps you know of. this blog isn't seen by distant peeps, only peeps that i am closer with. i am shedding this last bit of tears before i end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all the trouble i have caused. sorry for all the misery that i inflicted on you. and thanks for being a friend for once. i will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for your future endeavours. and i will still support you for whatever you do. and if you want to tell me something, and by all means, feel free to do so. and i will reply if there's a need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3348855936806757041?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3348855936806757041/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1257560185657607005</id><published>2007-06-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:37:46.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO GET INTO FSV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i just want to get a nice A level cert, apply scholarship, go overseas uni for FSV. or maybe MCM in NTU. it's all about HARD WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn cool la. those stuff at the apple showroom at cine. the more i keep putting my eyes on those stuff, the greater desire for me wanting to enter fsv-related studies. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at the countdown counter* 138 days more to A levels. time is tickling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, time flies damn fast afterall. before you know it, term 3's starting. and my mid years are just some days away. and i guess that's the time that i can't slack much. now i am still able to joke around and study at the same time, but by the time mid year is over, i gonna get my ass off my comfy and STUDY LIKE A MUGGER TOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the same shit doesn't come again whenever i am mugging for major exams. i screwed my CL during sec 3 because of high fever; my O levels during sec 4 because of chicken pox; and also my H1CL last year which i nearly screwed up. i jolly well know it, and praying hard everyday that craps dont fall upon me and god bless. bless me that i have a smooth journey ahead. just let me cross this hurdle smoothly without building any last minute obstacles for me to tumble upon. i am really sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hope some stuff today gets me motivated to study. or rather, I MUST STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1257560185657607005?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1257560185657607005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1257560185657607005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1257560185657607005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1257560185657607005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-get-into-fsv.html' title='I WANT TO GET INTO FSV!'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-3711662386623524139</id><published>2007-06-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:38:45.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i feel so dead now. i just want to get over it, and enjoy my sleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from toa payoh. damn shagged now, even though i didn't do much other than the 2 full topics of chemistry for today and highlighting notes and stuff. didn't touch my maths at all though i brought them out to lib today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today, except that i see more peeps sleeping in library openly nowadays. in the past few days, the security guard has to act as an alarm clock to wake all sleepy patrons up. and let me write a bit about my learning journal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"today, i learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE GASEOUS STATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PV=nRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assumptions of kinetic theory of gases&lt;br /&gt;- volume of gas molecules is negligible compared with that of container&lt;br /&gt;- no forces of attraction between gas molecules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real gas deviates from ideal gas behaviour because&lt;br /&gt;- molecule of a real gas has a definite molecular size&lt;br /&gt;- forces of attraction between gas molecules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real gas behaves ideally at:&lt;br /&gt;- High temperatures: molecules have higher kinetic energy and hence have sufficient energy to oversome effect of intermolecular forces&lt;br /&gt;- Low pressures: volume occupied by gas is large and the gas molecules are well spaced out. Thus, volume of the gas molecules becomes negligible compared to the volume of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMICAL EQUILIBRIUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Chatelier's principle: if a system in equilibrium is subjected to a change which disturbs the equilibrium, the system responds in such a way to counteract the effect of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pressure is increased, the position of equilibrium shifts to the right as to reduce the pressure by decreasing no. of gas molecules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For endothermic)&lt;br /&gt;As temperature increases, equilibrium shifts to the right to favour the exothermic reaction so as to produce some heat and result in less products formed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tired now. good nitex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-3711662386623524139?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/3711662386623524139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=3711662386623524139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3711662386623524139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/3711662386623524139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='i want to sleep.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5153049128389732555</id><published>2007-06-12T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:39:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock me some senses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: got pwned by mr tan this morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel the kick of doing physics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5153049128389732555?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5153049128389732555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5153049128389732555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5153049128389732555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5153049128389732555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/knock-me-some-senses.html' title='knock me some senses.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-2674600663638011140</id><published>2007-06-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:17:00.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is damn small.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: now i see familiar faces again at toa payoh. the peeps dont change, but the stuff they study change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tpy library to study today. made a new friend today - weng lun (leon's classmate). we mugged our own subjects in the morning - WL mug for chem, leon mug for phy and i mug for econs (ms tiong wanted to see me at 1pm.) while we were mugging, i saw sandy at the corner with someone else. apparently she never saw me at all, though i tried signalling to her once. only realised it when i talked to her just now online. haha. guessed she almost forgot about me because i never talked to her for 1 year plus. i also saw hansel, apparently he seemed shocked to see me in library to study, me too. he's the slacker type who do last minute revision and got into VJ. grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off at 12.30pm. i knew i was going to be late for consultation, so i tried to go to jj via the expressway by taking 985 and transfer. however, i was still late for 40 minutes, because i overslept on bus again. argh! what a sickening habit of mine. ran to school, and when i reached, ms tiong was already going through the last question of case study. never mind, since i have already studied for econs yesterday. went through some monetary and fiscal policy stuff and how it affects BOP and how to solve the 4 macroeconomic problems etc. left jj at around 3pm and went back to tpy lib. i almost overslept on the bus again. blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rm2CMQoKCm8AAGDQOBA1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rm2CMQoKCm8AAGDQOBA1/P6116905.JPG?et=LAaFJUCz5v7jGHShCRhkpA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sleepy as the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when i reached the library, i cant find leon and WL, and only realised they went out to play with their classmates at the arcade above macs. good job. i studied alone for like 30 minutes before they came back, and we took the corner seats once they were vacant. we mugged and mugged, and suddenly we talked about the peeps in NY whom i know of, and yvonne lim (my sec sch mate and their classmate) was the highlight of the day. we highlighted every part of  her, from her physical appearance to her character. then we saw 3 empty seats at one table (the other seat was occupied by a gal). initially i asked them whether they wanted to shift there, but WL didn't dare to sit down as he felt it's quite scary for a gal to be surrounded by 3 guys suddenly. so we didn't in the end. continued talking and mugging until one table was completely vacant before we sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rm2CoAoKCm8AAGVUoaE1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rm2CoAoKCm8AAGVUoaE1/P6116916.JPG?et=Qqh0RQoAT%2BIz4XSP3J2aHA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the table; ain't allowed to book seats, but some others still do it. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then ah lau msg leon. think he's too bored, so he tried asking us out for dinner at night. agreed, and we mugged for 30 minutes before we went out. settled for kolo mee with abalone (sounds damn high-class eh?) and he really treated us each with a cup of aloe vera plus the noodles. thanks a lot ah lau, haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rm2DJAoKCm8AAG1S0Ks1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rm2DJAoKCm8AAG1S0Ks1/P6116918.JPG?et=Ycpu79ct24mnN%2CC0r9YgEg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he also shared with us his experience being a "high-class cleaner" at raffles place. damn funny sia. need to wear suit and bring along a briefcase to work. went to yakun kaya toast and talked for more. while we were crapping stuff, one guy actually drove a crane along the passageway of HDB hub. so big! haha. we were all staring at the crane, but ah lau stared at the little girl who was accompanying her dad on the crane. omg paedophile! ahha jkjk. continued chatting till 10.30pm, and we left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's gonna be hectic too, mr tan's gonna see me for consultation for physics!&lt;br /&gt;(lazy to upload photos. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-2674600663638011140?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/2674600663638011140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=2674600663638011140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2674600663638011140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/2674600663638011140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-world-is-damn-small.html' title='this world is damn small.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-5037968370660109780</id><published>2007-06-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:15:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live from queenstown library.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: queenstown library is damn cold! *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at queenstown library. been here since 3pm. the library is damn empty, and i don't see many muggers around. guess it's rather desserted due to its location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwhEQoKCm8AACbCUoo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwhEQoKCm8AACbCUoo1/P6106903.JPG?et=mPEUKMyWOkfCPOdTihig7g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queenstown library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today was a rather slightly constructive day, having done all my chemistry organic chem tutorials and brushed up a bit of macroecons stuff. but i doubt i am doing enough to achieve my desired grades for mid year, because i seem to have doubts in a lot of stuff. save me. i know it's not a levels yet, but still. i still need the momentum to start studying and prepare for my a levels. i need pacing. studying alone will instead make me slack more, just like what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a rather ordinary day, except maybe one stuff that can be highlighted. that is, sara jie got harrassed by one sicko pervert. apparently that horny guy listed jie as the girl he wanna fuck most among the forum peeps. that's damn gross, furthermore he termed my jie as his "baobei". what a fucker he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to track him down, and came up with a few names. but i don't think i should jump to conclusions while investigations are still being conducted. looked at the profile of that clone, and found out that he's consistently typing the same year of birth for every of his account. 1989. (and coincidentally that bastard is of the same age as me, i found that out.) seeked lao niang (retired policewoman) for help. she told me to tell my jie to be wary, and if a PM was being sent to her by the sicko, she should call the police immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to play mind games with that sicko. he still got the balls to play with me. then jie appeared out of nowhere and take that sicko down. but the sicko tried to retaliate by saying mushy stuff to her. in the end a threat to report to the police was made, and that sicko vanished from nowhere at that point of time. jie then made copies of the pages that had attacks by the sicko being directed at her. i guess she killed one tree down after printing those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fool the guy is. nothing better to do and serves him right! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still freezing cold. brrr... gonna have lim kopi session with jared and jo @ clementi later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: 2328hrs]&lt;br /&gt;went on to meet jared and jo at clementi hawker centre. jo was still busy eating katong laksa when i called him, so i went to meet jared first. had one bowl of laksa, and it tastes ordinary. no strong taste of coconut and the cockles they use doesn't seem fresh to me. blehx. i want my katong, and only 328 katong, laksa! urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo arrived at 9pm. finally. and he's holding a O2 atom now (the last time i saw him he was using a hp ipaq). damn rich sia he. change pda everytime i see him. had satay, 7 sticks per person. this satay isn't any ordinary chicken, mutton or beef satay; it's pork satay! never heard before, but now i know where to get pork satay. and the stall only sells pork satay and nothing else! i wonder how they survive on selling pork satays and earn their income. pork satay was damn delicious! there's a bit of sweetness in the meat and it's damn crunchy and juicy! nice. ordered sugar cane and we talked about our sec sch lives. jo told us about the life in new town and how notorious the sch is. with fighting cases and one student even had his front row of teeth knocked off from the jaws. scary. while he was sharing his story, his friend (a gal) msg him to ask him to gay-lang (purposely spelt this way by her) with her tomorrow night! wow. jared and i were jealous. haha. jo really has karma for such things eh. then he told me that he has jolene's number! but i dont think i should add, unless he intro her to me. wahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at about 10pm. jared went the other way home. jo and i walked to the bus stop to take 154 towards eunos. on the bus we saw 2 of jo's juniors having long hair. their hair is damn frickin long la, but jo told me in NTSS it's normal, because of a slacking DM. no wonder NTSS becomes an even sloppy school now. jo got off at sunset way while i took all the way to toa payoh to meet vic to return his stuff. went home on 88 from there. damn tired. and i have to see ms tiong only at 1 pm. that means i have to leave toa payoh lib tmr at 12.20 and go back earliest at 3.10. argh. I WANT MORNING SLOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... to zhenghui: get well soon! ^^ must see doc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-5037968370660109780?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/5037968370660109780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=5037968370660109780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5037968370660109780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/5037968370660109780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/live-from-queenstown-library.html' title='live from queenstown library.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-7111306947470144969</id><published>2007-06-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:14:30.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nocturnal owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: i ain't attacking. i ain't blaming anyone, but time simply sucks. changes through time all suck. sucks big time! &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=QrkrPHZPfUDNTXY-GM-AAACC-7684"&gt; My personalDNA Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home. physically tired but mentally active. today's the 2nd time that i reached home after 12 midnight for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out of house since 11am. junliang and leon were trying to contact me repeatedly through my handphone, but it happened that i turned it to silent mode and couldn't hear the ring while i was asleep. then junliang finally called me up, but through my house number. i forgot when i gave my house number to him already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at KFC at rivervale mall. as usual, 2 pc chicken meal, changed the whipped potato to fries, upsized the drink, and bought a tub of 50-cent cheese. junliang and leon saw what i ordered, and followed suit. and while eating, they were complaining that the cheese was way too much and couldn't finish them up. so i ended up helping them to clear them all! so full. hah. studied my maths, did my vectors. it seems that i haven't touched maths for a long time since before the hols because i forgot how to press the calculator! oh damn it. still asked them how to do some questions which required only simple understanding and stuff =x  and also, there's also a dog in the kfc! it seems as if the owner's gonna buy the meal for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwdJAoKCm8AAE@Lcmw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwdJAoKCm8AAE@Lcmw1/P6096864.JPG?et=Rds9s0HeAWKyamFcz07KGw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woof! my meal my meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while studying there, some nchs peeps passed by and talked to both JL and leon for 2 times at least, and they were annoyed by the fact that those guys were tempting them to attend their sec sch class BBQ. it's also good to be  ps-kias for once, because the night activity was much more better, and they need not waste their energy and time cook their own food too. anyway we came across this signboard outside. no men allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rmwd1AoKCm8AAFqXbbo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rmwd1AoKCm8AAFqXbbo1/P6096877.JPG?et=PACQR%2BZSdnIKZ6MpFvIo7g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no men allowed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;left at 5.30. walked all the way from rivervale mall to compass point. it doesnt seem that far though it was located about 5 bus stops away. asked phil down with his laptop, but apparently it's out of batt. doesn't really make a diff. so leon went to phil's house to check for any last minute PM sent to him and JL followed me to rivervale plaza to buy stuff. we bought some stuff, ranging from anything, watever to cod fish and even sour preservatives such as dried orange and sour plums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmweiQoKCm8AAGRuAGQ1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmweiQoKCm8AAGRuAGQ1/P6096878.JPG?et=wtfRGnXJPAilxo0Y2ZA%2Cmw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangkar LRT. think i havent been here since 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went to meet some others back at sengkang via the LRT and travelled to thanggam. we walked to the same prata shop that i have visited a few weeks back and had our dinner. had my usual stuff, just that i ordered one more milo dino and the sight of peiqi's ice cream prata in front of me was damn tempting. but i succeeded in overcoming my temptations! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwfTQoKCm8AAHHrAaY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwfTQoKCm8AAHHrAaY1/P6096892.JPG?et=j6CSpnCjcNZPNQKMu68q7Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's anticipating to eat. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwfuwoKCm8AAHkg65w1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwfuwoKCm8AAHkg65w1/P6096895.JPG?et=oiAV1oXqRGmcvfBKtF0tbg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream prata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after meal time, it was games time. took out all the stuff that JL, leon and i bought. we tried mixing the ingredients into a small paper cup. and then we played the "guess-the-number" game. whoever guessed the number correctly would have to do a forfeit by drinking the concoction and eating up the solid residue left! most of the players complained that the sour preservatives and cod fish were damn disgusting, and peiqi even put in lemon while she was trying to concoct a mixture. i spammed redbull tonic drink into the mixture to make it taste worse. haha. we played, until the last round when most of the stuff were emptied and darren was the "lucky" one, because he guessed the number correctly at the first try immediately after the number was being set. serves him right for shouting "44"! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwgFQoKCm8AAHxbZ@Y1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwgFQoKCm8AAHxbZ@Y1/P6096896.JPG?et=V3DkoW70jLZOcuUYiDxaIQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmwghQoKCm8AAAfsUic1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmwghQoKCm8AAAfsUic1/P6096897.JPG?et=JSiOYktUwQIKpaACiTgQdg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon with darren, ah lau and phil after playing the last round of the game because the place was filled up with customers and quite a number of peeps were actually waiting for us to leave. others went home and we rode on a non aircon mk 2 on 103. the feeling was damn nostalgic and cooling, because of the chilling wind blowing at my face, together with the kampong ambience at jalan kayu. so nice! supposed to have a lim kopi session but the kopitiams were all filled up with pax. so we had no choice but to go macs. had ice cream cone there and we had a random chit chat session until 12 plus when i had to catch the last bus to reach home. and they accompanied me to the bus stop before hopping elsewhere to have their desserts and chit chat session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-7111306947470144969?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/7111306947470144969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=7111306947470144969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7111306947470144969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/7111306947470144969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/nocturnal-owl.html' title='nocturnal owl'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8017004644594157471</id><published>2007-06-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:12:06.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with my camera, my laptop and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: the photographer and a digital artist. and after all i ain't a true science person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to study at national library today in the afternoon. brushed up my physics stuff because my conceptual knowledge is damn weak. seriously i can't afford to flunk any subs this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic came to library and tempt me again. damn. now he's got photoshop on his laptop and i couldn't resist the temptation and edited one photo. took me 3 hours to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmlvEAoKCm8AACKmOcg1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmlvEAoKCm8AACKmOcg1/0702_172.JPG?et=Awkx5XJuFH8nF1ZI43Z7oA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmlvTwoKCm8AACVOEmo1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmlvTwoKCm8AACVOEmo1/0702_172_sbst.jpg?et=zcbRiFaySc36GqUUV%2BvttA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this. obviously SBST has no DAFs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me any pictures and i will help you edit to what suits you. (: anyway, found one exhibit in the library about the history of the libraries in singapore. didn't realised yio chu kang had library for once during the 1950s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rmlw0QoKCm8AAEqmXf41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rmlw0QoKCm8AAEqmXf41/P6086858.JPG?et=TAe5Wvc0sDFq6eWr7RHVJg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i didn't got a chance to take one interesting architectural shot until just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RmlxPQoKCm8AAFfvOy41"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RmlxPQoKCm8AAFfvOy41/P6086860.JPG?et=OrGXGvlP9nfxymf9mimFsg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting me dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gonna meet up with friends whom i haven't seen for a long time tomorrow and study with them at sengkang! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rml9cAoKCm8AADIAtVc1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rml9cAoKCm8AADIAtVc1/P6086862.JPG?et=skDXcErqPo%2BM5TJOqhDMDA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where i gonna spend my night at. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rml9cAoKCm8AADIAtVc1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8017004644594157471?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8017004644594157471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8017004644594157471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8017004644594157471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8017004644594157471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-my-camera-my-laptop-and-me.html' title='with my camera, my laptop and me'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-1029094701811741507</id><published>2007-06-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:11:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop speaking to me in mandarin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random stuff: please, spare me from speaking mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. control me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that ever since i entered jj, i had spoken 90% of my sentences in mandarin. that is fucking loads seriously. just now i saw my sec sch friend victor (yeo). he just finished canoeing training and when i started a convo with him in mandarin, he replied straightaway to me in english and asked me why i spoke to him in mandarin in the first place when i spoke to him in english in sec sch usually. initially i thought he was being influenced by NJ peeps (most of them are english-speaking), but i recalled back to my sec sch days. i really spoke more english as compared to mandarin then. back in the days during my sec sch era, i spoke english mostly to my friends because they used english to interact usually, except to some of my friends who are more chinese-oriented and in the top higher chinese band classes. now i found myself speaking mandarin in 9 out of 10 sentences, and the 1 sentence that i spoke in english was usually to malays and seah's co. that's really pathetic. i can't keep on speaking mandarin in school, but if the peeps keep on interacting with me in mandarin, it's quite rude for me to reply them in english instead. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway met up with vic (lim - my bud) and kenny at bishan and went to eat at katong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/1/P6076814.JPG?et=X2dGeSrQe2dOYjCqr+hR1Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the one which had air-conditioned dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite a long time since i went katong to eat. guessed it has been 3 years since i last came for meals. we ordered some food and it was vic's treat today! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/3/P6076826.JPG?et=hmkEaVJPBFkvLT5qgDBKhA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laksa and teh peng! nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we ordered a bowl of laksa costing $4 each. and teh peng. woots! ate already, but still wanted to try more! the gravy was simply scrumptious! or rather, simply beyond words. not gonna be a spoiler here. and we also ordered rojak after we finished the laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/4/P6076828.JPG?et=SUIvaz42lcPRePfUO,j+uA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rojak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we spent our time trying to use the picks to poke at the beansprouts and failed to do so. we ended up using spoon to scoop them up. haha what a bunch of losers are we =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/5/P6076830.JPG?et=ihW8kD3hF55Fg1B4oR3bSQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished our food. haha. and we went off to the bus stop about 800 metres away. on the way there we saw some unique shophouses and i took some photos of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/2/P6076822.JPG?et=M2nc+oJm9R9jaoBiYmm+nA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old shophouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/6/P6076835.JPG?et=E1tj1jMP923AAXrqEDT,Ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just saw another katong laksa outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/8/P6076838.JPG?et=HComL3m9KwHkiJ7AwIjBLw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed it is! the first outlet of katong laksa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/9/P6076845.JPG?et=Gf2nv9hUT7Dx98GdnJdNYA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esso petrol kiosk @ night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home from the bus stop near the kiosk. reached home at around 9.15pm and saw the pasar malam downstairs. some of the stuff reminded me of my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/10"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/10/P6076847.JPG?et=ICN6XlY3kHLvd4zLcNnmOA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air pump-ed castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/12/11"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/300x300/11/P6076848.JPG?et=y6MtjoP5ujHQ6PH15oqKzA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really missed riding them loads, but i cant ride now. boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-1029094701811741507?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/1029094701811741507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=1029094701811741507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1029094701811741507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/1029094701811741507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/stop-speaking-to-me-in-mandarin.html' title='stop speaking to me in mandarin.'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735858432435719633.post-8854004871164383406</id><published>2007-06-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:09:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from cdc chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Random stuff: THANKS guys who pinned me down and smear COLGATE all over my head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from camp. frickin tired. slept halfway while blogging and in the end got a good scolding by dad for not switching off the power overnight. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway cdc camp was fun, except of some black sheeps. (black sheeps referring to those who were trying to show elitism within the camp - those "greenies" on 1st day and "oranges" on 2nd day) shall not comment much on them, but those bitches and bastards left the camp on 2nd day afternoon and never attended the ceremony. thank dm lee for sacking those sc and blasted the rest in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/1/P6056761.JPG?et=ReGGM+6aOhofV39p,7SxlA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ferris wheel - yet to be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;departed jj at 3.20pm and reached fairy point bungalow at about 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/15"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/15/P6066789.JPG?et=h1og8EWPnloR2haUO8L60Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unpacked all the stuff and preparations and by the time we finished it, it was already 7. had our dinner at the chalet since ms alvina didn't approve us of having night activities after 7 (and that seriously sucks). then seeked permission from sharifah mdm to go out with ernest and roger (because i know my way out), and we went to changi village and bought our stuff and had some kind of supper there. we had desserts and satay and ernest gave up queueing up for nasi lemak. haha. then we tried to find homosexuals at the carpark but failed to. so we bought some fries and liquor and went back to chalet by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/12"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/12/P6066784.JPG?et=m2XlqFaRV1Svd8E9iyiSfA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beers that i bought. 4 kinds. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went back, and i saw seah arriving with red wine to celebrate my birthday. went to the room and tried to open the cork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/5/P6056767.JPG?et=9qhRR1CfBwNvaklLSg+Tfw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13% volume alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, some officers came into the room to do a spot check and seah dumped the cup outside the window and one of the officers shouted "boy, no littering" but i think he just closed one eye. martin then tried to hid this bottle in the drain behind the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/6/P6056771.JPG?et=zOcaR0iMhJtRPHjY8mpPnw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice spot to hide eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when the all-clear signal was given (the officers went to changi village to eat), we went back to our room and drank the red wine with some others. nice wine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/7"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/7/P6056773.JPG?et=ydLkBU5SeLPBgj1DQMTktQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottle, cork and wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finished drinking, seah decided to visit old changi hospital before going home, so seah and i accompanied him together with vincent, ernest and zhenghan. walked one big round before realising OCH is just 10 metres away from the chalet! we walked up hendon road and it was damn dark and spooky. cold winds blew against us. walked to the end of hendon road and saw the building. due to limited lights, i was unable to take many photographs of the area. the ground was filled with shattered debris such as glass pieces and leaves. vandalism was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/9/P6056776.JPG?et=osDs7D+nhavtnD8biE+VgQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vandalism no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/10"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/10/P6056779.JPG?et=Aq9w+72wuiAAGjN6Pq+QFw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vandalism no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all those vandals tried to scare peeps off, but they seemed to exaggerate things too much. the A&amp;E department was already demolished and that was the "highlight" of the OCH. went back to the chalet and chiong mahjong overnight with my mini mahjong set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/4/P6056769.JPG?et=aAGwjy3W0cBA5MqrivMlzw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played on the stool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/3/P6056766.JPG?et=qm0yoB2jduvUYyaV6juprw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and created a mess out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chiong-ed mahjong till 3am when i knocked out. was supposed to order mac delivery but i ended up sleeping till 8am in the morning. urgh. missed my sunrise shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8am. slacked around because there was no breakfast till 10am. everyone was hungry. we had our activities and all and i facilitated the j1 activities. shall not talk much about it since it's gonna be a long mundane list of activities such as egg throwing, building tallest building with straws, planning the CSSP project and CSI activities. (and i need sharifah  to send me the photos so that i can blog them!) and i was being COLGATE-ed by the guys and they pinned me down hard onto the ground and zh smeared toothpaste all over my head. damn! and gals were all laughing while watching.  never mind, i give u all chance to do wierd stuff to me since you guys had no chance to tekan me on my birthday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the presentation of certs, it was dinner time! EXTREMELY HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/16"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/16/P6066790.JPG?et=bBzqNUvi3BEsI1iJXpkfjg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time. let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/17"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/17/P6066791.JPG?et=,kbWYSmMXhseutIsMPd9dw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zheng hui and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/19/P6066793.JPG?et=vEKrPwX9Jdd1U1OKiyBzrw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff to be bbq-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/18"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/18/P6066792.JPG?et=7rugt0t2yC+qHU3+5tn1zg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM lee wants to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/20"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/20/P6066794.JPG?et=l4KnRwOB0Ih89ntKzh1Sbg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team building activities with food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while they were still having a BBQ, ernest and zhi hong went with me to walk at the boardwalk to see what's at the end of it. we saw the jetty and it was sunset! a consolation for my missing sunrise shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/21"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/21/P6066796.JPG?et=cgfbBNblyG8t9LZB0NFv+Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it look like some kampong life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/23"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/23/P6066802.JPG?et=Ot+kuHgh3FKb+5VCZvPeHg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still better to be in this chalet, clear view of sunrise and sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walked back to the chalet, and they were still enjoying food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/25"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/25/P6066809.JPG?et=IlSAla4do+ywe9Prr6Af8g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... how much food left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/24"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/24/P6066807.JPG?et=2HdS2iNCopJ+dNvJsdhXKw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then everyone left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for video screening to watch what we have done over these 2 days. fun and laughter, joy and tears. thanks sharifah for admitting me into cdc or i will be left nowhere because XAC closed down already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left, here are some of the final shots i took at the chalet before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/13"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/13/P6066786.JPG?et=gyfxgSco3YYzNEIsgIsmGw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/14"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/300x300/14/P6066787.JPG?et=2+XgAIORNG8s3W07D+86+w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common feature in aloha changi. double locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/26"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/26/P6066810.JPG?et=6qSeaHDUFd0e1X9MbMJ68g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye to the room i slept and slacked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://striderx.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/27"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.striderx.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/300x300/27/P6066812.JPG?et=T372bM9GoJs9Gcpt53Ecag" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last shot for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bye aloha changi. hope to be back in dec!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735858432435719633-8854004871164383406?l=spytc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/feeds/8854004871164383406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735858432435719633&amp;postID=8854004871164383406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8854004871164383406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735858432435719633/posts/default/8854004871164383406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spytc.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-cdc-chalet.html' title='back from cdc chalet'/><author><name>dyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
