<?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-33787026</id><updated>2011-08-31T17:48:07.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorryabouttat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4281008535186539697</id><published>2008-12-28T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:07:43.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been more than one month since i last blogged. Very lazy, whenever i wanna blog, then 5 mins later, i become lazy, then dun wan blog liao. Anyway, for the last month, alot of people had their birthday, including me. First is Jason Teoh's birthday, went back to school to help him celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLaDG_4hI/AAAAAAAAAkg/RdxMDFcmJs8/s1600-h/SDC10508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284775598625907218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLaDG_4hI/AAAAAAAAAkg/RdxMDFcmJs8/s320/SDC10508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLaQpjfrI/AAAAAAAAAko/dIrJ8nKEJOo/s1600-h/ernie+bdae+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284775602260508338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLaQpjfrI/AAAAAAAAAko/dIrJ8nKEJOo/s320/ernie+bdae+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, its my birthday. Jiahao organised one dinner celebration for me. Make it machiam like super surprise, super big celebration. Dunno is i smart or someone stupid, someone leak out the secret after i asked her if she is coming to the celebration. Haha. Although in the end she cannot make it. Need to OT. Met up with Jiahao at Dhoby Ghaut, then he brought me to the Kopitiam, walk one round, still asked me: "until here already, you still cannot see them meh?" I look all around me, but cannot see anyone that i know, wanna bluff me. Then brought to to every level's restaurant, until swensen, then i just said, go this one can le. In the end, they are inside. A pleasant surprise! Got no cake though, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLZ3RgMCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/f9mSkl3xs8c/s1600-h/SDC10629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284775595448741922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLZ3RgMCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/f9mSkl3xs8c/s320/SDC10629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on the actual day, celebrated with my colleagues, a super last minute thingy though, no people organise loh. Abit bo sim. But its the thought that counts bah. Haha. Its at a ramen store in Raffles place, cos they had to OT. Sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284774204277133890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdKI4wWEkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9NYYeY8oMLA/s320/SDC10623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my birthday cake! Its an ice-cream. Abit len diao! But not too bad lah, at least its haagen das, i never eat before. If its magnolia ice-cream, then too much. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284774209525134962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdKJMTkNnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XTq-SYmh-_M/s320/SDC10625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 little pigs, with my "birthday cake".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284774212309896274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdKJWrgTFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rGwJP1Sda-8/s320/SDC10639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at home, finally a proper cake. Haha. Ice-cream cake loh. Haha, think ice-cream is the "in" thing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284774196834315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdKIdB1rCI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nz2JF3__42c/s320/SDC10735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then celebrated Sheila's birthday, had dinner in office area, because she has to OT with the other pig. This one i plan one, so got more effort. Got cake and got big company, think got 14 people. Must make her guilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284774192649677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdKINcJKbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/BAcdxSL_Lqg/s320/SDC10855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, celebrated the last pig's birthday. Celebrated Priscilla's birthday in office, cos she super busy, reserved her whole week for her boyfriend liao. So no choice loh, dun disturb her be a good gf. Got cake also and got the whole department people to sing birthday song for her. Machiam like she is the boss or what. Haha. But too many people liao, dunno who to serve the cake to, in the end i sacrifice loh. No cake for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all for the last month happenings. Now its going to be peak le, dunno if i will have time to sleep anymore. Sian diao. Haha. Must endure, then climb up!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4281008535186539697?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4281008535186539697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4281008535186539697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4281008535186539697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4281008535186539697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SVdLaDG_4hI/AAAAAAAAAkg/RdxMDFcmJs8/s72-c/SDC10508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6328887454555638186</id><published>2008-11-08T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:28:19.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DND</title><content type='html'>My company just had the annual DND, theme was sports wear, abit hard to wear appropriate clothing, and the food sucks. Thought Ritz carlton, 6 stars hotel, food will be nice, wah lao eh, it sucks lah. First time i go such places to eat hoh, must separate the food into small plates one. Think the waiters they all surely separate out, then leave some behind to eat themselves. Haha, dun think i dunno, got friends work in such places before. No wonder not filling at all. Below are the pics.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXjKoWEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jWD0_DjFLBw/s1600-h/n737090095_4839646_8717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266119042391365698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXjKoWEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jWD0_DjFLBw/s320/n737090095_4839646_8717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is some of my department people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXV9tS0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/sOGyoVgCC0k/s1600-h/n737090095_4839642_7385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266119038847503170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXV9tS0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/sOGyoVgCC0k/s320/n737090095_4839642_7385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My whole department people, with the CEO, who wears an ah tiong tracksuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDX-_UYJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZoljHfPvba0/s1600-h/n1054946788_30209132_7165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266119049860112530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDX-_UYJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZoljHfPvba0/s320/n1054946788_30209132_7165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Shulin, knew her since year 1, but in different department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXVs3yeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KY4AkHQwbFU/s1600-h/n572880823_1492740_7565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266119038776887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXVs3yeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KY4AkHQwbFU/s320/n572880823_1492740_7565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My table people. Dunno a few of them, then the one sitting beside me so quiet, the other one keep running away, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXeZqcvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MEAEtHZX0yk/s1600-h/n572880823_1492732_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266119041112240882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXeZqcvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MEAEtHZX0yk/s320/n572880823_1492732_5174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The siblings, dickson with her sis, eileen. Dickson is my department one, one year more senior, while eileen is same batch with me, but different department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwK1DaBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fhRPa0XBSTI/s1600-h/n572880823_1492726_3433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118365843515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwK1DaBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fhRPa0XBSTI/s320/n572880823_1492726_3433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My core training gang, the rest dunno run where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwacRc2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/o5MubZgaRGI/s1600-h/n572880823_1492731_4867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118370034545506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwacRc2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/o5MubZgaRGI/s320/n572880823_1492731_4867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 crazy people promoting adidas. Maybe adidas might wanna sponsor us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCweAcizI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HcazXyCuNVI/s1600-h/n572880823_1492725_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118370991573810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCweAcizI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HcazXyCuNVI/s320/n572880823_1492725_3154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My batch people, all except one is my department. All wore jerseys. KNS, got liverpool and chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwLAfpnI/AAAAAAAAAio/fMsGi5UTzLo/s1600-h/n572880823_1492724_2868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118365891503730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCwLAfpnI/AAAAAAAAAio/fMsGi5UTzLo/s320/n572880823_1492724_2868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 little pigs. They are my lunch buddies, thuang mates cum gym pals. Sheila + Priscilla, aka Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCvze2cvI/AAAAAAAAAig/lz2jb9C_qso/s1600-h/DSC06992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118359576376050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUCvze2cvI/AAAAAAAAAig/lz2jb9C_qso/s320/DSC06992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The soccer team-mates. Almost won inter-CPA championship. Did a chelsea during last season champions league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33787026-6328887454555638186?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6328887454555638186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6328887454555638186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6328887454555638186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6328887454555638186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/11/dnd.html' title='DND'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SRUDXjKoWEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jWD0_DjFLBw/s72-c/n737090095_4839646_8717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-7600608561579707275</id><published>2008-11-08T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:00:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>As many people will know, my birthday is coming, either is i bhb and tell them about it, or they found out thru other means. Actually, i'm only joking when i said wheres my present and stuffs. I dun really like surprises, not dun really like, but its cos i dunno how to react during one. I can never really let go to embrace the surprise. Dunno how to react at all, should i smile? or should i cry? Haha, maybe cos i'm afraid that i will be very touched that i weep like a small girls in front of everyone. Since i'm ten, i dun really enjoy spending birthdays, sometimes, i will expect many things, like a surprise, which i wun have, sometimes i just dun really enjoy the celebration, many times there wasn't any at all. I remembered when i'm in sec school, i cried during one celebraton, not cos i'm touched, but like how come my birthday is not as touching as others, no effort at all, dun even have camera. Haha, since then, i dun like to spend birthdays. Dun expect, then wun be disappointed. Maybe that causes me to dislike surprises, i will really just stone there, dunno whether i should smile or cry. My birthday always fall on school holidays or exam periods, thus there wasn't much of a celebration at all. This year is different, but sadly, think i will spend my birthday OTing. Not to say i never had any surprises at all, well i had a few before, and i really just stone there, smiling, yet dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a birthday wish and pressies will do, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-7600608561579707275?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/7600608561579707275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=7600608561579707275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7600608561579707275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7600608561579707275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2661992089207108854</id><published>2008-11-02T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:01:41.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so angry?</title><content type='html'>Recently found that alot of people cut their hair, me included. Then the funny thing is like many cut their hair until damn cock, me especially. Was laughing at people for having their hair cut until quite cock, those sha gua tou. Then i went to cut hair and the barber dunno how to cut, cut until damn cock, then i still asked him, all same length, not cock meh? He still can say no loh, must see how u style. Stupid, no matter how i styled, all look the same, its just super short, no matter how u style, all go left, go comb right, all stand up or all flat flat, its still look the same, COCK! Then people will laugh at me, including my sis, first thing she said was, wah, your hair very cock. Then retribution, now her hair also cock. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you know that moles on your face means something? Last time happened to see this chart which says moles on which part of your face means what. Well, i happened to have 4 clever moles, haha, so means i'm smart right? Then i have this mole which is on my forehead, just below the hairline. It means easily angry. Well, maybe now with my hair so short, the mole is always showing. Then now i'm very easy frustrated, easily angered, vulgarities come out freely. Even i noticed that now i'm easily angered loh. Small things which doesn't even registered in my mind last time, now easily get on my nerve. Is it due to work-related stress? I need to cool down more, and dun get so easy angry. Maybe when my hair grew long and the fringe cover the mole, then i wun be so easily frustrated already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2661992089207108854?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2661992089207108854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2661992089207108854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2661992089207108854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2661992089207108854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-so-angry.html' title='why so angry?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8688217476069071456</id><published>2008-10-19T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:39:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$ Money $$$</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my company's AGM, well supposedly. In the end, think its just a night of partying! Its free-flow of drinks at St. James, so people, being typical Singaporean, just drink and drink and drink. Well, i also drank lah, but got limit loh, partly cos i lazy to go get the drinks also, haha. Anyway, saw a few merlions and people who are just gone. But it is still fun lah, free things is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why also, nowadays, after start earning money, i just cannot save any money at all. Inflow = Outflow, or even Outflow &gt; Inflow. First month can understand, cos pay not full and alot of cab fares and i bought somethings to reward myself lah, got the slippers, shirts, cannot remember already. 2nd month, i got myself a watch, $125, but think its worth it, and the sport shoes, still haven wear yet. Next month onwards must cut down on spoiling myself already. I wanted to give myself a treat every month to reward myself for all the work done, but think this have to be cut down le. I still got afew things that i wanna get, like&lt;br /&gt;1) a wallet, that day saw a LV wallet that i liked alot, but dun think can afford and dun think anyone will be so kind to get for me. Cost about $600. This one wait till bonus come bah, if there is any. But my wallet now is really quite chui. Should i get a not so good one to tong first? Nah, i am not willing to lower my standard.&lt;br /&gt;2) My working shoes also quite chui already, wanna get one also, but never really go look at any.&lt;br /&gt;3) Although Jiahao just got me a working bag 3 months back, but i think feel like getting a better one. Ai yah, this one is abit materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;4) As a Man Utd fan, surely i must own a Man Utd original jersey right? But actually not gian at all. Dun buy also never mind, dun waste $$$.&lt;br /&gt;5) Abit sick of my wardrobe, thinking of getting new shirts, but low on priority also. Pants though is on higher priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall save up to get the top 3 items, slowly slowly, then i will be able to get them. But now economy so bad, maybe i should save up first. See how bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My company's soccer team got into the semis, even though i sucked, but the team is quite strong. Hope to get the CHAMPIONSHIP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8688217476069071456?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8688217476069071456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8688217476069071456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8688217476069071456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8688217476069071456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/10/money.html' title='$$$ Money $$$'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1221378184922577763</id><published>2008-10-14T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:35:58.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 post</title><content type='html'>Wow, this entry is my 100 post of my blogging life. Since 2005 i think. Actually wanna complain one, yesterday super shuai. Was unassigned (no jobs) for the whole day, then at 525pm, 5 mins before i can go home, i was asked to help a manager. Ok lah, if i can chop chop finish, still not so bad. But NO, the job cannot be solved one. I was asked to find the hardcopy of a file, difficult cos filing room, die die say dun have, after many trips to and fro, finally found it. About 6pm already. Ok loh, stay back abit. But then i was asked to find the softcopy. Got no info at all, no date, no title, no done by who. Wah lao eh, this one is impossible task lah. I try to find in every folder, till 7pm, still cannot find. I very du lan already, so i told the Manager that cannot find. Then he asked me to continue today. In the end, still cannot find, even with IT's help. Waste time loh. Then at 5+ today, i was super scared. Scared kanna arrow again. Then "heng heng", i was asked for help at 515pm. "Lightning and thunders"!!! But not so bad, was juz asked about some excel help. I then went gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something GOOD happens. As i was on the train home, i saw her, my dream girl!!! SUPER DUPER CHIO!!! She possesses all the chioness of the "3". She was slim, very fair, skin like super soft kind. Her eyelashes was very long, to the extent that i thought was fake, then saw her side-view, its real one. Her cheeks were pink pink one, ok ok, i know is blusher, but who cares. Her lips were small, not those kissable lips, but the kind abit perky one, i like!!! Not tall, can lie on my shoulder height. To quote someone "For guys that are 170, girls around 155 is perfect." Her hair is long and abit wavy, but not those rebonded straight that i always like, but who cares. I was staring at her for 70% of the time she was on the train. 30% is i force myself not to look at her, she made my heart palpitates like crazy. She was reading at a story book "when Mars and Venus collides", then she will just smile, wah lao eh, my soul flew away. SO GORGEOUS! Then she checks her hp, and just laughs abit, wah, super chio. But that kind of laugh is see bf's msg laugh, so er nvm. That she will just pouts, wah, buay tahan, so cute. If max is 100 points, i give her apperance 95. 5 for being too skinny, then not much figure, but this is not important to me. She combines all the goodness of the "3" loh. Wah, if i can just get to know her, that will be my best birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Actually just now on train, super happy, but now after cooling down, not so gian already. Haha. But she is still super super chio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1221378184922577763?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1221378184922577763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1221378184922577763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1221378184922577763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1221378184922577763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-post.html' title='100 post'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1679713884915352695</id><published>2008-10-11T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:32:53.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climacool</title><content type='html'>After 6 years, i finally got my climacool. Its been very long since i last got a pair of running shoes. Last sat, i went down to get a pair of running shoes and got a pair of adidas "climacool". 6 years ago, when i was in JC2, i set my eyes on getting a pair of climacool. During JC times, everyone was allowed to wear own shoes to school, i remembered i was wearing a pair of nike air. Then i dropped a test tube, gei kiang, stepped on the broken glasses, and "pop" the shoe punctured. I wanted to get a climacool, but cannot afford, then i convinced someone to buy instead, saying i will get soon too. In the end, i never got one. Now i finally got it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255888470171248866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SPCqt3ug6OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Zm_XZbmQ3pg/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Finally i can sleep early le, my engagement end liao. Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1679713884915352695?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1679713884915352695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1679713884915352695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1679713884915352695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1679713884915352695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/10/climacool.html' title='Climacool'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SPCqt3ug6OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Zm_XZbmQ3pg/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3171840725717623826</id><published>2008-09-27T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:13:00.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, think i'm used to working life</title><content type='html'>Very long never update my blog already. For those who dunno, its cos i am away on an engagement that i have to work till 1-2am everyday and start at 930am the next day. Life as an auditor sucks. Haha. Now, weekends are for me to sleep, last weekend, i slept till 3pm on sat and sun, if it wasn't the need to go out, i think i might carry on sleeping. But for today, siao liao, i woke up at 930am, then carry on to sleep, then wake up at 1230pm again. Shit, i think i might be used to sleeping late and waking early already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My work might have long working hours, but its not very stressful. Maybe not yet bah. Work was not really fun, but not too bad either. Got very bad cash flow problems, due to having to take taxi everyday and cannot claim back till 1-2 months later. Quite bad lah. Accounts Receivables, then if i lose the receipts, will it become bad debts? Do i have to create a provision for doubtful debts? Haha. Yesterday got to watch F1 from my client's place. Damn loud lah, behind sealed windows, still very loud, if hear live, its like standing next to an aeroplane taking off. Cannot see anything, its very blurry. Dunno why for a 3 days event, have to make it so troublesome? Ok lah, we can be famous, but then the troubles cause to us "lao bai xing" is alot loh. Now going back, take cab also hard, roads are blocked everywhere. Yesterday was worst, from Marina Square take mrt also need work all the way to Suntec to work to MRT station. Then the policeman was like super unfriendly, he just shouted at everyone (it was very crowded as the normal link to citilink was block) that go back inside Marina Square, there will be people guiding us to the mrt, hello... there was no one lah, no sign also. Have to keep exploring, then can find a way there. Then luckily, just after i got into Suntec, a guy come and stop people from going into Suntec, closing the door that link marina to suntec. Haha, dunno the people behind me how. If people cannot get to the mrt station, roads are blocked everywhere, with no cabs and no buses, whats the point of the shopping centres being still opened? Dun tell me for those who bought tickets to F1 to shop hoh. Then think their business surely die as the crowd to F1 is only so limited. Heng, weekends i at home, no need go squeeze with people. Oh and 1 more thing, think people who go watch F1 live also stupid, pay so much just to see the car for 3s, then Eeeeooooooo, no more liao. haha. Cannot see who leading also. Ok, they can watch the large screen to see the other parts of the race, but then like tat its like watch on tv what. And if 2 red cars racing out, you know their Ferraris, but how to see who is the driver? Is it Massa or Kimi? Maybe those fanatics will know bah. But i must admit, listen to the sound is very high. Eeeoooooo, song! But smell the exhaust is abit ermmm, unhealthy. Smell too much might get cancer. Hahaha. Ok, gtg. Going to celebrate Elton's birthday. Weekdays are for working, weekends are for sleep and go out. But i prefer to sleep. No gf is a blessing in a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250641583736412466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SN4Gs4mA2TI/AAAAAAAAAao/rGX6oOpuKtU/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cannot see properly in photo, but good view live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Recently 3 girls that came into my life in recent years got attached (1 is special case though). Never really say congrats to them, not really dun wan to, but need time to feel happy for them and i got no time (read the above on why). This kind of thing must really be happy for them then say congrats, if not very fake. I'm not an hypocrite. Anyway, CONGRATS!!! Dunno if they got read my blog often anot, but for those who know who i'm talking about, help me tell them bah. May they be happy in their relationship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3171840725717623826?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3171840725717623826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3171840725717623826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3171840725717623826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3171840725717623826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit-think-im-used-to-working-life.html' title='Shit, think i&apos;m used to working life'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SN4Gs4mA2TI/AAAAAAAAAao/rGX6oOpuKtU/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6270428365312740965</id><published>2008-09-04T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:25:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Run and Sentosa</title><content type='html'>Sunday went for the Nike 10km run, damn shag loh. Saturday had a soccer friendly for Deloitte, think i sucked, but assist 1 and pressured people to own goal twice. Still cannot break my field soccer duck. I will keep trying. Then sunday run, cannot really run. Haha, no motivation at all. Super crowded loh, so run abit, then traffic jam or got upslope, then i walked, then lazy to run already, then keep drinking free 100+, people join to run, i joined to drink 100+. Haha. But i still run alot lah, but got walk also lah. Took less than 1 hour 10 mins, i know very slow, but must see that i sat already very tired mah. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fmpLYsCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XQ3oJlvmVRU/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154346264178722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fmpLYsCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XQ3oJlvmVRU/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Dua Bui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fm7D6TgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0XBsURk2jG4/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154351064665602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fm7D6TgI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0XBsURk2jG4/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elton and Jason, that Elton, took less than 1 hour loh, still say wanna run with me, but after1km, he disappear liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fnDuJqwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2UqC4fLoIM8/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154353389316866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fnDuJqwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2UqC4fLoIM8/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ran around city area, from esplanade, pass my office, then back, to clark quay, boat quay, then back to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fndu7BYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Uhpe7I62_g0/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154360371873154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fndu7BYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Uhpe7I62_g0/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We waited for very long, for the last runner, then i went to change pants already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fnrUMqAI/AAAAAAAAAag/KuNbgmluIiI/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154364017879042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fnrUMqAI/AAAAAAAAAag/KuNbgmluIiI/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to sentosa a few weeks back for my department's outing, played touch rugby, which my team won and captain's ball, which my team was leading 2-0 and lost 3-2 to get 2nd. Quite fun lah, very long never go under the sun already. It was a great event, managed to know many seniors and fellow colleagues. Quite like the photos taken there, made me look slim, haha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_dhyUxV4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/54bY_t3moyg/s1600-h/DSC04006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242152063796860802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_dhyUxV4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/54bY_t3moyg/s320/DSC04006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_diG6bbmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l3qo-9kRbBo/s1600-h/DSC04039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242152069323517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_diG6bbmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l3qo-9kRbBo/s320/DSC04039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then volunteered to go to Wheelock place on tues, thought it was to do dispatch, can relax relax, in the end is to do work. Then heard that need to OT till 3-4am one, changed my mind immediately, but too late, volunteered le. A fellow same rank colleague said she worked till 330am the previous night, wah scare me lah. In the end, not too bad, nothing to do much there, cos i dunno anything, in the end stone there. Then came back office at 5pm, but dun dare to go back till 7pm, then they asked us to leave. Wasted 2 hours. Haha, but better than 3-4am. Today, then find out that i am not in the team even though i'm assigned there formally, haha, heng. That female colleague kept doing OT. Very relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My hair kanna complained. Haha, asked me to do something to it before my engagement starts. I go perm it, considered do something? Haha, i wun go dye it black loh, the most cut botak loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6270428365312740965?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6270428365312740965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6270428365312740965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6270428365312740965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6270428365312740965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/09/nike-run-and-sentosa.html' title='Nike Run and Sentosa'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_fmpLYsCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XQ3oJlvmVRU/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-9141119635362655363</id><published>2008-09-04T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:03:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of being Earnest</title><content type='html'>Last friday was the last day of training. For the finale, each group have to prepare a final presentation. For my group, we prepared a skit. I was suppose to have a small role, spouse of the main lead. But i then suggested to have a male lead instead and unluckily, i dug my own grave and draw the lot of the main lead. Anyway, it was very fun preparing and acting out that skit. Haha, it sort of felt like i have a talent for acting. Everyone was like shy shy, dun dare to make the skit funny, but i just dun care and became a clown loh. Just tried everything to make it funny. On the last min, included a small chinese opera scene. Spent alot of effort trying to memorise the script, haha, till now still can recite my lines.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142001242969266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UYEY-FLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/joMMVGqXh7M/s320/P1010112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cindy, acting as Mrs Ngiow, the stingy and vain difficult client. She managed to become very aunty. Haha, love her mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U50SxobI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NcxM6npW5vE/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142581037572530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U50SxobI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NcxM6npW5vE/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jun Qi, acting as the CEO who wanted to bribe me with this expensive bag. Look honest, but not really so.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142008075498050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UYd1-MkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pQgek24SJeE/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These 2 are the other clowns of the skit. Zehao as the Hip Hop Angel who rap, damn funny, when we were rehearsing, 10 times he jump out, 10 times i laugh. Now thinking back, still damn funny. The one in red is Eileen, who starred as the cute and blur devil who tried to sell me her tat dummy book. Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6LRwKDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JJ4pVKBe3z8/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142587207297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6LRwKDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JJ4pVKBe3z8/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Celine, my fellow auditor who is so stressed that she wanted to take the shortcut, but i pull her back. Really like damn stressed like that. Hope i won't become like that when i formally starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6pl56oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Bcbc7D71rtE/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142595344886402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6pl56oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Bcbc7D71rtE/s320/P1010118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My spouse Sheila, who danced with me to the tune of chinese opera then tried to psycho me to give her insider info. My parents, Erwin and Jasmin, who kanna scolded by me. I now then remembered, Erwin hit me with something when i refused to give in to his requests. Dun think this is part of the script, stunned me also. Jasmin is the mother who tried to listen to my explanations, but super naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6_DqwmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4cnRBHbQTDA/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142601106866786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U6_DqwmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4cnRBHbQTDA/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jin Yue, the narrator, she sounds very professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U7MjnWWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lw8BIc0N208/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142604730521954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_U7MjnWWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lw8BIc0N208/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group with our prizes, movie tickets to Wall E and a pen with laser tips. In the end, me and sheila cope 6 tickets, as too last min, many either already bought the tickets or cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UXF_Z7LI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qZuh5et_7oY/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242141984492743858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UXF_Z7LI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qZuh5et_7oY/s320/P1010104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group name is " The importance of being Earnest", cos have to be a movie title and i'm the main lead. Sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UXqrP_rI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PiwJYUJlrIg/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242141994340318898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UXqrP_rI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PiwJYUJlrIg/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UX4QTOeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JOcfGL-OhLY/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242141997985380834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UX4QTOeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JOcfGL-OhLY/s320/P1010111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-9141119635362655363?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/9141119635362655363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=9141119635362655363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/9141119635362655363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/9141119635362655363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/09/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The importance of being Earnest'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SL_UYEY-FLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/joMMVGqXh7M/s72-c/P1010112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1000389644654539720</id><published>2008-08-27T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:54:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got an assignment!</title><content type='html'>This week quite eventful, not in the good sense though. Monday, for nothing kanna scolded, its really for nothing. Dunno what to say about it, just disgusted with the whole thing. Maybe i deserve it, but its still er xin. Tuesday is the worst, sigh, even though expected to fail the test, but still when the result is out, the feeling still sucks. Especially when i think i tried my very best. Sigh...... Today also not very pleasent, i finally got an assignment, a big bank, but then its damn siong. Saw the document that i need to do, wah, dun understand one bit. Dunno if its cos i'm stupid. Then heard from the senior involved that that assignment very siong, will work until 2-3am everyday, even for off peak. Wah, my first assignment give me power power one. Haha, now i know why some people say audit will work until like no life, even for off-peak. Actually i dun mind working till so late lah, juz dun like the feeling of not enough sleep. I will get grouchy and will easily irritated. For me, it is "a sleepy man is an angry man". Go hungry never mind, but without sleep, i will be easily frustrated. The senior asked me if i mind, well, i said i dun, then she said cos some people got other priority mah, maybe need to accompany gf, well, i just said its ok, no gf. Haha, maybe its fated tat i got this assignment bah, cos i no gf. In a way, everything happens for a reason bah. But i still dunno why i for nothing kanna scolded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1000389644654539720?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1000389644654539720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1000389644654539720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1000389644654539720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1000389644654539720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-assignment.html' title='I got an assignment!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6348087504675909724</id><published>2008-08-21T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:09:58.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Sayings</title><content type='html'>1) If at first you don't succeed, try and try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never say never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are who you want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Its not a tragic not to achieve one's goal, its a tragic for one not to have a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Trust but verify, listen but ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Never count the chicken before they hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Don't try too hard, be prepared to let go when its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Honesty is the best policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't worry, but happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) When the going gets tough, the tough gets going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very meaningful phrases, everyone should try to keep by them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6348087504675909724?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6348087504675909724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6348087504675909724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6348087504675909724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6348087504675909724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/meaningful-sayings.html' title='Meaningful Sayings'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-508590968342373858</id><published>2008-08-19T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:54:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of myself</title><content type='html'>This past 2 weeks, its all training for me at work. Really feel like i have start to grow up already, not much yet, but little by little, i will grow up. Last weekend, the EPL started, not very gian to watch, unlike last year. Even if its on Man U, i also like not very enthu, but i still watched lah. Olympics, more exciting bah, but the anticipated final of table tennis, i also not enthu leh. Its like know the results already, watch for what, but i was looking forward to something that day, but it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that Ernest has changed already, still as crappy, lame and idiotic as usual, but start to mature in thinking bah, he even watched the PM's rally last night with interest. Ha ha, in a way, it felt like it concerns him. Higher cost of living etc. Ernest also start to believe in some things are not meant to be, just like you will never see the sun rising from the east, well, not in his lifetime anyway. Ernest is actually very competitive, dun like to lose, just wanna fight for things that he wants. But fight so much for what, bu shi ni de, jiu bu shi ni de. Just be contented with what you have, if it is meant to be. However, if you never try, you will never know. Know le, better than dunno mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i will try to have a successful career, fight for it! Concentrate on career, family and friends! Like what the trainers and PM Lee say, must have a balanced work life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ski jar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-508590968342373858?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/508590968342373858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=508590968342373858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/508590968342373858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/508590968342373858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-of-myself.html' title='Update of myself'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2030432295089465888</id><published>2008-08-12T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:04:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Today i asked myself 2 questions during the boring time at work. Attended training that is even worst than studying for exam. Its so sian that i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn 1) Would you prefer to win the SEA games gold or qualify for the Final of the Olympics? This question is only an analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn 2) Would you carry on using a method if it will help you achieve your goal, but it is not the best solution and the goal might be able to sustained for a short-term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans 1: Well, for me personally, I would prefer to win the SEA games old. People might think my chest got no mole, but i prefer to be the shark in a lagoon than a jelly fish in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans 2: I really dunno about this qn. Very tempted to use the old method to achieve the result, really very tempted, but i have to think long-term and i finally decided to think of a new method to try to achieve a long-term result. If cannot achieve the goal in short-term, then no choice loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2030432295089465888?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2030432295089465888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2030432295089465888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2030432295089465888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2030432295089465888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2211783859647093671</id><published>2008-08-10T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:31:42.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the working world!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my slacking off day. Tomorrow i will formally be someone with an occupation besides being a student for so long. Still dun have the feeling yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought 1: 4 stars is worth all the efforts, plannings and money spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought 2: If you want something, you must believe in it and fight for it, but as an auditor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;integrity is also very important. I will work for it, but i will do it the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2211783859647093671?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2211783859647093671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2211783859647093671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2211783859647093671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2211783859647093671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-working-world.html' title='Welcome to the working world!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5639284440425090255</id><published>2008-08-07T13:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:37:56.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation around Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last sunday, my group and I went to Esplanade and the Istana to take our convo pics. Although its abit late, but the feeling is still there. Very fun and some great photos were taken. Below are some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231656098561796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTgM3IJ9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pI40oNkJqEI/s320/grad+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing for the long day. Arranged to meet at 1030am, but it was until 1130am then everyone reached, haha, as usual lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTfw9H0II/AAAAAAAAAYA/LSUxS5LDC3o/s1600-h/grad+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231656091070746754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTfw9H0II/AAAAAAAAAYA/LSUxS5LDC3o/s320/grad+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTgJ_O1EI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_kEkXlr81wo/s1600-h/grad+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231656097790481474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTgJ_O1EI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_kEkXlr81wo/s320/grad+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one taken at the carpark, the lighting very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3Ig6toI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PBjmJjUtX3s/s1600-h/grad+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655393020262018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3Ig6toI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PBjmJjUtX3s/s320/grad+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arranged in a V shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3aJ-pdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GxrJqFG25SM/s1600-h/grad+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655397755889106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3aJ-pdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GxrJqFG25SM/s320/grad+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3iHsscI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UsXusOj9GUE/s1600-h/grad+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655399893807554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3iHsscI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UsXusOj9GUE/s320/grad+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2 jokers with their slanted hat.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3gKBiOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nQBJBQJHuJ4/s1600-h/grad+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655399366691042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS3gKBiOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nQBJBQJHuJ4/s320/grad+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to act cute, but end out quite handsome, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS32V9yQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GItYb95luz4/s1600-h/grad+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231655405322356994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqS32V9yQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GItYb95luz4/s320/grad+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSMwLkP-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/7ZYIe51g_2Y/s1600-h/grad+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654664933752802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSMwLkP-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/7ZYIe51g_2Y/s320/grad+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crazy Liwei trying to kick people as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNLk4FKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6msLoDlqQ7I/s1600-h/grad+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654672287667362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNLk4FKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6msLoDlqQ7I/s320/grad+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was meant to be each showing their prominant trait, but all end up acting shuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNIBbdgI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-PB_ejwfEAI/s1600-h/grad+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654671333684738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNIBbdgI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-PB_ejwfEAI/s320/grad+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are flying!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231658804758488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqV9uOspPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YKOcMlVCJ34/s320/grad+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNU8mHXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rDtkf7ndm7M/s1600-h/grad+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654674803072370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqSNU8mHXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rDtkf7ndm7M/s320/grad+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSDjv1sI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_1M7dGXVtBU/s1600-h/grad+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653656523167426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSDjv1sI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_1M7dGXVtBU/s320/grad+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSN2X5YI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kN5UdLR5PLg/s1600-h/grad+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653659285644674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSN2X5YI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kN5UdLR5PLg/s320/grad+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSViXGRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8sn2E941mxM/s1600-h/grad+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653661349189906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSViXGRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8sn2E941mxM/s320/grad+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSWswOXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/17qbz7lF_jI/s1600-h/grad+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653661661215090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSWswOXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/17qbz7lF_jI/s320/grad+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSdKfTBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xEgSUDPkPmo/s1600-h/grad+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653663396547602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqRSdKfTBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xEgSUDPkPmo/s320/grad+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Individual pics, mine very wei wu hoh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQb1gfonI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aCfKTrI1iAA/s1600-h/grad+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652725038490226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQb1gfonI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aCfKTrI1iAA/s320/grad+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what are we trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcB7dmuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4lPCdqRC894/s1600-h/grad+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652728372828898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcB7dmuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4lPCdqRC894/s320/grad+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute, haha, Kar Hon trying to act that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcKWUJGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uyhW5Lo9yyo/s1600-h/grad+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652730632938594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcKWUJGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uyhW5Lo9yyo/s320/grad+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look so cool as usual, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcBvzLRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UGDhm6xTEdY/s1600-h/grad+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652728323910930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcBvzLRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UGDhm6xTEdY/s320/grad+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can see the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652735180451442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqQcbShrnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Az66K9SJ7DI/s320/grad+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPaEWoWhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bzTSc2iiMts/s1600-h/grad+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651595152284178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPaEWoWhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/bzTSc2iiMts/s320/grad+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPaSVN_KI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5Njba7-0zsM/s1600-h/grad+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651598904458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPaSVN_KI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5Njba7-0zsM/s320/grad+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 guys who dressed so BHB in PS, haha, but all dun dare stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPan9508I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PsX0TMLGM9Y/s1600-h/grad+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651604712248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPan9508I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PsX0TMLGM9Y/s320/grad+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one onwards taken at the Istana, special sia, convo pics taking in the Istana. Alot of tourists thought we are special people sia, asking to take photos with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPan2Zq8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AFv630WnfTs/s1600-h/grad+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651604680780738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPan2Zq8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AFv630WnfTs/s320/grad+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pic, very artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPahJcnVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IP_dUsiQhAc/s1600-h/grad+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651602881617234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqPahJcnVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IP_dUsiQhAc/s320/grad+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The windmills area, arranged in height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhQ82ghI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bwur3gOQd3E/s1600-h/grad+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650619281277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhQ82ghI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bwur3gOQd3E/s320/grad+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhYBPNJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yS5Spk6F5Ak/s1600-h/grad+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650621178721426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhYBPNJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yS5Spk6F5Ak/s320/grad+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhmUkcxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xDz2DRXrifU/s1600-h/grad+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650625017901842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhmUkcxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xDz2DRXrifU/s320/grad+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 shuai ges spending the day under the hot sun and in super hot attire, spending $2 on a bottle of mineral water. Its crazy loh, think they make money like mad. We bought 3 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhi-St5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/zwMW7qu_AV8/s1600-h/grad+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650624119158674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhi-St5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/zwMW7qu_AV8/s320/grad+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhn0L50I/AAAAAAAAAUw/oVTjg7pgcOg/s1600-h/grad+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650625418946370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqOhn0L50I/AAAAAAAAAUw/oVTjg7pgcOg/s320/grad+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stylo right? Throwing the hat in front of the President's residence. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNj8bFADI/AAAAAAAAATo/_3qYWIXsT4o/s1600-h/grad+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649565798891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNj8bFADI/AAAAAAAAATo/_3qYWIXsT4o/s320/grad+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNjz24t1I/AAAAAAAAATw/kH0ztd_TKz8/s1600-h/grad+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649563499607890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNjz24t1I/AAAAAAAAATw/kH0ztd_TKz8/s320/grad+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy damn tall, but dunno who he is, so just take photo with him. He very accomodating. Take pics with many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNj1Cv9cI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YM4-A397fzs/s1600-h/grad+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649563817801154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNj1Cv9cI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YM4-A397fzs/s320/grad+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanna go inside the house to take photo, but it cost $2 per person and cannot take photos inside, so never went in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNkBXsdHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hY9h6DJxs3w/s1600-h/grad+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649567126877298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNkBXsdHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hY9h6DJxs3w/s320/grad+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So do the next best thing, all doing my pose in front of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNkUsIROI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mSe4Mfoufsg/s1600-h/grad+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649572312859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqNkUsIROI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mSe4Mfoufsg/s320/grad+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its over. Think i look quite decent in this pic. Haha. I look good in formal!!! Sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5639284440425090255?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5639284440425090255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5639284440425090255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5639284440425090255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5639284440425090255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/08/convocation-around-singapore.html' title='Convocation around Singapore'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SJqTgM3IJ9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pI40oNkJqEI/s72-c/grad+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2617814512558072115</id><published>2008-07-30T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:42:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Temp Life</title><content type='html'>Today is formally my last day of life as a temp staff. If nothing goes wrong, it should be my last. Haha. Going to slack for a while until i start my life as an adult worker at Deloitte on the 11 of Aug. Abit nervous, dunno what i might face in the adult working world, scally kanna some bad boss, then made me do all the shit work. I have to tahan for 3 years at least to get my CPA, but i'm scared tat i cannot tahan and kan the boss, then siao liao. Haha. On the other hand, i'm very excited, going to earn my first salary with more than $1.5k. I was thinking of my expenses with Jia Hao that day, then siao liao, its not going to be enough. I still got about $15K of debt to pay off. I'm starting with a credit account, a huge one somemore. Planning to pay off everything before 2010, then save up for a car, then continue to be in debt again. Hahaha. Life in Singapore is all about debt and paying off debt and having new debts again. I want to be able to spend without thinking twice about its cost. Soon, this day will come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2617814512558072115?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2617814512558072115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2617814512558072115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2617814512558072115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2617814512558072115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-of-temp-life.html' title='Last day of Temp Life'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8501837406463724435</id><published>2008-07-28T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>On the 22nd of July, I reached a certain milestone of my life. I finally put on the mortarboard and become a graduate. Lazy to write much, i will just show my pics during the convo then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015874151612626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2kvQLpANI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RslW9EN5RSA/s320/SDC10688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, this is Kelvin Kok, my fellow NTU accountancy hall mate. He is the former president of my hall. He helped me pull string to get a single room during my final year, thanks alot! Even though he is my president, i am his captain, so in a way, its fair, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015884889316274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2kv4LtW7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_S6Wz8xU6_k/s320/SDC10689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Shu yun, fellow hall mate also, Kelvin's gf. Very violent, but is a very nice person if you dun step on her tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015890529282386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2kwNMYaVI/AAAAAAAAARA/jcIAkyhvH6w/s320/SDC10690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Diana, another fellow hall mate, but she is from Business. Quite tall, heng i still taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228024686349493058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2swMLVo0I/AAAAAAAAATg/xCRZFur8B7I/s320/SDC10699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jeannie, with a ghost dunno trying to do what. Jeannie always say i very fierce, but i so nice to her loh, purposely lose mahjong to her leh. Dunno how to see people one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228015892468347874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2kwUasM-I/AAAAAAAAARI/oZaXdXF5T54/s320/SDC10692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my hall fellow graduates, Ming Rui beside me, then Weijie, Kelvin, Diana, Jinteng, Jeannie, Nanping and Jiahao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mloujLzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WxYf_4RNn8Q/s1600-h/SDC10696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017907965046578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mloujLzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WxYf_4RNn8Q/s320/SDC10696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy Tan, secondary school class mate, she came for her sister's convo, 2 years in army really make us lose alot of time. She is younger than me one leh, but she so mature already and i still haven start working. Sigh... Some even going to get married soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2ml6hXTOI/AAAAAAAAARY/5wI_5rAqYBQ/s1600-h/SDC10702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017912741580002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2ml6hXTOI/AAAAAAAAARY/5wI_5rAqYBQ/s320/SDC10702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My gang in NTU, without Jia Hao who dunno go where. From left, Sheila, me, Priscilla, Li Wei, Jin Rong and Kar Hon. Had alot of fun time with them, but now all splitting up, abit yi yi bu she, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmHtg1aI/AAAAAAAAARg/DhKUByfrrSM/s1600-h/SDC10703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017916282197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmHtg1aI/AAAAAAAAARg/DhKUByfrrSM/s320/SDC10703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Father, bu xiang hoh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmZidnJI/AAAAAAAAARo/EucsrOPkS5Q/s1600-h/SDC10707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017921067687058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmZidnJI/AAAAAAAAARo/EucsrOPkS5Q/s320/SDC10707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmmR_UkI/AAAAAAAAARw/KduzoSFjBsk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228017924488254018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2mmmR_UkI/AAAAAAAAARw/KduzoSFjBsk/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me receiving the empty booklet, abit bo liao, waited for 1 hour plus listening to talks which nobody pay attention to, then finally received an empty booklet from someone who i never even see before, dun even know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228021309710621730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2prpN5XCI/AAAAAAAAASA/3uQAVFgyzTs/s320/SDC10737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me talk better mah, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228021332249517586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2ps9LlnhI/AAAAAAAAASY/_xjDtR1U99U/s320/SDC10744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored? Then listen to me sing loh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228021320149005282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2psQGmc-I/AAAAAAAAASI/z-XW6OerjKQ/s320/SDC10739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister who rushed down from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228021328096160082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2psttWaVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QlimChMSLhU/s320/SDC10743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, except my elder sis who is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228024153880213714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2sRMkxONI/AAAAAAAAATY/5EDyOFpGMak/s320/SDC10749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends, Elton, who purposely came down for my big day. So honoured!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023458405467922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2rotuqxxI/AAAAAAAAASg/UKdJ-ZWaZpI/s320/SDC10753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Jason, another good friend and Binghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023461866722818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2ro6n5VgI/AAAAAAAAASo/1vV7fOOHqto/s320/SDC10754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 musketeers, a name given by a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023465841174306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2rpJbepyI/AAAAAAAAASw/8qWfA1cUXe4/s320/SDC10761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifen, a friend i knew in Year 1, an active reader of my blog, haha, must help promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228021306927942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2pre2dCmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yPPaGnj8THU/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORD LOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228024147018717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2sQzA3GVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aoKEihO7l_A/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023475436612658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2rptLNbDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Zl6FhfOJ3g8/s320/SDC10773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister who took this picture after i changed and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228023482716745058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2rqIS7bWI/AAAAAAAAATA/8QxkeGLTmmk/s320/SDC10777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister who so bo liao, wanna wear my gown and take picture. Haha, let you take bah, but its better to go study to wear your own gown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all! Actually also no special feeling for this lah, just another day to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8501837406463724435?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8501837406463724435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8501837406463724435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8501837406463724435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8501837406463724435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SI2kvQLpANI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RslW9EN5RSA/s72-c/SDC10688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3970633896375337102</id><published>2008-07-25T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:06:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be a Detective!</title><content type='html'>Wah man, I can't believe it, my deduction skill is damn accurate. Its so accurate that its scary. I should go be a police detective! I think i got sixth sense! Out of nothing i see a sign of this, a sign of that, then piece them together to form a story. And the pieces have very little link only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, this happened again, i link this to that and form a story, then after checking with an informant, my story is correct. Haha. Its so scary sia, happened alot of times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should make a good auditor, can link here link there, then can find fraud easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: someone juz told me that a blog is for lonely people to write for lonely people to read, true anot? Up to individual bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3970633896375337102?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3970633896375337102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3970633896375337102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3970633896375337102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3970633896375337102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-should-be-detective.html' title='I should be a Detective!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4260953160193404077</id><published>2008-07-19T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:52:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Ernest!</title><content type='html'>Last time i thought i hate hypocrites, but then i start to think in their shoes and i begin to understand why they are like that. I believe that everybody are and should think about themselves and be selfish one way or another. Hence, hypocrites are not so distasteful. Then i thought i hate bad-tempered people the most, but then something must have happened to make them bad-tempered, so actually i should empathize them. Today then i found out actually i am more alike to my father than i ever thought, i DON'T like to see people's lian se, or have to rely on another for a favour, have to do everything to please the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I don't like and don't want to see someone else's face, just to enjoy a little convenience. People who know my father should know he is damn stubborn, will never accept to see another's face. Well, i am beginning to be like that, i hate it to accept relying on someone else's mood. I want to be independent, i want to just rely on myself. I know in reality, everyone has to rely on everybody, i accept that. What i mean is i will not lower myself just so that someone will give me a dollar more. I AM NOT A BEGGAR!!! I know in the business world, i have to lower myself to the boss, to the clients, even to fellow colleagues. But that is a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i will endure, but i want to get out of this cycle. In order to get out of this cycle, i must be RICH AND POWERFUL. I find out one thing from my last 10 years. To not take shit from people, i must either be powerful or rich. I found my goal: I WANT TO BE RICH AND POWERFUL! I shall not be so slack anymore, i shall work hard for everything, be the best there ever is. To give my best is no longer enough, now i want to make sure it is the best! Today, the new Ernest is born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: FH, you wait, one day it will be you who needs to depend on me!&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I know this entry abit OFF, such an angry person, but i need a way to vent out my frustration. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4260953160193404077?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4260953160193404077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4260953160193404077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4260953160193404077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4260953160193404077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-ernest.html' title='The new Ernest!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3440203042980000660</id><published>2008-07-17T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:07:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very bored</title><content type='html'>Nothing to do at work today, very sian, after like 1 month, finally back to the slacking days, but then i dun like it. Its so damn bored, nothing to do at all. I prefer the busy busy bumble bee days. Haha, i'm so fan jian, give me slack, i dun like. My personality is like that, u give me things, i dun wan, u dun wan give me, then i wan it, have already then regret. Stupid me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my special friend and i quarrel AGAIN, so stupid, its like quarrel every few days, but i think this time its the final one, cos i won't give in already. Actually not quarrel lah, just buay song each other. My this friend very stubborn one, even if hurt me damn badly, so won't give in. This time its too much already, i also wun give in. When 2 dun give in, then it will be cold war until it doesn't matter anymore. I thought it doesn't matter already, until last night then the feeling sits in. Sigh... Time to let go le. Special friend got alot of other friends, flings, family, so don't think it will matter to this friend. Take care my special friend if you sees this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to office hours, last week got games week, then Jiahao and i go and chap jit kar, only both of us playing chess lah. Office cannot add photo, later go home then add in bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3440203042980000660?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3440203042980000660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3440203042980000660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3440203042980000660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3440203042980000660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-bored.html' title='Very bored'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8391902161245098949</id><published>2008-07-12T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:06:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 lousy mistake does not make me for who i am</title><content type='html'>Recently, i heard a statement, cannot really remember, but it is something like "the only thing that doesn't change is people will never learn from the history." How true man! People always like that, never ever learning from history, even if a man knows what will happen for a certain event, the man will always think that he is greater than the past and will do better than the past people, but like how history always flow, the result is the same as the past. Ah, i dun even know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i meant is I always think I'm better than others, will do better than the rest, this "hope" thing that i talked about in my previous post is my Achilles heel, but in the end i always screwed up and be part of history. An example is that everyone knows, one must study hard to score well in exams, but i always think i can be like the past, last minute, then can score well, but then i screwed up, didn't do well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thought: I'm definitely better than how you think of me, my English may not be good, my communication skills may be lousy, i may not to be handsome and fit, but i got my other good points. 1 lousy mistake does not make me for who i am, everyone deserves another chance, as many as possible. I am who i am, i maybe like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt; slack slack now, but i will fight for my $10ks when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Just cause i never say anything does not mean i dun care and i can take it, everyone has a limit and mine is nearly there. If one treats another like shit, the other has the right to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8391902161245098949?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8391902161245098949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8391902161245098949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8391902161245098949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8391902161245098949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-lousy-mistake-does-not-make-me-for.html' title='1 lousy mistake does not make me for who i am'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8412112077378840582</id><published>2008-06-23T21:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:27.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guys night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last sat, 5 of us went to St. James Powerstation for a guys night out. It was in honour of Mr. Wayne Lam Bang Wei, who is studying in Australia. This outing is so called to celebrate his birthday. As we were exploring the places, we met an old friend, someone who has an unfinished business with me. She recognised me immediately, well, i also recognised her immediately. We small talk abit, then she said that Wayne changed already, Bui become fatter (well, he is not as fat as when he was in sec 1, but during sec 3 and 4, he became super thin, maybe she thought that was his true self, but to us old friends, we know Bui's true self is still Mr. FAT, haha). Then she said that i never changed at all. Wah Lao, that is a huge blow to me lah. That day i came across an old photo of mine, i was damn nerdy and disgusting lah, those kind that i will say er xin type loh. So after 8 years, i'm still the nerdy, disgusting ass? YUCK!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215078879802379314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SF-unEpDTDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jKTMmXNS4Ig/s320/ABC1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bui (Jason), Black (Jiahao), Cute (Binghan) and Birthday boy (Wayne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215079350177177714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SF-vCc7JIHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oZjN815hg74/s320/ABC2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now with me inside. Not nerdy le what. Quite shuai loh, hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215080110028264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SF-vurlwlZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mciistCAb-w/s320/ABC3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends for at least 8 Years.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215079738943953170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SF-vZFMXWRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7NnfpYphSXY/s320/ABC4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Friends since sec 1. Same class, same eca, same soccer team. How time flies! I still can remember my first day in Presbyterian High School. May all of us, plus those who can't make it on sat be close friends until the day we die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8412112077378840582?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8412112077378840582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8412112077378840582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8412112077378840582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8412112077378840582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/guys-night-out.html' title='A guys night out'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SF-unEpDTDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jKTMmXNS4Ig/s72-c/ABC1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-7749598278076902834</id><published>2008-06-17T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:45:31.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day at work</title><content type='html'>For the first time in dunno how many years, maybe got more than 10 years bah, last sunday on Fathers' Day, my whole family went out to have dinner together. For other family, it is like very common, maybe even do it once a week, but for mine, it is something very rare. Dunno why also, when i was in primary school, we would go to places like the zoo, tang dynasty together, but after i got into secondary school, it becomes very very rare le. Haha, never mind, in the future we will have more of such outings, maybe go have dinner once a week after i start working, can treat all of them. Say only lah, no guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work with nothing to do, i can think about anything and everything. I was shown an email about this guy who always made predictions that came true, then he said in July 2008, Japan would experience an earthquake that result in tsunami. Well, as everyone knows, Japan did experience an earthquake recently after i saw that email. But timing and the tsunami not accurate leh, maybe in July will have one bah. Quite scary actually. Quite bored at work, everyday surf soccernet, the go wikipedia search for things like Jade emperor, Guan Yin, World War 2. Do you know that Guan Yin was said to be a guy, but to show he is benevolent, so display him as a female until now. I even go research on UFO loh. Stupid loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came up with a theory again, FATE.What is fate? It is what chinese call 缘份. So what do people mean when they say, oh, we got 缘, but no 份. Well, it means that we got the chance to know each other, so we got 缘, but the timing is incorrect, so no 份. If the timing is correct, then we might end up together, or might etc etc. So in short, fate is related to 风水, the 天时地理人和 must be there. For example, i may met this guy in secondary school, then the timing not correct, we were just classmates, but in JC we became good friends, so the timing is not there initially. Another example, i got together with this girl, but i dunno how to be nice to a gf, so we broke up, if i met her later on in life after i learnt, then we will be happily ever after. So in all, TIMING is very important. Like for now, i got alot of time to waste, yet nobody come and talk to me online, but when i got work to do, alot of people come talk to me, timing is very important in life. When u work, u must make sure the timing is correct, must work for the boss to see, cannot do alot of work then when rest, boss then see. Like that u will never get promotion, so must learn to see timing, say the right things only at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lunch time liao, the right thing to do now is go eat. Sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-7749598278076902834?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/7749598278076902834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=7749598278076902834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7749598278076902834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7749598278076902834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-day-at-work.html' title='Another day at work'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6767912050698185744</id><published>2008-06-15T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:19:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Bui keep singing</title><content type='html'>陈奕迅- 十年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果那两个字没有颤抖&lt;br /&gt;我不会发现我难受&lt;br /&gt;怎么说出口也不过是分手&lt;br /&gt;如果对于明天没有要求&lt;br /&gt;牵牵手就像旅游&lt;br /&gt;成千上万个门口总有一个人要先走&lt;br /&gt;怀抱既然不能逗留&lt;br /&gt;何不在离开的时候&lt;br /&gt;一边享受一边泪流&lt;br /&gt;十年之前&lt;br /&gt;我不认识你你不属于我&lt;br /&gt;我们还是一样陪在一个陌生人左右&lt;br /&gt;走过渐渐熟悉的街头&lt;br /&gt;十年之后&lt;br /&gt;我们是朋友还可以问候&lt;br /&gt;只是那种温柔再也找不到拥抱的理由&lt;br /&gt;情人最后难免沦为朋友&lt;br /&gt;直到和你做了多年朋友&lt;br /&gt;才明白我的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;不是为你而流也为别人而流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄义达- 那女孩对我说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心很空天很大云很重&lt;br /&gt;我很孤单却赶不走&lt;br /&gt;捧着她的名字她的喜怒哀乐往前走多久了&lt;br /&gt;一个人心中 只有一个宝贝 久了之后 她变成了眼泪&lt;br /&gt;泪一滴在左手 凝固成为寂寞 往回看有什么&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 说我保护她的梦 说这个世界&lt;br /&gt;对她这样的不多&lt;br /&gt;她渐渐忘了我 但是她并不晓得 遍体鳞伤的我&lt;br /&gt;一天也没再爱过&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 说我是一个小偷 偷她的回忆&lt;br /&gt;塞进我的脑海中&lt;br /&gt;我不需要自由 只想背着她的梦 一步步向前走&lt;br /&gt;她给的永远不重&lt;br /&gt;一个人心中 只有一个宝贝 久了之后 她变成了眼泪&lt;br /&gt;泪一滴在左手 凝固成为寂寞 往回看有什么&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 说我保护她的梦 说这个世界&lt;br /&gt;对她这样的不多 她渐渐忘了我 但是她并不晓得 遍体鳞伤的我&lt;br /&gt;一天也没再爱过&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 说我是一个小偷 偷她的回忆&lt;br /&gt;塞进我的脑海中&lt;br /&gt;我不需要自由 只想背着她的梦 一步步向前走&lt;br /&gt;她给的永远不重&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 保护她的梦 说这个世界 对她这样的不多&lt;br /&gt;她渐渐忘了我 但是她并不晓得 遍体鳞伤的我&lt;br /&gt;一天也没再爱过&lt;br /&gt;那女孩对我说 说我是一个小偷 偷她的回忆&lt;br /&gt;塞进我的脑海中&lt;br /&gt;我不需要自由 只想背着她的梦 一步步向前走&lt;br /&gt;她给的永远不重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;李圣杰- 靠近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在人挤人的走道&lt;br /&gt;我问了自己&lt;br /&gt;没有爱情的人 是否会长命&lt;br /&gt;那些电影常常让人感觉甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;但是我 不相信&lt;br /&gt;坐在没有人的角落&lt;br /&gt;我也问自己&lt;br /&gt;究竟应该继续还是该放弃&lt;br /&gt;没有人能了解我 现在的心情&lt;br /&gt;想看你想躲你 难以决定&lt;br /&gt;每当我想靠近 你总会装冷静&lt;br /&gt;眼看你的表情 仿佛已经说明&lt;br /&gt;我只想要证明 我们这段爱情&lt;br /&gt;也许在你眼里 他只是个游戏&lt;br /&gt;我只想要靠紧 也很想要抱紧&lt;br /&gt;回想到那过去 和现在新的你&lt;br /&gt;我还想要参与 你的生活点滴&lt;br /&gt;只要你肯相信&lt;br /&gt;我一定会陪你走下去&lt;br /&gt;能不能够让我再说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;还是你已不想听&lt;br /&gt;能不能够把你彻底的忘记&lt;br /&gt;我是真的搞不清&lt;br /&gt;只要你再相信&lt;br /&gt;我们会輕輕的靠在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刘若英- 后来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来 我总算学会了如何去爱 可惜你早已远去&lt;br /&gt;消失在人海&lt;br /&gt;后来 终于在眼泪中明白 有些人 一旦错过就不再&lt;br /&gt;栀子花白花瓣 落在我蓝色百褶裙上&lt;br /&gt;爱你 你轻声说 我低下头闻见一阵芬芳&lt;br /&gt;那个永恒的夜晚 十七岁仲夏 你吻我的那个夜晚&lt;br /&gt;让我往后的时光 每当有感叹 总想起当天的星光&lt;br /&gt;那时候的爱情 为什么就能那样简单&lt;br /&gt;而又是为什么 人年少时 一定要让深爱的人受伤&lt;br /&gt;在这相似的深夜里 你是否一样 也在静静追悔感伤&lt;br /&gt;如果当时我们能 不那么倔强 现在也不那么遗憾&lt;br /&gt;你都如何回忆我 带着笑或是很沉默&lt;br /&gt;这些年来 有没有人能让你不寂寞&lt;br /&gt;永远不会再重来 有一个男孩 爱着那个女孩&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6767912050698185744?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6767912050698185744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6767912050698185744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6767912050698185744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6767912050698185744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/songs-bui-keep-singing.html' title='Songs Bui keep singing'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1869453438935967934</id><published>2008-06-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:11:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very sian</title><content type='html'>Today is a damn lousy day. Nothing to do at work totally. Today's 8 1/2 hours of work, i think i only sent 1/2 hour working. Damn slack. I dun like the feeling of nuaing at work. I think next week will also nua at work. I welcome people to entertain me in msn, or intro interesting website for me to surf. Even with the clown by my side entertain me, i still very sian, maybe its the loss of my special friend. SIAN BODOH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1869453438935967934?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1869453438935967934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1869453438935967934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1869453438935967934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1869453438935967934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-sian.html' title='very sian'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5520797677158656888</id><published>2008-06-05T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:33:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no longer an undergrad!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday just got my results, and now i am formally a graduate! Although my results this sem is far worse compared to previous sems, my first C, its still within my acceptable range. I really not suitable to study alot. This paper i took 1 year to learn, 2 weeks to study and i got a C. If i never study so much, maybe i will score better. I'm not trying to be funny, but my studying technique is always last min and so far so good leh. I was very frightened before the release of the results, scared that i will fail, hence just hoping for a pass. People might think that i very fake, but i am not as confident for this sem compared to the past ones, well, it turn out to be a pass. I should be contented right? Actually i am lah, it doesn't really make a difference. Got job already what. But if people ask me wat i get, i will stay say its lousy, cos it is lousy comparing to my past times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night have a big fight with a very important person to me, i think i have lost her for good already. She always ask me how come i had never mention her in my blog before and i always tell her the next one. This one was supposed to talk about her, but sadly, i have lost her le. People may think she is very strong, very capable, some high up there person, but to me, she is always the cute cute, pretty, bubbly, smart, bimbotic at times ger who needs me by her side. I have seen alot of her weaker side, and faced alot of her fierce and unreasonable side as well. But i like them all. Dun think our characters are suitable to be good friends loh, its time i let go and let her return to greener pastures. She will always have an important place in my heart and i will always be there if u need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ORD LOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5520797677158656888?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5520797677158656888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5520797677158656888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5520797677158656888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5520797677158656888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-no-longer-undergrad.html' title='I&apos;m no longer an undergrad!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6745649851136264992</id><published>2008-06-03T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:21:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!!!</title><content type='html'>Currently i am working as a temp staff in Toa Payoh, very bored, no work to do one. So i shall write an entry and tell jokes that i heard in Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one:&lt;br /&gt;Virginity is not dignity, but a lack of opportunity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between a girlfriend and a wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 45kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Then what is the difference between a boyfriend and a husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you know the origin of the word SHARK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Imagine you are in the sea swimming happily, then you sense something is approaching you. "Deng Deng" "Deng Deng" You become very nervous. You then see a fin swimming towards you. "Deng Deng" "Deng Deng" Then as it gets closer, you want to shout "Shit", then as it got closer, you want to shout "Fuck", but nothing came out, then when it got really close, "Shark" came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This one quite insulting, but very funny. Scroll down if you won't be offended. But even if you do, SORRY ABOUT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know sexual position that creates the ugliest offspring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ask your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6745649851136264992?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6745649851136264992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6745649851136264992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6745649851136264992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6745649851136264992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring.html' title='Boring!!!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2172510762372193926</id><published>2008-05-15T11:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a 1 week trip in Australia, woo hoo, it was very fun, except for a few mishaps. We went to Moreton Island's Tangalooma resort first for 2 days, before going to Gold Coast for 5 more days. We booked this holiday through Chan Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp24KeQbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_yDs6DBOyUY/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477648564863410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp24KeQbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_yDs6DBOyUY/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived at Changi Airport 3 hours before boarding the plane, all very excited. From left, Jiahao (Hao), Kar Hon (KH), Jin Rong(Kim) and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp4IKeQcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wumzFU2p25E/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477670039699906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp4IKeQcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wumzFU2p25E/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we checked in, all went to use the free phones to report strength. Only me, nobody to report to, then help them take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp4oKeQdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6KpqkK3yBNk/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477678629634514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp4oKeQdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6KpqkK3yBNk/s320/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are travelling by Qantas, can see? Quite weird, it is obviously Qantas plane, but got about 5 airlines all boarding this plane, like BA and i think got Air France. But we are by right one, Qantas. Its been more than 10 years since i took a plane, but no feelings. Knn, Qantas inside quite lok kok, lousy one, but got TV that show movies and can play games. My seat damn sucks, the TV like spoil spoil one, the colour damn dark, make me buay gian watch any movie, all black black one, my tv even hang once loh. Then like only 1 air stewardess only, rest all guys, er lah. Then the stewardess very guai lan, ask her things, she attitude me. The guys better, more polite. We then sing birthday song for Kim on the plane, his birthday have to spend on plane, cannot spend with his gf. Anyway, the flight is 7.5 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp5YKeQeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pfaDgxD65pw/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202477691514536418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp5YKeQeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pfaDgxD65pw/s320/d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we saw the sun rise from the plane. Quite magnificent view. See the sky slowly slowly turn bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLolIKeQWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Hjl9EQcpg8U/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476244110557538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLolIKeQWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Hjl9EQcpg8U/s320/e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, after 7.5 hours, we finally reach Brisbane. When we alighting, the custom like look down on us, come and question us loh. So many people pass, also nothing happen, only question us, where we going, what we doing there, what course we study, told her accoutancy, she then laughed at us. Cannot study accountancy meh? But nvm, we going to play le, so bo hiu her. Then we thought straight away we can go Tangalooma as stated on the itinerary provided by the agency. But we were shocked to find out that we have to wait 3 hours for the bus to come. WTF lah, that woman from the agency never tell us loh. We cannot do anything, LL have to wait. Then we make use of the time to plan our other itinerary. Machiam like really busy hoh? Haha, act only loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLoloKeQXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1XDTyrQh6tI/s1600-h/e+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476252700492146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLoloKeQXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1XDTyrQh6tI/s320/e%2B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the bus arrived. Yeah, so exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLol4KeQYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O98wELjSKy4/s1600-h/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476256995459458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLol4KeQYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O98wELjSKy4/s320/f.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah, this ship so big, machiam like cruise lah. Wow, so high class sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLomYKeQZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pKwwqO6sNiY/s1600-h/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476265585394066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLomYKeQZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pKwwqO6sNiY/s320/g.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your head loh, this one then our boat. Haha, kanna tricked loh. Even the boat ride also damn long loh, 1.5 hours sia. Waste time also. All sleep on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLom4KeQaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8ilatQRp004/s1600-h/h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476274175328674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLom4KeQaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8ilatQRp004/s320/h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, we have reached Tangalooma. Yeah.... The resort person tell us that this is the place where they filmed the Scooby Doo movie. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn2oKeQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/K8rtqo8ij8Q/s1600-h/h+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202475445246640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn2oKeQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/K8rtqo8ij8Q/s320/h%2B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from our room, quite nice loh. Btw, there damn cold lah. Very sunny, but once the wind blow, woohooo, haha, weird feeling. Its like genting, but sunnier. We then booked tours to play sand tobogganing and 4 wheel drive tour. Very ex, total about 100 le. But must go there to enjoy, so dun care first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3IKeQSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LSQ-q9fmajw/s1600-h/h+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202475453836575010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3IKeQSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/LSQ-q9fmajw/s320/h%2B2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to the sand dunes on the island. So exciting!!! The journey to and fro the place very exciting. The bus will go pass through the sand and super bumpy, very fun, like roller coaster. Then the driver very funny, said many jokes, but i can only catch a few, too slang liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3YKeQTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ka7TY0PsGWk/s1600-h/i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202475458131542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3YKeQTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ka7TY0PsGWk/s320/i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are here. Look at the wide area of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3oKeQUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tgCglE8L9Ws/s1600-h/j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202475462426509634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn3oKeQUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tgCglE8L9Ws/s320/j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 of us on top of the sand hill. Look how my hair fly to see the wind strength. Guess who slide the furthest down the hill. Haha, the person is pointing at the winner. The climb up the hill super tiring, its sand and the hill very steep. After 2 climbs, all buay tahan already. And it causes a strain on the back, very painful. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn34KeQVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/006QdGxQoxA/s1600-h/k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202475466721476946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLn34KeQVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/006QdGxQoxA/s320/k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the tour, with nothing to do, we went to tour the beach, see, so stylo. Haha. The sand super soft loh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmS4KeQLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qcxDaN39Rvk/s1600-h/l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473731554689202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmS4KeQLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qcxDaN39Rvk/s320/l.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like the msn emoticon? Haha. Cool man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474423044423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLm7IKeQQI/AAAAAAAAANk/paDlZfor5Ac/s320/m.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We then saw this face-like thing on the beach. Very creepy, but we still take pics with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmUYKeQNI/AAAAAAAAANM/KM5cYUqzZjQ/s1600-h/n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473757324493010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmUYKeQNI/AAAAAAAAANM/KM5cYUqzZjQ/s320/n.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then decide to write our mission on on the sand. I think the "lu" word write wrongly. Haha, 4 going to be grads, but none know how to write the word. Think we need to watch more of the monday 8pm channel 8 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmUYKeQOI/AAAAAAAAANU/-F9cvbyGwIM/s1600-h/o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473757324493026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmUYKeQOI/AAAAAAAAANU/-F9cvbyGwIM/s320/o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then sat down to watch the sunset. See this 2 idiots, machiam like the meteor garden show hoh. But too bad its 4 guys, if not will be romantic. Later we went to feed the dolphins. Its wild dolphins lah. Like KH say, we are paying to do their jobs, haha. Its an experience lah, but the water damn, super cold loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmU4KeQPI/AAAAAAAAANc/LxS0Ojuk-LI/s1600-h/p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473765914427634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLmU4KeQPI/AAAAAAAAANc/LxS0Ojuk-LI/s320/p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then in our wet outfit, we then try to take photo with an ang mo, the waitress. From her size, u can guess what the australians look like. She is consider average le. She very friendly, keep giggling, like like us alot. The next day she also keep waving at us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLloIKeQGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/daalEbLkLe8/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202472997115281506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLloIKeQGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/daalEbLkLe8/s320/q.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd day. This is the building with our room. How to pronounce ah? Koo-ka-bu-ra? Haha, thats what we thought until an ang mo while helping us take this pic says koo-ka-ba-ra. Haha. Tangalooma also the same, we thought its tan-ga-low-ma, but we heard the ang mo say its tang-ga-loooo-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLloYKeQHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SS_jSwBs2v8/s1600-h/r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473001410248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLloYKeQHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SS_jSwBs2v8/s320/r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then saw this hut in the middle of nowhere. We came here to RELAX, so must enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLlo4KeQII/AAAAAAAAAMk/9nJnaPVDR9s/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473010000183426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLlo4KeQII/AAAAAAAAAMk/9nJnaPVDR9s/s320/s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our breakfast consists of scrambled egg, sunny-side up, bacon, sausage, toasts, baked beans and mushrooms. The mushrooms very nice. We have alot of time before our 4 wheel drive tour. So we went to play golf. Haha, in singapore no money to play, so go Australia to play free one. Is this how golf is played? Opps, paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLlpYKeQKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/offBAlNAwf8/s1600-h/u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473018590118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLlpYKeQKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/offBAlNAwf8/s320/u.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at me swing, i got play wii before loh. Like Tiger Woods? What is that white thing on the ground? Its the ball, haha, another paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202473014295150738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLlpIKeQJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7vzX_mZtslQ/s320/t.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This time, i did it. The golf session very funny, someone hit the ball so hard that almost kanna a man and his baby. Haha, it was very boring before that, but that incident woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkrYKeQBI/AAAAAAAAALs/RQise6cp1r8/s1600-h/v.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471953438228498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkrYKeQBI/AAAAAAAAALs/RQise6cp1r8/s320/v.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went to play the 4WD. Very fun lah. We travelled up to 35km/h on that motor thingy along the sand dunes. FUN LOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkroKeQCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NCp-TgNydQo/s1600-h/w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471957733195810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkroKeQCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NCp-TgNydQo/s320/w.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at me drive, like Andy Lau in that motor movie? Stylo right? Sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkr4KeQDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RUC2l1lYmHQ/s1600-h/x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471962028163122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLkr4KeQDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RUC2l1lYmHQ/s320/x.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went to play archery. I'm like Legolas right? Shoot 3 arrows and where did they land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLksIKeQEI/AAAAAAAAAME/PISYIlh_pTs/s1600-h/y.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471966323130434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLksIKeQEI/AAAAAAAAAME/PISYIlh_pTs/s320/y.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, i'm a bobo shooter, shoot 3 arrows also cannot hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLksYKeQFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aBNyJdHJu44/s1600-h/z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471970618097746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLksYKeQFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aBNyJdHJu44/s320/z.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During this stay in Tangalooma, we keep seeing filming of this Jap lady. She went around introducing the place and in damn sexy attires, saw her twice in different bikinis, 1 time is a sexy spagetti and even 1 time in a bunny suit. We keep saying she is a Jap AV actress loh, wear until so sexy. But she very pretty, before we leave, we then decided to take a photo with her. Her english very good. Too bad dunno her name, if not sure come back and search for her stuffs. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all about Tangalooma, will continue on Gold Coast in the next posts, when i nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33787026-2172510762372193926?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2172510762372193926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2172510762372193926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2172510762372193926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2172510762372193926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/05/australia-trip-part-1.html' title='Australia Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/SDLp24KeQbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_yDs6DBOyUY/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3729315014721060308</id><published>2008-04-26T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:46:01.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over?</title><content type='html'>Dun wanna count my chickens before they hatch, but i had finished my exams. If everything goes smoothly, i would have graduated and enter into the adult world. So far, the feeling haven really sank in yet, and i dun really see the difference yet. But anyway, i got 3 months to just slack. Anyone got those temp a few days jobs, must intro intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went back to hall for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, quite nice food, nice people, nice place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;( stay there for so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;, must be nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;). Then i did something stupid, rebellious but very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shuang&lt;/span&gt; thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. We were very rowdy in a room, then the security guard come and ask us to get out. Maybe i drink too much, but when i got out, i just shouted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;, 2am in the morning during the exam period. Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but damn song. Then the security guard ask where i stay, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;matric&lt;/span&gt; card, say he there i still dare to shout. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, who he think he is? He got gun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;? Then i just say i dun stay there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt; and walk off. Maybe cos his moustache i dun like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, but occasionally its nice to challenge the authority. Have been obliging with the authority for almost 20 years, its nice to just challenge it. It releases all my stress from the exams. I strongly recommend it for all stressful people. But dun be stupid and challenge those with rights to arrest u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. This type walk around, go lounge sleep one, can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. But only if u got nothing for him to write down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, song. I dun think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in the wrong for challenging him anyway, cos he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;, can ask us nicely to keep quiet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;. Even policeman also will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tok&lt;/span&gt; nicely to people, he can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; and ask us get out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;? Maybe he think he big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;** , cos he got crazy moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kanna&lt;/span&gt; retribution &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;, now got flu. stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3729315014721060308?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3729315014721060308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3729315014721060308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3729315014721060308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3729315014721060308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-over.html' title='Is it over?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3798474619768127843</id><published>2008-04-11T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:37:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>These few weeks i kept listening to songs that accompany me through my secondary school days, reminded me alot about the past, dunno if it is good anot, but felt abit emo recalling the past. Then i remembered a story, it teaches me that in life, it is not always black or white, there is also the grey area. This is roughly how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, there is this guy, Lionel, he was in high school. He did not have alot of friends in school as he was rather popular with the girls. He was very close to the school belle, Helen. Maybe that was why, the guys dun like him that much. Lionel then met George, who was also rather unpopular in school as he was rather arrogant. Lionel sensing that George is rather like him, both do not have much friends, decide to be George's good friend, having lunchs together, hanging out after class. Lionel did alot of things for George, accompanying him to watch movies that he had no interest in, planning a huge birthday celebration for him, inviting the girls who George were not so close to, including Helen, gathering money to get him an expensive gift, and withstanding George's insults on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionel has always like Helen, but as Helen is the school belle, Lionel did not have much chance being with her, hence he became Helen's good friend. George also knew Lionel liked Helen since ages ago. Then one day George told Lionel that he liked Helen, as he became attracted to her during that birthday party, finding her gorgeous. He then asked Lionel to help him out with Helen. Lionel being George and Helen's good friends, decided to help him gather information about Helen. Helen was seeing someone at that time, the school's football captain. Helen also found George cute after being informed by Lionel of George's interest, but she was devoted to her bf. Then one day, Helen broke up, her bf betrayed her, was seeing another ger. Helen was devasted, and Lionel being her good friend, comforted her, taking good care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George knewing about the breakup, then decided to take action, he persuaded Lionel to help him. Helen was fond of the stars, then Lionel advised George to fold her some for her birthday. Even helping George to fold some of the stars and preparing other gifts as Helen's birthday approaches, but of cos all this is done in discreet. Lionel did not know what to do, one on hand he was hoping to celebrate Helen's birthday for her, yet on the other hand, he was helping George. In the end, Helen decided to accept George's invitation and was super touched with George's thoughtfulness of his gifts. Lionel was in a wreck. He then decided to confide in his and George's common friend, Oscar. He told Oscar everything, how he love Helen ever since he first saw her, how he helped George to woo her, how he comforted Helen and now Helen is in love with George.&lt;br /&gt;He did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days later, Helen confronted Lionel, blaming him for telling Oscar that he had hold her hand while comforting her, now George knew about it and he was angry with her. He started to be super cold to her, and Helen was super upset with Lionel. After many rounds of apology and explanation to Helen and George, Helen and George then began close again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, the whole class then went for a graduation trip, and strangely, George was paired up to be in same room as Lionel. They were no longer on talking terms. Lionel then saw George and Helen being very close and he was very upset, he couldn't sleep at night, he wanted to leave the place. George was already asleep. He then went to find Oscar, to ask him to go for a walk, but Oscar refused, Helen was around at that time, and she offered to go walk with Lionel as they are still very good friends. From the walk, Lionel knew that Helen was fond of George but she was not able to be herself while with him. Lionel that advise Helen on how to deal with George's weird temperament. They then got back, but then something happened again. They found out that George had followed them while they went for the walk and he did not like them being so close. He left soon after. Lionel did not know what to do, should he go explain to George or should he just bochap. Helen was also very tired of George's behaviour, hence she told Lionel not to bother with George anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Helen was wide awake, she kept thinking about her fondness of George, was he worth the effort? Would he end up like the football captain? She then thought of Lionel as well, he was always there for her, caring for her ever since high school, she was not sure if she was fond of him, but she was always at ease when with him. Always very comfortable, very happy when with him. She was very tired of tahaning George's behaviour. She then decided that enough is enough, she cannot always be the one giving way to George, she wants to be pampered as well. So she told herself, she will give George 1 month, if George did not go and find her, then George is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that month, she found out that Lionel is the one, and she chose him after a few dates. For all those who dunno the story, they felt that Lionel is the bad ass. After reading this story, i  still dunno who is the bad ass, is Lionel the evil one? Or he is not wrong at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very wordy hoh, haha, just wanna share this story, for those taking a break while studying. Ok, have to go mug liao, Sorry about that! Comment leh, let me know if Lionel is the bad guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3798474619768127843?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3798474619768127843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3798474619768127843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3798474619768127843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3798474619768127843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/04/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5565210202631923393</id><published>2008-03-15T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:12:40.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored!</title><content type='html'>The last 2 weeks alot of things had happened. Mainly bad things. I lost a special friend, i then saw something that i knew existed, but never got the guts to confirm it. That blew my life away. Since young, i was brought up with values, morals that i believeD in. Now i dunno what to think anymore. I shall just treat it that nothing has happened and carry on lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got sick, i think its the stupid weather, super cold lah. My nose kept leaking, people say the best cure for flu is to sleep, bullshit, i slept for at least 10 hours a day for 3 days, yet my flu instead of being cured, resulted in me getting a cough. Until no choice, i yesterday went to see a doctor, dunno when then will recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something great happened, ok, good lah, i got PA's Dean List, haha, very contradicting actually, for those who knew, my PA quite slack actually, first 2 weeks, juz everyday read newspapers. Then just mainly data-entry, photocopying, carrying boxes. Then how am i able to get the PA's Dean list, well its cos, i data entried (dunno got such word anot) super accurately in a fast and efficient manner, i photocopy super nicely where all the words are able to be seen and i carry super alot of boxes as i'm the only guy in my department. Hey, all these not everyone can do in a super efficient way loh, hence i'm always able to end work on time, earliest among all the interns. After getting it, i feel quite empty leh, just a stupid cert only, no prize or what, stupid loh. I'm still going to Deloitte anyway. By the way, i will start work on the 11th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, during this 2 weeks, met a new friend, she was super nice to me. Did alot of sweet things. She was super nice lah, very touched, never being treated so well in a long long time. Thanks alot, my new good friend! Super nice gal, must intro nice guys to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I AM SUPER BORED NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i still wan my special friend back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5565210202631923393?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5565210202631923393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5565210202631923393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5565210202631923393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5565210202631923393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-bored.html' title='I am bored!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-7873277108879751370</id><published>2008-02-29T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:41:08.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>4 years had passed, but finally the anniversary has come. Its time to let go le. All the best to you and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-7873277108879751370?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/7873277108879751370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=7873277108879751370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7873277108879751370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7873277108879751370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/02/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3197809999770818128</id><published>2008-02-23T19:50:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week in hall</title><content type='html'>Well, as the title suggests, last week was supposed to be my last week in hall. I bought my K850I already. Super stylo loh, touch screen sia, but i also dun really dare to use it, scare spoil.Then i had 2 farewell dinners with 2 different groups in hall. And the pics below are from the phone, very clear, but my hand shake, so alot very blur, guess i suffer the same fate as all handsome guys, i'm more suitable to be photographed then to take pics of others. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, on tues, i went for the CNY dinner in hall, the food so so only loh, thought would have like 8 to 10 course dinner, but only got like 5 or 6 only. KNS. Then on wed, went to can 13 with Yanlin, Yin Yin, Hui Qun, Wen Jun, Jiayi, Elaine and Hui Ping. Took some photos with them, but ended up either blur or dark. The flash not really powerful.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AKTp5a_sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YcPa_wdRpuM/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170143705001819842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AKTp5a_sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YcPa_wdRpuM/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AKoZ5a_tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0Ou3Lbwtiv4/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144061484105426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AKoZ5a_tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0Ou3Lbwtiv4/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Thurs, had dinner with the 48 people. Wah, the ladies(Lijun, Jeannie, Jin Teng) + Wei Jie cooked for me loh, haha, super honoured. Shu Yun, Tiffany and Shi Ting also got helped out someway lah, haha. There was spagetti, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8ALYp5a_uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4N5o-JC8D4k/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144890412793570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8ALYp5a_uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4N5o-JC8D4k/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vegetables + meat, eel, potatoe + meat and soup, but the most tasty is the baked beans, i wonder how they cook it? Haha, no lah, all very nice. They then got me a card, with all the 48 people writing somethings, but mainly taking about this wrong opinion of me and asking me not to leave. Also got a photo frame and someone also got me a softtoy, made me feel really like a jie mei, noooooooooooooooooooo. (i always tease them for not including me in their gatherings, then they call me to be their jie mei, i die die also dun wan. I'm a healthy man, like wat Mark Lee said in that Ah Long show, dun believe ask them to lie down, see if they will be pregnant anot.) Haha, but its really fun to hang out with all of hall's people. Those that hang out with me are the hao rens of hall 9, haha. The previous day, we even got together and talk cock and ghost stories until 5am, made me cannot wake up for lecture. This is hall life bah, but my first time experiencing it. Too bad, its ending soon already. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AOWZ5a_vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GHA4D2Wc4bk/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170148150292971250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AOWZ5a_vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GHA4D2Wc4bk/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AOkZ5a_wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sRcvLAKlmkI/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170148390811139842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AOkZ5a_wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sRcvLAKlmkI/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But really very touched. Thanks alot! Below are most of 48's people. (From left to right: Shu Yun, Tiffany, Jeannie, Li Jun, Kelvin, Guan Teng, Shi Ting, Yin Yun and Hui Qun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AO455a_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1z4JEfncaNY/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170148742998458130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AO455a_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1z4JEfncaNY/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8APVZ5a_yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Si9ARcClei8/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170149232624729890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8APVZ5a_yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Si9ARcClei8/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8APop5a_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NctJVq77nXk/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170149563337211698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8APop5a_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NctJVq77nXk/s200/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AP7Z5a_0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B4sOh9RHahE/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170149885459758914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AP7Z5a_0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B4sOh9RHahE/s200/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AQOZ5a_1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g1UYMgMwmEU/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170150211877273426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AQOZ5a_1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g1UYMgMwmEU/s200/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AQgZ5a_2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GwanlbH2Eig/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170150521114918754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AQgZ5a_2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GwanlbH2Eig/s200/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170150838942498674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AQy55a_3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CI754LPb--c/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; PS: I must add this pic. Cos someone said this thing on the railing is DOG SHIT. HAHA, funny sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33787026-3197809999770818128?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3197809999770818128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3197809999770818128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3197809999770818128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3197809999770818128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-week-in-hall.html' title='Last week in hall'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R8AKTp5a_sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YcPa_wdRpuM/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8267773772144957436</id><published>2008-02-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:02:32.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a very special day</title><content type='html'>7 years ago, on this very day at 9.51.52pm, something happened that change my life. But then its over already. I never bothered about dates this past few years in NTU, to me, life is only about ok, Monday is free day, Tues got 2 tutorials, Wed free day, Thurs got 2 lects, but then everytime during the beginning of Feb, my bio-clock will inform me that this day (today's date) has arrived, maybe this incident needs someone to help me forget bah, haha. Not a ying(1) ying(3) lah, but i shouldn't keep remembering this date, got another one which is more memorable, coming soon. I shall blog on that date too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i was informed by my mum that i can't celebrate CNY due to my grandfather passed away less than a year ago, i knew this in advance lah, but i was shocked by how even the tiniest celebration also cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;1) To all my friends who wanna come my house for CNY, sorry about that, but no hongbaos, cos my parents cannot give. But you are welcome to come play mahjong!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Not my parents kniao loh, i cannot even take oranges to other people's house. So i think that means no hongbaos for me as well, haha, dun really feel anything leh, maybe the impact haven set in yet. So any true friends of mine wanna invite me over to your place? No oranges leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently news very hot, the online disclosure of Edison Chen and Gillian Chung's nude pictures. The pics were nude of cos, and they were in compromising positions, haha. He was satisfying her lah, then even got Bobo Chan (dunno who she is), she was satisfying Edison. Then even got Cecilia Cheung's one lah. Inside got no Edison, but then they say the pic was taking at Edison's place lah and she was linked to him also. She was ermmm, foresty. Haha. Then the news paper even put that he was linked to many more people and more pictures will be released. Heard even got Joey Rong Zu Er. Edison is shuai lah, but then so many chio celebrities wanna bed him or already bed him, wah lao, so kua zhang. I like Gillian Chung and Cecilia lah, they are famn chio loh, and i thought they are innocent types. I once saw an interview on Edison, he said he lost his virginity in USA at the age of i think 12 or 13. Maybe that is why he can attract so many pretty girls, experienced mah. Shuai Ge is not good, girls should go for average guys like the one u see on top, haha, at least wun do such things and pai seh yourself. Last time Singapore got the T***y video types, Malaysia got the dunno wat minister, Taiwan got the Chu Mei Feng, USA got the paris hilton and pamela anderson, now Hong Kong got this. So for all those people who wanna take photos or videos in such scenarios, better think twice. In handphone, once lose hp, u die. In com, then like edison will get hacked. In safe, like Pamela anderson will get stolen. Haha, nothing is safe!!! I think best way is put in Friendster or Facebook, then nobody will go bother. I am lame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The pics can be found online. Anything can be found online. I recently got facebook, come add me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8267773772144957436?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8267773772144957436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8267773772144957436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8267773772144957436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8267773772144957436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-very-special-day.html' title='Today is a very special day'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1232149377586981209</id><published>2008-01-22T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:56:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny poem</title><content type='html'>Today i heard a damn funny version of the 床前明月光 poem. This comes from an english-speaking friend. I always thought this poem is known to every chinese kid, but she proves me totally wrong. This is her version of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;船前明月光&lt;br /&gt;chuan qian ming yue guang&lt;br /&gt;地上爱扇霜&lt;br /&gt;di shan ai shan shuang&lt;br /&gt;月亮代表我的心&lt;br /&gt;yue liang dai biao wo de xin&lt;br /&gt;低头有个池&lt;br /&gt;di tou you ge chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is after i correct her, she think she is damn smart lah, cos every line got something correct. Still remember her reaction: " Hahahahaha, i'm damn smart lah, cannot take it!" Then she continue to beam at her intelligence. Bimbo lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i told her the third one was ju tou wang ming yue, then she guessed the 4th one is di tou, so she is damn proud of her smartness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1232149377586981209?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1232149377586981209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1232149377586981209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1232149377586981209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1232149377586981209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-poem.html' title='Funny poem'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4978650621055235037</id><published>2008-01-16T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry in 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Very long since i last blogged, very lazy, no choice. Dunno what to blog about, so lets start with what had happened since my last entry. Firstly, the rugby tournament, well in 2 words sums it up: WE LOST. Sigh, think we should proceed to at least the knock-out stages. I think its all the captain's fault, lousy captain, never motivate the team at all, never train the team well. Stupid Captain, if you dunno, well, i'm the captain. We won the first match, lost the next 2 and we are out. In the crucial last match, it was down to penalty shootout, drop-kick style. I was the first kicker and i missed. Its sudden death, lucky they missed also. But after 4 rounds, we are out. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R42csFqjp8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fBOPbv1-Kpg/s1600-h/DSC_9596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155949429657937858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R42csFqjp8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fBOPbv1-Kpg/s320/DSC_9596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R42d9lqjp9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xvzP1ilRGhQ/s1600-h/DSC_9650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155950829817276370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R42d9lqjp9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xvzP1ilRGhQ/s320/DSC_9650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, missing the kick and me giving a farewell speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be my last sem, going to the working world already. Anyway, i'm going to Deloitte. Why? Well, cos of friends bah, never was good with making new friends, so prefer to stick with current friends. Oh, 1 new theory about mahjong, its home DISadvantage. Whenever i played at home, sure lose, but maybe little bit only. If i play elsewhere, normally can win alot. Haha, this year 2008, maybe my mahjong year, luck coming back liao. There was this period, many years back, when my luck was damn good, want what tile, can get what tile. Sure win, and always win by alot. Then luck went away, lose all the way also. For those who dunno, well, i'm not a pro, but my family can be said as mahjong family, very CNY, surely will have mahjongs, 3 tables in my Ah Ma's place. But surprisingly, i learnt mahjong in Primary 5 or 6 from neighbours. Then start to play mahjong games to learn more. For those amateur, 明星三缺一is a very good teacher. At least can learn to count tai. Ok, thats all for now, maybe next entry is during CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS1: Cannot have CNY this year, dunno is good or bad thing, can save on CNY clothings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS2: Went to see Die Da for my ankle, say what soft bone injured lah, need rest for 2 weeks, but me being so sporty, wun rest for 2 weeks one, so now still pain. That sinseh damn stupid leh, after treating me, he say if still pain, i say yes, then he buay song, treat me again, then ask again, i say still pain, he buay song again, treat again, only wanna me say ok, then he will let me go. But quite good lah, after that really no more pain. But only lasted for 3 days, then pain come back. I think is he press press press until my veins become numb, dun feel anything, so no pain, but now vein recover, pain also recover. Haha, sort of hope its hair-line fracture, then can x-ray then can downgrade, HAHAHAHA. Sorry about that!&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/33787026-4978650621055235037?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4978650621055235037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4978650621055235037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4978650621055235037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4978650621055235037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-entry-in-2008.html' title='First entry in 2008'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R42csFqjp8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/fBOPbv1-Kpg/s72-c/DSC_9596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8047533168480965726</id><published>2007-12-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:57:25.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas!!! And as usual, I'm at home. Dun really feel like going out, especially going to squeeze with people to countdown. Not that I'm all alone on this eve of someones 忌日, i was having my annual Christmas gift exchange with my cousins. Since from many years ago, i had already dun like this festival, dunno why also, but on this day i will feel very lonely, even when I'm with a lot of friends and family, i will just feel lonely, maybe the one who can make me feel warm and wanted is not around me bah. Not that i dun have friends and family who make me feel warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, but i need someone who can make me feel that I'm the only thing in her heart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;, all these make me seem so loser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kao&lt;/span&gt;, i shall stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rugby match day is coming soon, on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SRC&lt;/span&gt; field, all are welcome and asked to come and support me. The day to show if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; right to accept the captaincy of my hall's rugby team. If we can't proceed to even the quarters, that means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a lousy captain, even if our group is the group of death, no excuses. I found out 1 thing, i cannot cope with pressure, i will miss the drop kicks, shit, i must train more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i saw National Treasure, damn nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, well not that the show is damn nice, but i love this kind of thing, mystery, puzzles, adventure. The show got some parts which are confusing, like the page 47 thingy, never explain properly. And it is entirely on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;US's&lt;/span&gt; history, not all of us knew the history, so may feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; lost. Lucky i know somethings, like President Lincoln was assassinated in an opera, my friend who was beside me was totally lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, he dun even know that USA got this mountain which was of the faces of 4 fathers of America, i only recognised Lincoln and Washington, other 2 cannot really remember, but i read somewhere before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hoh&lt;/span&gt;. The writer very clever, can link all the things together, hope to see more of such shows soon! I love such stories, read all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; brown collection and another author's one also, forgot his name, but i remembered one book was of about the Knights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Templar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8047533168480965726?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8047533168480965726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8047533168480965726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8047533168480965726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8047533168480965726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-725169284532244448</id><published>2007-12-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:59:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update about my life</title><content type='html'>Its being 2 weeks since i last blogged. Dun really know wat to write and also too lazy to do anything. Well, i juz came back from dnd comm free dinner at ricetable, erm, food so so only, not very nice. This 2 weeks being very busy, busy with interviews and dunno why during exam period very free, and scv got alot of nice shows to watch, after exam over, i became damn busy, almost everyday got something on and the scv got nothing to watch. This 2 weeks i found out something about myself, that i'm actually very homely, i prefer to stay at home then going out and too lazy to go out also. The past week, i had been to 3 interviews, at pwc, deloitte and ernst and young. Before i got into final year, i only wanna go pwc, now when i got it, i am not really interested anymore. Its just my JC days when i wanted to go AJC badly when i was in sec 4, then when got the chance to get in, i chose NYJC. I'm in a dilemma, dunno if i wanna go the so called prestigious PWC, the one with similar name to mine, Ernst and Young or the one which is almost as slack at pwc, yet which alot of my frens are going Deloitte. Sigh, fan ah! Yesterday went for Deloitte's cocktail function at Hilton hotel, free food, but no chairs to sit. The people were psychoing us to choose it, me being a rather stubborn guy who wun give in to psychoing, was abit tempted to go DT. I wish i got something tat can tell me which one to choose. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out another thing about myself, I'm not ready for a relationship yet. I dun really wanna commit myself in 1 relationship, be there all the time when ur gf needs u, have to listen to her whine and being her sandbag. Yet on the other hand, i long for someone to be there when i need her, accompany me for movie marathons. Rubbish blog, cannot think properly at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-725169284532244448?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/725169284532244448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=725169284532244448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/725169284532244448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/725169284532244448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-about-my-life.html' title='Update about my life'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2048309668895988322</id><published>2007-11-24T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:35.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why do people make birthday wishes when they never come true? I dunno about other people, but for me, it had never came true before. Yet, every year i continue to make birthday wishes, how stupid can that be? When i was in my pre-teen and teen days, i was crazy about Xiao Ding Dang, then every birthday, i would wish that i would have a Xiao Ding Dang, stupid unrealistic i know, that's why i used so many years of wish to hope i can get mah, but still never come true. Then i grew up, wish for more realistic things, but still never come true before. This year, i made a very sensible wish, but i think most likely it won't come true. I once saw a shooting star, and i made a wish, well dunno if really managed to wish in time, but the wish came true, after like a few months, so for those that wanna make wishes, shooting star might be a better alternative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136368117504834722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0gLlteEfKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xetmemFIO78/s400/DSCF1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PS: I still think birthdays are overrated. But thanks alot people! And thanks to all the people who had wished me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2048309668895988322?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2048309668895988322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2048309668895988322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2048309668895988322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2048309668895988322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/11/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0gLlteEfKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xetmemFIO78/s72-c/DSCF1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-7643848084444232338</id><published>2007-11-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! This year birthday quite sucky, no birthday luck at all, got 2 cakes, one made me totally out of breath, the other was smeared all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that when u try to blow, until no breath, u will feel your lungs contract and your hands will feel got no blood and start trembling, wow, is it amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today paper very hard, might result in my first D, skip B and C, go straight to D. Just hope to pass! I think i'm going to drop my double specialization, really cannot cope, especially when i'm not a mugger, i won't spend more than 4 hours a day studying, doing tutorials. I will only study if there is quiz or exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got a surprise just now when my hall mates came over to celebrate for me. Thanks people! Although the guys drag me into toilet, took off my top, then wan take off my pants also, which i resist with all my might, they then waste a piece a cake and smeared it all over my body. It was just like being gang-raped by 8 guys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134939443878460562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0L4N9eEfJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bZ4sltVjyZg/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hope that A can really bring me As! Thanks people for celebrating for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Heard that for guys, 23 years old is bad luck, looks like quite true, shitty bombmi bum. Hope it is not true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-7643848084444232338?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/7643848084444232338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=7643848084444232338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7643848084444232338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/7643848084444232338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0L4N9eEfJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bZ4sltVjyZg/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6374119837977968072</id><published>2007-11-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassed myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just came back from my birthday celebration with my cousins at Fish and Co at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; hub. I was made to do super embarrassing thing, will upload the video once i learnt how to. Anyway, once of my 11 birthday wishes, i got 4 already. I got a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; jacket from my cousins and sisters. Got the man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;utd&lt;/span&gt; jersey from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jiajun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;elton&lt;/span&gt;, i ordered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; rugby jersey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; and got an earpiece from my mum. Thanks everyone, although my birthday not here yet, but this year at least better, got some gifts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Hope to receive more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i also received &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;afew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hongbaos&lt;/span&gt; from my grandma, aunt and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;godma&lt;/span&gt;. So should be 5 out of 11, but cash is the more the merrier.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134462126982986866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0FGGdeEfHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PtGJ-UqVGNw/s400/1174553294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jacket, very nice, but look abit like Liverpool jersey, haha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134480900285037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0FXLNeEfII/AAAAAAAAAIU/37iwVaINmQ8/s320/19112007491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6374119837977968072?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6374119837977968072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6374119837977968072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6374119837977968072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6374119837977968072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/11/embarrassed-myself.html' title='Embarrassed myself'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/R0FGGdeEfHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PtGJ-UqVGNw/s72-c/1174553294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6810001362783147529</id><published>2007-11-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N95 8 GB or K850i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RzxmUKU_43I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jxz0SO3iWpM/s1600-h/150x240_SonyEricssonK850i_VelvetBlue(big).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133090171851367282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RzxmUKU_43I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jxz0SO3iWpM/s320/150x240_SonyEricssonK850i_VelvetBlue(big).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RzxmF6U_42I/AAAAAAAAAH8/M04ay4Lh60s/s1600-h/150x240_Nokia_N95(staff).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133089927038231394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RzxmF6U_42I/AAAAAAAAAH8/M04ay4Lh60s/s320/150x240_Nokia_N95(staff).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of changing phone to either Nokia N95 8 GB or Sony Ericsson K850i. Both got what i wan, 5 megapixel camera. But prices differs alot. N95 is $768, K850i is $568. Although N95 is more expensive, it got 8 GB worth of internal memory. But i aim for K850i very long already. Normally i will juz choose K850i, but that day i saw the display set, the buttons like quite hard to press. But N95 is quite bulky leh, i tend to put handphone in pocket, so if its bulky, then will be "pong pong" leh. Do i need to pay an additional $200 for 8GB of memory? Do I need the extra memory? I got mp3 player, so won't need the memory for songs. So if just comparing camera function, i think k850i is better, it got xenon flash (dunno what the hell is so great about this, but heard that it is very powerful flash). Ai ya, dunno which one is better lah. Should i be devoted and get the K850i that i aim for very long or xi xin yan jiu and get the N95? Its all my sister's fault, if she never intro me to N95 then no such problem.&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/33787026-6810001362783147529?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6810001362783147529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6810001362783147529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6810001362783147529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6810001362783147529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/11/n95-8-gb-or-k850i.html' title='N95 8 GB or K850i'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RzxmUKU_43I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jxz0SO3iWpM/s72-c/150x240_SonyEricssonK850i_VelvetBlue(big).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-973634875686697806</id><published>2007-11-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:04:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky week</title><content type='html'>The past week is really sucky lah. Everything juz happen during last week and actually i intend to study last week, end up never study at all. First my lap top hang, then i gei kiang, saw a program abt reformat my com, then i click and let it run, half way thru, i panick, abort the pogram. But too late, my lappie cannot be used anymore, lucky i smart, go find the recovery disc, then run, then have to reformat the com. Everything is gone, all my documents, pics, music, games, everything. Then later i heard got such thing call unformat, so again i gei kiang, decide to went down to sim lim to do it. He say cost $100, then i waited for the guy to do it. I waited like 2 hours plus, in the end still need to wait, so i say i tml then come and take. Went home, then my scv crashed, fucking hell, no more tv to watch. I finally got chance to watch premier league leh, then no scv. The next day went to collect my lappie, then can only retrieve alittle things, and it cost $80 somemore. Waste my time and effort and money. Next time i will know, NEVER EVER SAVE DOCUMENTS INSIDE C DRIVE. Must save in D Drive. Then call the starhub afew times, finally decide to let the technician come tml and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1: A few other things happen also, i quarrel with a close fren, dunno how it will end up.&lt;br /&gt;PS2: I'm getting Man Utd red jersey, with rooney printed behind, but should be fake one, haha, but who cares, no money, no need real. And my sis should be getting me tat rugby jersey. Yes, 2 down, 8 to go.&lt;br /&gt;PS3: I'm a psychic, many things i anyhow say, in the end always end up the truth. Since last time already like tat, nothing to do then quarrel with gf, in the end she really did sth wrong. Now also like tat, say 1 rubbish, in the end really correct. But why cannot see the next winning toto numbers?&lt;br /&gt;PS4: I CANNOT STUDY, CANNOT CONCENTRATE!!! normally, i will feel like tat for last paper only, now first paper, i cannot concentrate liao, hong kan liao lah.&lt;br /&gt;PS5: GOOD LUCK TO ERNEST, MAY HE BE ABLE TO STUDY AND SCORE WELL FOR THE EXAM! (haha, hope more pple read it(loud), the message will pass to the god(s), then i will really do well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-973634875686697806?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/973634875686697806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=973634875686697806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/973634875686697806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/973634875686697806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/11/unlucky-week.html' title='Unlucky week'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-40478351912723604</id><published>2007-10-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:36.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proudest Day of my life</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, a friend sent me this pic. It was the day when i got back my O Level results. It was supposed to be the proudest day of my life. Whenever i thought back of that day, i would be damn proud of it. I can still remember that exact day clearly, as if it just happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was (dunno wat date), the day i collect my O level results. I went back to school early to play soccer with my fellow classmates then. Very sweaty after that, i went Jiahao's house to bathe first. I then received my gf then's phonecall. " Hey, Tan Chee Wee told us the results already, i got 10 points, blah blah blah..." Well, she was one of the spice girls group, a bunch of studious girls in my class, so she got back to school early with her group to talk cock with the teacher. I replied: "Very good lah, then me leh?" "Dunno leh, he dun wan reveal much." Feeling very excited, i quickly went to school with the guys, thinking that maybe i can get 10 points, since she is always better than me by little bit only. After reaching school, Tan Chee Wee, our form teacher, talked to everyone except me lah, telling them their grades, "Clarence, well done, single digit, Jiahao, all As, but english not so good, 12 points, blah blah blah..." He only talked to those who did quite well, he never come talk to me, i felt nervous already, shit, does that mean i didn't do well? Then the principal went to talk, blah blah blah, then she suddenly start to announce the top students, starting with 10 points. Jiajun was beside me, i told him that Tan Chee Wee like never talk to me, maybe i didn't do well, the most is 10 points, keeping my fingers crossed, i hoped for Ernest to be called, one by one, people went up, then she said, ok now for the 9 pointers. My heart sank, shit, i didn't do very well. Jiajun was consoling me. Then the pincipal said, the first person is Ernest Lin. I was still feeling sad, this name like very familiar leh, who is it ah, it didn't occur to me that it was me. Jiajun then shaked me and told me to go up, "Ernest Lin, are you here?" I then woke up, omg, its me. HAHAHAHAHA, i then went up and received my results, still very stunned. She then carry on, "Pauline Hong", she came up and there are some catcalls. I then asked her, thought u say u got 10? She: yah loh, that Tan Chee Wee say its 10 leh. Forgot wat else we said, later then we went to take photo, and voila....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126440019365232418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RyTGCVycfyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdcvE2Pww4Y/s400/o+level+release.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be my proudest day lah, but after taking a look at this photo, i cannot believed my eyes. WTF, i looked damn COCK lah, spoil all my beautiful image of that wonderful day. Now although can never be that proud, but at least i am not that COCK anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-40478351912723604?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/40478351912723604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=40478351912723604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/40478351912723604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/40478351912723604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/proudest-day-of-my-life.html' title='Proudest Day of my life'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RyTGCVycfyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sdcvE2Pww4Y/s72-c/o+level+release.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6245298800498666595</id><published>2007-10-25T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:15:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question that proves Singapore University students are dumb dumb</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a fren sent me a sms about a maths question, supposedly for primary school kids, but 99% of university undergrads got it wrong, wanting to prove it wrong, i ans the sms. I got correct in my first try, haha. I then forwarded the sms to many frens to see if they can get it correct. Out of about 20 people, only 2 got correct, haha, so its not true 99% are dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;The tough question is:&lt;br /&gt;A customer went to Mr Goon's shop to buy a gift. The gift cost $18, but Mr Goon is selling at $21. The customer then give Mr Goon a $100 note, having no small change, Mr Goon then exchange the money with his neighbour, Mr Doo. Mr Goon then pay back $79 to the customer. Later Mr Doo found out that the $100 note is fake, having no choice, Mr Goon have to give back $100 to Mr Doo. In this transaction, how much did Mr Goon lost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6245298800498666595?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6245298800498666595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6245298800498666595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6245298800498666595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6245298800498666595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/question-that-proves-singapore.html' title='Question that proves Singapore University students are dumb dumb'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1794108311737242205</id><published>2007-10-21T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:04:49.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>4 more weeks, then it will be my 2nd last exam period, at least for the near future. Normally exam period should be relax, just study for exam can already, but NTU got this stupid schedule. This week i got 1 project, then next week, got 3 projects due, 2 quizzes on the same day. Wah lao, siao liao lah, suddenly i'm stressed, panicked liao. Shit, i must start to study this week and pai the projects le. This past month alot of people become quite anti-social, think i should start to become anti-social le. I really must study le, must maintain this stress mode, if not i won;t study one.&lt;br /&gt;And i sort of made up my mind to apply for wat jobs liao. Think i shall go big 4, no point applying banks, dun wan the mundane jobs, while the challenging jobs wun want me. Actually not big 4, i think i will apply the big 2 and the smaller one. A partner at one of the big4 say one, " actually its big3 and the other one, but one of the big3 got such a bad reputation that it must have some truth in it, so it only left 2." In case u dunno which 2 left, its the one where everyone wanna go and my company lah. But i think i will apply pwc, ey and deloitte only. Dun wan go the better paying one, not due to the reputation, but cos of someone. Everyone say surely can get in big4, but what if suay suay i can't get in, then i never apply banks, how ah? Will i be jobless? Argh, wat the heck, the most go and sell wan ton mee loh, hahahaha, be my wan ton mee prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i really wan it badly, anyway to get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1794108311737242205?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1794108311737242205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1794108311737242205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1794108311737242205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1794108311737242205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-weeks-to-go.html' title='4 weeks to go'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8238877469877715650</id><published>2007-10-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:35:59.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Start</title><content type='html'>Wah, the beginning to this week sucked. On monday i found that i misplaced my jacket, but i couldn't remember where i lost it. This windbreaker very memorable to me, it had been with me for 7 years already. Got it during J1, it had been through all major exams with me, and now it is gone. WTH..... Anyone see my windbreaker, please let me know. It is a black Nike windbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday i began to feel sick, WTF lah, thursday got 2 quiz, then i fall sick now, should let me fall sick on thurs mah. Anyway, i haven really sick yet, juz felt that my head very heavy, then abit nausea. Someone told me its the weather, this type of comment very auntie right? Only aunties like my mum will say such things loh, young people like us wun comment so. I believe its the dinner i took yesterday, its super oily loh. In case u dunno, i ate fried hor fan from a canteen and i dun wan go far to buy dinner, so i da bao nearby. Dun wanna name the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of taking MC for my 304 quiz, but what the heck, i changed my mind, think i'm going to take the quiz, unless i really damn sick on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, think i need to go pray pray first, luck running out. And there is a choice 11 now. An Adidas jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Most prob it will be like last year when i ended up with nothing, haha.&lt;br /&gt;PS: England rulz, the England in rugby world cup. They in final already, when no one think they can make it, they overcome every obstacles. Johnny Wilkinson! So i really wan that england rugby jersey, around $170 lah, i know super ex, thats why hope got any kind soul can get for me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8238877469877715650?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8238877469877715650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8238877469877715650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8238877469877715650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8238877469877715650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/unlucky-start.html' title='Unlucky Start'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-589647387188834810</id><published>2007-10-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:41:58.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Various thoughts</title><content type='html'>Last weekend actually wanna blog about many thoughts, but never bring laptop home, so got no com to use. First i wanna scold myself for refusing to change. I know my studying method is very wrong, yet i never change, even after i told myself to change since year 2. For those who dunno, my studying method is to study at the very last minute. Since the paper is on friday and i got monday to thurs to study, i will only managed to study on thurs. Monday i will relax, watch tv, tuesday i will wan to study, but instead went to play game, wed will have some tv show that i wanna watch and never study, until thurs then i will gan jiong and study until into the wee hours, leaving me only a few hours of sleep. Even though this method is totally wrong, i managed to score relatively well, i got such luck, until last thurs when this method totally backfired. I flunk my quiz, i really hate myself lah, always like that, but i hope this failure can push me to work harder in future quiz and exams. Really must work hard le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing i wanna say is i'm always very misleading. Always make people get the wrong ideas of things. Even if i like this ger, i wun treat her nicely, i will ka jiao her, disturb her, tease her and make her unhappy with me. Always like that one. I wun dare to talk to her in public leh, the most is just a hi. But in private, i long to talk to her, yet difficult to find topic, can only ka jiao her and make her tu lan with me. Like that how to make her like me? Stupid loh. Yesterday someone told me, i dun really like someone like i can totally click with her and see past her flaws. Very true loh. For those who know me, my past gfs got standard one loh, quite high actually, too good for me le, maybe that is why none last. Then even my sis told me on sat that she has faith with my standard, told me not to disappoint her. Haha. I admit i used to think if this girl that i like meets the standard, i dunno how to answer that. But i began to look past that, i find myself longing to be with her, does that mean this is love? I last time believed that 情人眼里出西施。In the beginning, i dun find her attractively, but the more i see her, the more i wan to see her. Sometimes i will go and look at her picture, sick man, machiam like some psycho, but just see only lah. I must stop to treat her badly le, cannot tease her anymore, but like some said, i got no chance, never mind loh, i like her doesn't mean it has to be reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i wanna say is someone important birthday is coming. Haha, that important person is none other than me. Quite sad actually, dunno why this year so many people got special celebrations done by their friends for them. I myself plan a few for friends loh, but i wun receive such celebrations one loh, except last year, got quite a pleasant surprise. The past years i tend to compare and made myself unhappy, but this year i grow up le, wun compare anymore. Just a birthday wish is enough for me. I wun review the actual day, dun wanna get sabo. Haha. For those who know the day, i got some birthday wishes, if you wan get me gift, dunno what to get, these are the things i want:&lt;br /&gt;1) Digital Cam (but not impt, my sis getting one, can kope hers)&lt;br /&gt;2) Man U jersey&lt;br /&gt;3) England rugby jersey&lt;br /&gt;4) A gf?&lt;br /&gt;5) New handphone (K850I haven come out yet)&lt;br /&gt;6) Raoul shirt ( i got a $50 voucher, but not enough to get a shirt, maybe someone can top up?)&lt;br /&gt;7) A good ear piece for mp3.&lt;br /&gt;8) Good grades (this one have to depend on myself)&lt;br /&gt;9) Car (Biggest wish since i got licence, but have to wait 3 more years until i go work bah)&lt;br /&gt;10) Cash is always good.&lt;br /&gt;Last year the most sucky one, no one got me any significant gift. Got a $40 kusinbo voucher, but no one to go with leh, this type of thing, give me only after i got gf leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all le, i must go study le. If see me online, scold me, made me study!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-589647387188834810?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/589647387188834810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=589647387188834810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/589647387188834810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/589647387188834810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/various-thoughts.html' title='Various thoughts'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5346146438097907234</id><published>2007-10-08T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:08:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day</title><content type='html'>Today is such a weird day, within a few hours in school, i met 4 weird people. Ok, maybe 5, one is every Monday i surely see one. First 2 was when i was in HSS library, i was using the com, when 1 guy came up to me and asked if i can let him use the com, cos he need to print something. Ok, that is not weird, the weird thing is in HSS library, if you wan print something, you can use a common com beside the printer. Ok, still not really weird, but he can ask anyone else, instead he chose me. I was sitting the most inside lah, he need to get past a few people to get to me loh. Ok, not weird, cos maybe he see i good to bully. The weird thing is when he was asking me, he keep aum chio (smile secretly) lah, wah lao eh, weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also about to leave, so i let him use loh, then i went to print my notes, but then i realised i forgot to print 1 note, so i dun wanna get to that guy again, so i used the common com. It was there that i met the 2ns weird guy. He was having trouble using the com to print, ok not weird, even though this is NTU and it is already the middle of a sem, this may be the first time he print something, so he dunno how to do it. Being the hao ren that i was, i offered my help lah, told him how to do it. He then stared at me as if never see hao ren before loh, but he still accept my help lah. After choosing the files he wanted to print, normally people would go to the printer to print what, but instead he went inside the library, not wanting to print anymore. WTH lah, he took damn long loh, waste my time waiting for him to get done, then he dun wan print. WEIRD GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3rd one i think is the weirdest of them all. I went to toilet after having my lunch, then inside the toilet, got 1 guy. He just keep staring at the urinal as if inside got treasure map lah. He was not peeing lah. Then when he realised got people inside the toilet (i.e. me), he then kei kei walk around the toilet. The toilet how big only, he act as if he was in a shopping center. Ok, not very weird, then when i was done, he then move back to that urinal to look and appreciate at that piece of "Da Vinci Art piece" (i.e. urinal). Weird right? Maybe is a crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th one is the usual one that i saw every Monday. He was a professor of mine lah. Super weird guy, 3 hours seminar, he always waste the first 2 hours talking cock, praising us as if we were geniuses. Crazy guy, every seminar without fail, he will waste our time, today as usual, he talked cock again, talk about LKY, say what can any singaporeans speak up, our whole class singaporeans lah. And he thought he was funny, but the truth is he speak poor english until it is so difficult to understand what he is trying to say. NTU got so many such lousy english-speaking professors lah. Waste our school fees only, in the end also rely on ourselves to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is when i was on the way back to my room, after i got down the shuttle bus, got this guy behind me, then i heard him talk to himself, i thought he was on the phone, so bo hiu him. He then overtake me, then i saw he was talking to himself lah, no phone, no earpiece, no bluetooth. NTU too stressful liao, so many people go crazy le. HAHA, is my turn coming soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5346146438097907234?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5346146438097907234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5346146438097907234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5346146438097907234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5346146438097907234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3668329343314640150</id><published>2007-09-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:26:03.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong Theory</title><content type='html'>This week is the recess week, but there was never a moment of rest. 3 quizs coming up, sian. But last sunday managed to rest a bit by playing mahjong. This lead me to remember some superstitions i had regarding mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the player to win the first game will lose in the end. Since many years ago, whenever i played with my friends, whoever won the first game will have difficulty winning in the later games, losing in the end. Until now still quite true, but not as bad anymore. Last time is win 1st game, then stuck there, won't win anymore, now will still win, but overall still lose.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, cannot shit at people's place. If you shit at that place, you will lose to the owner of the house. Haha, this one is stupid, but so far so true. But does not apply if you shit at your own place.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, heard that if you sit facing the door, you will win, ermmm, not very true for me leh.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, if you get super nice tiles and fail to win, the next round you will get lousy tiles. This one very true, whenever i got nice tiles and fail to win, next round confirm lousy tiles.&lt;br /&gt;5) This one for me only, if i lose this game, then i try to change the way to shuffle the tiles, i will have nice tiles for that round.&lt;br /&gt;6) This one is made famous by a fren, people always say wear red underwear, well, whenever he play, he always wear red t-shirt, and he will win loh, dunno he heng or red top really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;7) Whenever you want a tile, keep thinking of it, then you will get it either yourself or people giving you. Last time very true for me, now not so accurate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;8) No vulgarities. Once your mouth becomes dirty, your tiles also dirty, rubbish tiles.&lt;br /&gt;9) Must be relaxed, happy and wide awake, whenever you not happy or wanna sleep, your tiles also sucks.&lt;br /&gt;10) Whenever you change seats after 1 full round, go to the one who won the most the previous round, will pass on some of the luck to you one.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will agree with some of it and think some of it is stupid, sorry about that, these superstitions apply to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3668329343314640150?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3668329343314640150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3668329343314640150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3668329343314640150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3668329343314640150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/09/mahjong-theory.html' title='Mahjong Theory'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8822082597591797211</id><published>2007-09-21T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:24:22.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress up? Nope, its f***** up!</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of my recess week, it means that i have a week off from school, finally i can sleep at home for the week, however studying is not halted. I have to study everyday, surely even harder than normal school week. Why? Cos, i got 3 quizzes the week when school starts again and i need to catch up on my studies. Today 20th of Sept was quite a lousy day for me lah. Just a super bad day, everything just fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it started with me seeing  that my class participation mark for a module is damn lousy, not that i dun wan to participate leh, its just that my English super cannot make it lah, cannot convey my thoughts and ideas properly.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, something good happens, i got back one of my quiz and i did very well, my choice to retake the quiz is correct. But then later when i go for rugby training, only 5 turn up lah. Wah lao eh, super pathetic can. Is it cos this lousy captain got no charisma to attract the players? I dunno what to do loh, really at wits end.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, even though 21st sept got 3 of my friends having their birthday on this day, but instead of being happy on this happy day, i feel quite lousy, super lousy. Seeing people being close to each other, only made me feel damn lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the one i like dun and wun like me bah, made me feel even lousier. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like scolding vulgarities. It is as if, got one breath stuck in me, made me cannot breathe.&lt;br /&gt;KNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Birthday to the 3 birthday people! May all your wishes come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8822082597591797211?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8822082597591797211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8822082597591797211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8822082597591797211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8822082597591797211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress-up-nope-its-f-up.html' title='Stress up? Nope, its f***** up!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3590581202971455893</id><published>2007-09-16T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:17:05.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the library</title><content type='html'>Last week i went to the library, then i saw this poster, "What do you call someone who can't smell?"&lt;br /&gt;Wah, i stand down there for about 5 mins thinking about it, and i still dunno. Anyone know can let me know? I only know about the other senses.&lt;br /&gt;Sight- Someone who can't see = blind&lt;br /&gt;Hearing- Someone who can't hear = deaf&lt;br /&gt;Talk- Someone who can't talk = dumb&lt;br /&gt;Feel- Someone who can't feel = senseless??? haha, this one not sure&lt;br /&gt;Taste- Someone who can't taste = Tasteless??? Got such thing anot?&lt;br /&gt;Breath- Someone who can't breath = Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, lame. Anyway, if anyone who about smell, feel and taste, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3590581202971455893?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3590581202971455893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3590581202971455893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3590581202971455893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3590581202971455893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-library.html' title='At the library'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6928144696036463832</id><published>2007-09-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:44:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Bang got gf le, haha.&lt;br /&gt;So happy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6928144696036463832?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6928144696036463832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6928144696036463832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6928144696036463832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6928144696036463832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5719736198312751591</id><published>2007-09-08T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:38.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroad of my life</title><content type='html'>Its the time in one's life where one have to decide on an important decision. Everyone has to make a decision sooner or later, now it is my turn. I have to decide on my career path. Its like a flowchart, but with less documents and computer process, and alot of decisions. Currently i have 2 choices, the CPA path or the CFA path.&lt;br /&gt;For the CPA path, i will go big 4 after i grad, then after 3 years, get my cpa and move one. While for the CFA path, i will go one of the banks and try to go into investment banking, then get my CFA. Dunno what i wanna do in the future, dunno which path i should take. Arghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dun mind go anywhere, i got 5 main concerns, they are 1) money, 2) job prospects, 3) working environment, 4) social life and 5) money. Argh, should i go into bank and get a high starting pay, but small increments or get into audit, with low starting pay and high increments. I NEED ADVICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to celebrate Vanessa's birthday. Before that went around to get people to write her card, in the end got misunderstood, so many people asked why did i treat her so good? I like her is it? Haha, well the answer is cos she treated me very good also mah, and nope, we are juz friends, fellow MCPs mah. We went to Minds cafe to play game, well, in the beginning play some bo liao game, thought slow people like Elaine will lose, but she won lah. Why? Cos she play cheat, came up with rhymes for her name, even if i start calling her first, give me 2 seconds head start, she still can call my name first. Well, its a game where each get an animal to represent yourself, then u have to have a name to represent your animal, then using heart attack rule, if your card and another person's card got the same pic, have to call their animal's name. Mine was a mouse, so i chose Ratouille, stupid me, so easy to call. That elaine's sheep is call Ba Ba Black Sheep, have you any wool. So long lah, play cheat loh. But there were Van's The ugly duckling, Jiayi's Cockadoodedoo, Yan Lin's 3 little pigs oink oink, Joyce's Spot spot the dog, Weiliang's Stripe stripe the cat and Guo Liang's Dronkey the donkey. Then later we play a game like charade, but can draw, spell, act, sing or think. Again, its a stupid game, but that retarded Elaine was damn good at spelling lah, that their team won again, but Guo Liang's acting also very good, can fight with Yan Lin. But i think the best game is the dinosaur bone game, heart attack rule again, but plus trading involved, then who got complete set, have to grab a bone, the last to grab is the loser, haha, in this game, finally the suppose to lose retarded elaine lost most of the times, but guo liang also lose alot of times. Joyce very nice to weiliang though, always take bone for him, they then go zouk together lah. Scandalous. Then cut cake and eat loh. But the food there quite nice lah, $14.90 + then got main course, drinks, soup, 2 hours of game play and a cake. Shouldn't have buy chocolate cake, everything i eat is chocolatedy. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RuKBYHjc0xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DIlwh8CXCsY/s320/FOC+grp+Bdae+celebration+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5719736198312751591?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5719736198312751591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5719736198312751591' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5719736198312751591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5719736198312751591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/09/crossroad-of-my-life.html' title='Crossroad of my life'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RuJ9wXjc0nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pl_v_Hj9s9U/s72-c/FOC+grp+Bdae+celebration+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1967298636602097857</id><published>2007-08-31T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:40.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics entry</title><content type='html'>Recently a friend told me that in order for people to come my blog, i need alot of pictures, so this entry will have alot of pictures. This is the day the dnd people went to try out their costumes, seeing them try, jiahao, zhi wei and me also go and try. Its like cosplay lah, got racers, pirates, ali baba, sailormoons, greek heros, chinese emperor and even french maid. Saw 1 nurse uniform that bares alot at the back, but nobody dares to try, haha. But they had alot of fun lah, while for us its like babysitting a bunch of kids&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rteu6Xjc0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cSbGiTWrGvU/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104741020426097042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rteu6Xjc0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cSbGiTWrGvU/s200/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtevenjc0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fdYkGIphNYw/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104741643196354978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtevenjc0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fdYkGIphNYw/s200/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtevenjc0aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fdYkGIphNYw/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtey7Hjc0kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-Pe2rcegfWk/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104745431357510210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtey7Hjc0kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-Pe2rcegfWk/s200/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rteze3jc0lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XDxI61500_o/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104746045537833554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rteze3jc0lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XDxI61500_o/s200/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtexenjc0hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OP2vWP0GiWM/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104743842219610642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtexenjc0hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OP2vWP0GiWM/s200/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewD3jc0cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/emHMTpRp6Lc/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104742283146482114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewD3jc0cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/emHMTpRp6Lc/s200/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewSXjc0dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/T-w1NIEuCJg/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104742532254585298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewSXjc0dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/T-w1NIEuCJg/s200/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744198701896226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtexzXjc0iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-veHWRUgmow/s200/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtez0njc0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bDE03GOJvOU/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104746419199988322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rtez0njc0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bDE03GOJvOU/s200/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewjHjc0eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kFepB3ZND28/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104742820017394146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RtewjHjc0eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kFepB3ZND28/s200/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104744538004312626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RteyHHjc0jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Sx38iiu1ENk/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The babysitters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33787026-1967298636602097857?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1967298636602097857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1967298636602097857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1967298636602097857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1967298636602097857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/08/pics-entry.html' title='Pics entry'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rteu6Xjc0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cSbGiTWrGvU/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2530512976607633902</id><published>2007-08-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:07:28.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Center</title><content type='html'>Today, went back home to my grandma's place for dinner, wah, the journey was like journey to the west lah, super long. I already did my homework le, find out the shortest route there, but in the end it still took me 2 1/2 hours, wat the ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i have to get my white horse, how? By waiting for the stupid 199 bus, 4 went past and they were full, took me 40 mins to get on one bus. Then i have to fight the weakest spider demon, by waiting 10 mins for the train. Then i alight at commonwealth and fight the skeleton spirit, walk 500m to get to the bus stop in the rain lah, then fight the bull demon king and wait about 10 mins and got on the 15 mins bus ride and have to wait another 15 mins to get on another bus, then after another 15 mins, then finally reach my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for 1 hour, then spent another 2 hours to get back to hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these would not have happen, if i have my own car. So who wanna sponsor me one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2530512976607633902?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2530512976607633902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2530512976607633902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2530512976607633902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2530512976607633902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/08/journey-to-center.html' title='Journey to the Center'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4553418094405863829</id><published>2007-08-21T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:41.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a super sucky day lah, in one day many disgusting things happen. Dunno should say i unlucky or super lucky, the probability of meeting someone i dun wanna see consecutively twice within 2 hours. And then seeing something i have been trying to hide myself from after that really marks the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Jiahao told me that i changed le, never pay much attention to him until yesterday when i spend some time alone thinking about my behaviour recently. Since young, whenever i watch tv, i would tell myself or imagine that i was the good guy, always wanna be a good guy, but recently, i had been doing things that betray my belief. Yesterday told me that its time to stop it le. It should be back to the good old me, the guai kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was talking to a friend, asking him "should i try a long shot?" or "dribble and pass to build up first?" or "just waste time and dun shoot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me "if you dun shoot, you wun score, but if you talk a long shot, it is highly unlikely that you will score, so you should just try to build up first, then shoot when the chance is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he is quite right, but i being impatient always just wanna shoot, but then again, this time i dun dare to shoot, i think there is a defender there ready to pounce on my mistake and attack when he has the chance. Furthermore, i am a goal down, maybe 2, dunno how to come back. Maybe i should just give up on this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you dun understand what the hell i am talking about, then ask me loh, dun think it is appropriate to say all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now to happy things, last friday was my hall's dnd. My last dnd in hall le, quite fun leh, alot of work to do at the start and after it, like moving the chairs like i'm a bangala lah, but it is an experience, dun think i will be doing such things after i grad, and i'm quite good at it, haha. The actual event quite fun, all sort of dress up, hard to imagine the people who dress so shabbily in hall, can transform into chio bus and yan daos, but as usual sorry about that, i look the most good-looking, haha, dun believe, look at the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101181763848032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RssJyXjc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cJXjikeEBYQ/s320/dnd07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                        Doing sai kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182674381099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RssKnXjc0WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sUTRVKhStyM/s320/IMG_6547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                             Transform to a shuai ge, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101183756712857970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RssLmXjc0XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-kXHeQlAhYo/s320/dnd+com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            DND Comm, quite fun to be working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101184985073504642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RssMt3jc0YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/alqdP6S7FCs/s320/P1210862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                             I look machiam like movie star, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day even got 1 girl come and talk to me loh, say i look like singer, but i think that is not entirely a commendation lah. But must try to lie to myself that i look like a star. Sorry about that, i like to bluff myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rsr72Xjc0UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1UleDDCV8Po/s1600-h/DSC01365a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101166439404720450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rsr72Xjc0UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1UleDDCV8Po/s320/DSC01365a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day went eat steamboat with them, quite fun, as usual, whole group keep teasing elaine. Haha, she quite sporting also lah, able to endure for so long. Wanted to treat them eat for doing a good job at FOC, but they decline, zhen shi hao ren, haha, if not me and vanessa surely must eat bread everyday for 3 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4553418094405863829?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4553418094405863829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4553418094405863829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4553418094405863829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4553418094405863829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RssJyXjc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cJXjikeEBYQ/s72-c/dnd07+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4877612577823874720</id><published>2007-08-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:33:15.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts le</title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd week of school le, finally got the feeling of stress le. 2nd week only and i'm stressed about my tutorials le, siao man. Then this sem start to stay in hall again, wah so far so good. Maybe cause of DND, so everyday quite busy, but i think next week start, i will start to get lonely le bah. Sian, back to the da bao dinner back to room days. Must make use of this to motivate me to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today quite sad about something, life is never going to be what you want it to be. Someone asked what do i mean with my msn nick, "let it be", well, you can infer it to be let everything be what it is, 万事莫强求！ or "let it be MINE". Stupid i know, its really time that i grow up le, should stop being so childish le, FOC is over, no need joke around, entertain people and be glue le. Time to start be the new me! Slowly, but definately i will be mature and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sara sara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4877612577823874720?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4877612577823874720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4877612577823874720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4877612577823874720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4877612577823874720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-starts-le.html' title='School starts le'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6773362856357347307</id><published>2007-08-09T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:48:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Theory</title><content type='html'>Its back to theory telling again. Very long never write my blog le, not to mention my theory telling session. Today is National Day, so let me wish all of you, Happy National Day first!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this theory is about hair. Yesterday i heard about it from a friend, then together with a past thinking, they combined to form this hair theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that guys with lesser hair are more horny, as horny guys have more male hormones, and male hormones causes hair loss, like those 地中海. So guys with lesser leg hair, hand hair, armpit hair and are botak are more horny than those "monkeys". I personally do not quite agree with it lah, i got some super hairy friends and they are also super horny one leh. So ermmm, maybe there are always exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what my friend told me, she study biology one hoh, so should have some accuracy in what she says bah. That is for guys, now for the gals. Since many years ago, i heard that gals with more hair are more horny, especially those with super long hand hair. This one quite true, haha, saw many gals with long hand hair and they always tell me dirty jokes one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So combine the 2 theories together, it makes alot of sense, for those guys with little hair, they should go find gals with alot of hair, like that then compatible mah, so next time their kids with have moderate amount of hair, just nice mah. For guys who are super hairy, then they should find gals with little hair too. If hairy guys find hairy gals, then their kids will become hairy monkeys le, so this theory must be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sorry about that if this theory offend anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6773362856357347307?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6773362856357347307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6773362856357347307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6773362856357347307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6773362856357347307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hair-theory.html' title='Hair Theory'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8375706897969380489</id><published>2007-07-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:41.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He vomitted..... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqtXsSS_QPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ILZnQXm7lAY/s1600-h/28072007446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092260222009819378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqtXsSS_QPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ILZnQXm7lAY/s320/28072007446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to celebrate jiahao's birthday, it was a sort of surprise party, but many didn't turn up, quite disgusted with everything. But it was still fun. It was at a ktv, made him drink alot, but i think the killer blows for him is when his brother and cousins made him drink like mad. In the past he always say those who vomitted "buay kan", it means cannot make it and his fav phrase is "Gers dun like guys buay kan one leh". In the end, Junyang used this phrase on him, hahaaha, super funny. If you still dunno, he merlioned! Got many pics, but better dun xia suay him lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tml going to FOC already, still haven finish my PA report, how? Siao Liao lah. Expect to hear a bad news soon, should be the end le bah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: I got a $50 Raoul voucher, but the shirts damn ex, got anyone wanna sponsor the remainder? HAHA, where is my sugar mummy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8375706897969380489?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8375706897969380489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8375706897969380489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8375706897969380489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8375706897969380489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-vomitted-again.html' title='He vomitted..... again'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqtXsSS_QPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ILZnQXm7lAY/s72-c/28072007446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3465407525383195211</id><published>2007-07-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:41.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary! One year already, this year time is really slow man. But finally 1 year leh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i just end my attachment, 10 weeks, wow, this 10 weeks is really damn long, finally its over! Learnt many things, but all are soft skills, how to interact with people and what it is like working in an office next time and lastly the female species is always deadlier is true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqV5RCS_QNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u6vDFUeG87w/s1600-h/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090608287393464530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqV5RCS_QNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u6vDFUeG87w/s320/DSC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqV5gyS_QOI/AAAAAAAAADE/kcLTHcgjlcI/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090608557976404194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqV5gyS_QOI/AAAAAAAAADE/kcLTHcgjlcI/s320/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole team, with the bosses in front.                  The nice ladies who i'm grateful to.&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/33787026-3465407525383195211?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3465407525383195211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3465407525383195211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3465407525383195211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3465407525383195211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RqV5RCS_QNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u6vDFUeG87w/s72-c/DSC00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1711589794755087278</id><published>2007-07-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:14:33.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hate.</title><content type='html'>Different people dislike different things, some people dislike being kept in the dark, some people dislike bugs, well for me, i dun mind dunno everything, BUT I HATE BEING LIED TO. You can keep everything from me, but dun expect me to be an idiot and dunno that i am being lied to. I lied before, so i know when i am being lied to and when there are so many clues to prove it. So whoever know me, please dun lie to me, if i ask you something and you dun wish to tell me, juz say u dun wish to tell me, but dun ever lie to me. I juz cannot stand it. Remember when i was young, my father used to tell me, "honesty is the best policy", until now i still believed in it, but as humans, there will surely be instances when we had to lie, like faking sick and taking a MC or asking others for help with acknowledge him for work or project. But i still hate been lied to, you can keep things from me, but dun lie, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1711589794755087278?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1711589794755087278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1711589794755087278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1711589794755087278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1711589794755087278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-hate.html' title='What I hate.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4578796696712065478</id><published>2007-07-01T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodkm0EHJ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/r75fg5BJ-K8/s1600-h/30062007405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082141322484590546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodkm0EHJ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/r75fg5BJ-K8/s200/30062007405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the official closing down of the National stadium of Singapore, and to make the day a memorable one, 2 matches was conducted, a match featuring Singapore's ex-internationals and Malaysia ex-internationals and another one between Australia and Singapore. I was more interested in the first match between the ex-internationals, the one between the Aussies to me was just like any match, friendly some more, no competitiveness surely, the one between the ex-internationals was special to me, because you can't get to see it ever again, as they are already ex-internationals. But i was disappointed, very disappointed. The match was a huge disappointment. Firstly, the match was scheduled to be only 50 minutes long and the match was a huge bore, other than a few slides, it was just a kickabout for them. Even watching primary school kids play soccer got more kick out of it. Ok, most of them are already quite old, cannot even run, but i did not expect it to be so boring. And the names in the squad are all relatively unknown to youngsters like me, the only players in Singapore's team that i saw playing before are Sundram, Malek Awab and David Lee. Got afew more well-known ones are Quah Kim Song, Dollah Kassim and Terry P. the captain. Whats the point of the match if many of them cannot even run and was out-of-breath in 15 minutes of walking? Only sundram, malek and Terry still got some moves. David Lee at least made a dive. But as it is the last day of soccer matches in National Stadium, why can't the organisers get some quality ex-internationals involved? Where is Fandi Ahmad? Why isn't there fit ex-internationals like Nazir Nasir and Subramani? Older ones like Lim Tong Hai leh? Kadir Yayaha leh? In all, the match was a joke. 50 mins only some more. Ok, maybe the players are old and can't run, but can't they get more fit players involved? Rolling sub is a good choice, a soccer match that is less than 90 mins is not a match at all loh. The keepers from both side did not even made a proper goal kick lah. The referee sucks some more, a dive earns the Malaysia side a penalty in the dying minutes after a early goal by number 7 of Singapore, dunno his name. Dollah Salleh of Malaysia then convert it to make it 1-1. And the biggest joke of the match is if the match ends in a draw, the winner is decided by a coin toss, which Singapore won. WHAT THE HELL!!! Might as well be scissors paper stone to decide the winner.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodk5EEHJ-I/AAAAAAAAABk/hholqCpVgBw/s1600-h/30062007409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082141636017203170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodk5EEHJ-I/AAAAAAAAABk/hholqCpVgBw/s200/30062007409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodoa0EHKII/AAAAAAAAAC0/DEIRCV5SRhU/s1600-h/30062007413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082145514372671618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodoa0EHKII/AAAAAAAAAC0/DEIRCV5SRhU/s200/30062007413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodlpUEHKBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VUDWrJhiYu0/s1600-h/30062007413.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082141902305175538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodlIkEHJ_I/AAAAAAAAABs/cfzj-wgwP0g/s200/30062007410.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt; Then the weather was so hot somemore. As usual the food and drinks in National Stadium are damn ex lah. $2 for a cup of ice with a little drink. Then the proper match match starts, and the referee and linesman SUCKS big time lah. Especially the lines man. No offside, he can see offside, he must have been a writer. But in the first half, quite exciting, Singapore dominated and got 2 huge chances by Indra, but he missed both. The Aussies quite rough lah, but they are huge, so to them it is not rough, especially many of them played in EPL and Serie A. If you think only the keepers in the ex-international game dunno how to take goal kick, then this match will show that it is not only so. The second half was mostly 1-sided, the Aussies anyhow play and score 3. But the lines man really sucks, even Indra cannot take it, he was usually the nicest guy, but this time he made a vulgar sign at the linesman. Maybe the lines man is from China, so do not understand that sign, so he never got any punishment, if not surely a red card. Friendly match only some more, he can get so worked up, so this show how good the lines man is. The atmosphere was not bad, with the Kallang Wave and the "9 honks" followed by a malay word. Actually it is quite funny, in all the matches i had been to, always got this malay word one, but it was always shouted to the opposite team, but will them understand? The Referee Kayu always shouted to referees, but most of the time the refs are chinese, will they understand? Haha, stupid sia. The loudest cheer came when Harry Kewell came on and everybody clap and cheer. Singapore then lost 3-0, all from EPL stars, Viduka 2 and kewell 1. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodmBEEHKDI/AAAAAAAAACM/5wq93padgzU/s1600-h/30062007422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142872967784498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodmBEEHKDI/AAAAAAAAACM/5wq93padgzU/s200/30062007422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodmbEEHKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFrfslpcSaM/s1600-h/30062007424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082143319644383314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodmbEEHKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/PFrfslpcSaM/s200/30062007424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142649629485090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodl0EEHKCI/AAAAAAAAACE/nGQ-BnKsusU/s200/30062007415.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When the final whistle was blown, 1 singapore player immediately rush to where kewell is and exchanged jersey with him, being typical singaporean- kiasu and EPL crazy. 5 players got exchanged jerseys and 4 were with EPL players, kewell, viduka, emerton and neil. After that, a closing ceremony was shown, and the stadium's floodlight was officially turned off. Very little fireworks were fired, quite cheapskate lah, only about 3 mins worth. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodm50EHKGI/AAAAAAAAACk/J3Rel2zt3g8/s1600-h/30062007429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082143847925360738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodm50EHKGI/AAAAAAAAACk/J3Rel2zt3g8/s200/30062007429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodnHEEHKHI/AAAAAAAAACs/0mFjFoks9dU/s1600-h/30062007435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082144075558627442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodnHEEHKHI/AAAAAAAAACs/0mFjFoks9dU/s200/30062007435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082143117780920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RodmPUEHKEI/AAAAAAAAACU/t3bsBOJLdjk/s200/30062007423.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Good Bye, National Stadium, may the new stadium gives us memories as nice as yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This might not be the last of soccer match in National Stadium, there might be another between Singapore and Malaysia, wth, this one so ex somemore, cheat our money sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4578796696712065478?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4578796696712065478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4578796696712065478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4578796696712065478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4578796696712065478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/07/national-stadium.html' title='National Stadium'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rodkm0EHJ9I/AAAAAAAAABc/r75fg5BJ-K8/s72-c/30062007405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4591744386931087516</id><published>2007-06-24T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to tell people things that they will feel embarrased about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally got hold of the pictures took last monday. Only 8 turned up, hope to see more the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rn31zNH1n9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ASDlqyK0HDU/s1600-h/5bce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079486214788456402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rn31zNH1n9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ASDlqyK0HDU/s320/5bce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently saw alot of zao geng, but dunno how to tell them leh. This brings me to a theory that i wanted to write months ago, but lazy to finish it. I'm sure many of you have encountered situations when your friend forgot to zip or someone come very close to you and he/she gpt bad breath and you feel very uncomfortable smelling it. In such cases, what do you do? I once asked some friends what should i do if i saw someone of the opposite sex revealing herself, the answers were mainly the same, they say i should let another female know about it and ask her to let the person know. But i was thinking like, if like that then another person will know what, then the ger will embarrase herself even further. No? ok loh, if like that, then whatever loh. But i once saw a male friend using another method, which i feel damn funny. He will tell the girl, "hey, dun bend so low leh, i dun wan see leh." Then he will turn away his head to stop staring at it. But guys being guys, will surely take a look first mah. The only diff is how long the look. I, myself last time will take a long look for those that i do not know, but for those that i know, i will not wan to see. But recently, i changed le, all i dun feel like seeing. Am i becoming gay? Oh no... Haha, stupid me, no matter what, I WILL NEVER BECOME A GAY. When i encounter such situations of seeing someone revealing herself, i will choose to keep quiet loh, if not very embarrasing mah, but if the girl is very close to me, then i will straightaway let her know. But since all the girls i asked want to be informed, but only by another female, Guys, next time u saw a friend zao geng, make sure u let another female know, so as to inform her. But if a female saw a guy revealing himself, erm how will i wan to be informed?, i think juz tell him secretly lloh, since guys should be quite ok with such things. I think to guys, its better to let the least number of people to know. But i think hoh, maybe another good solution is you sms the person, then like that less people know and dun have to see the person face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if its bad breath leh, how? I personally use 2 methods before, but only to people i super close to. Firstly, i will directly let the person know, hey 口臭！Then she will hit me lah, so this method quite lousy, haha. Second method is indirectly let the person know, "erm, you wan to have a sweet?" or "hey, drink water leh!" This method better, they will get my hint most of the time, but i think is because i use the first method many times before, kanna hit until cannot take it, then change to 2nd method to let them know. But if the people are someone you are not closed with leh, like a project mate, or a colleague, then how? Ermmm, for me, in such cases, i will try to ENDURE, or try to move further apart or try to offer a sweet after they move away, to prevent the next time. So thats it for this theory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Use only the direct method if you are super close to the person! But if kanna hit, then sorry about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4591744386931087516?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4591744386931087516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4591744386931087516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4591744386931087516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4591744386931087516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-tell-people-things-that-they.html' title='How to tell people things that they will feel embarrased about?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/Rn31zNH1n9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ASDlqyK0HDU/s72-c/5bce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-816360491020923555</id><published>2007-06-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:25:37.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First OT</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my first OT. Actually, it is sort of like i wanted to finish all that is necessary b4 i left, can leave it for tml one, but dunno why, just dun feel going home so early, so dily daly a bit loh. Recently, heard many people say I am clever, or not stupid, but i dun quite agree with them loh. I think i'm just average, maybe even abit dumb. So what i'm an undergrad, that does not mean i'm clever what, maybe cos i'm a mugger? Ha, but people who really know me will know if i'm one lah. If i'm clever, i will be able to stop myself from thinking about the negative things that happened, i will be able to stop myself from holding onto something that i should just let go. I will be able to stop myself from doing the wrong things. Actually, thought of many things to write yeaterday b4 i sleep, but today forgot all already. In conclusion, I dun think i'm clever, just average or abit dumb. Even my father has been calling me Ah Gon since young, maybe i am really Gon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met a group of secondary classmates on Monday, time really flies, its been 7 years since I was preparing for my O levels, now we are already adults, the girls are even working already, now they will even talk about getting married, wow, last time the cry babies, kiasu, crazy girls are already thinking of settling down already and i'm still like wasting my time away, really must grow up already. But really enjoyed meeting up with all of them. Quoting what Pauline say: " The next time we meet will be in someone's wedding", time really flies. Now who will be the first? And who will be there? Haha, i think only Jiahao and Elton will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am not some popular or clever guy, i'm just one pathetic gon kia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-816360491020923555?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/816360491020923555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=816360491020923555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/816360491020923555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/816360491020923555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-ot.html' title='First OT'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6740737923342607866</id><published>2007-06-10T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:22:58.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, recently the flu virus damn powerful. In my work place, got 2 got it already, then back home, my stupid sister also had it. In the end, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kanna&lt;/span&gt;, until quite bad. Hope can get better soon! I just got back my exam results, although its better than the previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, but its still not enough to get me to my aim, sigh, first class really damn hard to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;, those that are doing well really quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;, but only a bit, i still dun think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stupider&lt;/span&gt; than them. Anyway, my main topic for this entry is, its 2 weeks already. Then after 2 weeks of thinking, i finally thought it through, i must grow up already. 23 years old soon, i cannot afford to be childish and dunno how to think anymore. I must start thinking about the future and treat those people close to me better and stop taking them for granted. It means, i must stop being rude to my parents and sisters. Must respect them now and be thankful to whatever they did for me. Then i must also stop having expectations for people that i should not have. Must start thinking and behave like a 23 years old already. 1 more thing, i want to stop scolding vulgar languages already, so if anyone hears me scolding, please correct me. And please correct me, if i'm childish again. But not to worry, i'll still have many lame entries in the future, lame is not childish mah. Sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6740737923342607866?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6740737923342607866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6740737923342607866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6740737923342607866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6740737923342607866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-weeks-already.html' title='2 weeks already'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-1073474566694223414</id><published>2007-06-03T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:42:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week already</title><content type='html'>Its been one week since we last talk properly. Still waiting for you to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-1073474566694223414?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/1073474566694223414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=1073474566694223414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1073474566694223414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/1073474566694223414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-week-already.html' title='1 week already'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5819256094757338935</id><published>2007-06-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:41:34.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Beings</title><content type='html'>Recently, someone i treasure alot decide to leave me, i dun wan it to happen, but there is nothing i can do about it. But i will wait, wait for the person to come back, if possible. This got me thinking, Human Beings are very stupid people actually.&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a show that says HOPE is what pushes humans to carry on living. Without hope, there will be nothing we can look forward to, nothing to allow us to work towards to. But it is also this hope thingy that make us do things that are stupid. We rely on hope too much already. For example, everybody hopes that they can strike 4D, but the probability of striking is so damn low lah, but every weekends, surely will have people hoping to strkie and waste a fortune buying 4D. If they decide to save the sum that they spent of 4D, maybe they can become millionaire already. Human Beings are smarter than animals, but when it comes to certain things, they will rely on hope more than on their brains.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know you should take this path, you will hope that another path can lead you to better things, but the probability of that happening is so damn low lah. Like for me, even though i know i should forget about this person ever coming back, but i will still hope that the person comes back and i will waste my youth waiting for it to happen. Stupid right? I'm been thru education one leh, so cannot say i'm really that stupid what, but i will still hope. Maybe one day, i can then see the light, but dun think it will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing i have heard recently, Human Beings are born evil, its only through education and teachings that we then know what is right and what is wrong and we should not do what is wrong. I always believe that humans are born with a good heart, but due to surroundings and circumstances, then we will start doing the wrong things, but after what that person say, i began to question myself. But it doesn't matter really, no matter you are born evil or good, what matters is that as you grow older, you will do the right things and not give in to temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one about human beings, from young, we are taught that as cunning as a fox, but i think, it should be as cunning as a human being. I saw this person A, who in front of person B behaves that he is his friend, then person B treats fairly well also. But in front of people C and D, A will badmouth B and join in C and D when they talked bad about B. Wah, so disgusting lah. If you don't like B, then you should not act like very close with B lah. Its ok, if A don't like B, but talking bad about B while acting like B is A's friend when B treats A good is DISGUSTING. Since kindergarden, i have seen many cases of people kanna left out by certain members of a class, badmouthing him or her, i think its very bad loh. I admit in Kindergarden, i was one of them, but as i grow older, i don't do such things already. So i always try to talk to those that were left out, even if i don't like them, i won't badmouth them or try to get others to join in to ostracize them. I will just leave them alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5819256094757338935?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5819256094757338935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5819256094757338935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5819256094757338935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5819256094757338935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/06/human-beings.html' title='Human Beings'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5221005090525951845</id><published>2007-05-24T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:09:13.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so wishy washy</title><content type='html'>I'm sure people always change their criteria, change what they hope me. Me especially. When i was not so little, i want a girlfriend who has good body, but then i fell in love with someone who is more on the flat side. Then i want someone who is thin, but then again i fell in love with someone who is voluptuous. Then as i became older, i want someone who is not so young, but once again i fell in love with someone who is quite young. Then i want someone who can converse in mandarin fluently, but then i like someone who cannot speak proper mandarin. Whats wrong with me ah? Stupid sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm in primary school, i wanted to get into AJC, but when i got the chance to go in, i choose to give it up for NYJC. Damn po po ma ma lah. I always like that one loh, ask me to decide a place for dinner, i can't make up my mind, always rely on others to decide for me. Sigh...... Dunno what i want also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5221005090525951845?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5221005090525951845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5221005090525951845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5221005090525951845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5221005090525951845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/05/i.html' title='I&apos;m so wishy washy'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-4324588322195942183</id><published>2007-05-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:10:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好马不吃回头草？</title><content type='html'>Today went to celebrate Li wei's 21st birthday, made alot of effort, hope she enjoyed it! But one thing cause this lazy guy to write an entry after so damn long is Pat said a phrase that I disagree TOTALLY. This phrase is my title, it means good horse dun turn around and eat the grass it left behind. It is normally used when a couple breaks up and used to say one should never patch. You wan to know my comments for this phrase? Well, THIS PHRASE SUCKS!!! IT IS TOTALLY RUBBISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, good horse dun eat the grass it left behind? Well, are we horses? Only horse dun turn back and eat what, we as human beings should know what is right and what is wrong. Secondly, i'm sure u will say, well this is juz an analogy, ok, then u know why good horse dun turn his head back and eat the grass it left behind? THat is because, the grass kanna eaten already, so it will only go back to eat after new grass have grown, even if still got grass, it never turn back immediately, cos u think horses are humans ah, can anyhow reverse? It will go back, but only after one big round, so they say good horses dun turn back, cos if turn like that very difficult mah. Thirdly, we as humans, for eg, if u went to a shop hoping to get a nice pair of shoes, then u saw 1 pair that u like, but its still early, so u won't buy it immediately what, what if got better pair at another shop? so u decided to continue shopping, then at the end of the day, u then find out that the first pair is the one u like, so will u go back and buy? Of course u will right? So like what i say, even if break up already, if after a few years, after going out with some people, u find out that the previous one was the one for you, DUN because of this stupid phrase and ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful person is one who is flexible, so if need be, he/she will go back and get what is the optimum choice. If you disagree and decided to carry on be a good but stupid horse, go ahead then. Sorry about that that you are such a stupid beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if free, i should talk about my batam trip and sentosa trip and my PA at citibank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-4324588322195942183?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/4324588322195942183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=4324588322195942183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4324588322195942183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/4324588322195942183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='好马不吃回头草？'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-8602764867126528231</id><published>2007-05-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:30:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hokkien</title><content type='html'>Wah, long time never write blog already. Before last week is exam, so damn busy to write, last week is super lazy, so never write also. Today also lazy, so i shall just write a short entry. Yesterday I just heard about a funny thing. That is the hokkien that we the generation X and Y is using is actually wrong, in certain sense. Some words that we use is actually very different from the original meaning or the word does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i'm sure everybody knows the word "chio", and i'm sure all of us use this word to describe someone who is pretty. For example, when you are on the word, you see this pretty or hot girl, you will just say, "wah, chio bu". It is meant as a compliment, but in reality, or to my mum generation, the baby boomers, chio is meant as a criticism. You only say someone is chio, if that gal is vain or slutty. Hence for those people, like my sister who always say she is chio, chio is not a compliment, it means you are cheap. But meanings of words change according to time, so who cares, lets just use chio to describe girls who are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second case where the word does not exist, i'm sure all of us have use the word pang seh before. Normally people use it to means being put aeroplane. For example I arrange to meet a friend to watch a movie, then he last minute tells me that he can't make it, i will say he pang seh me. Yesterday, when my mum heard of this word, she does not know the meaning of it, if you say some chinese word which she dunno the meaning, i can understand, but not hokkien. So this is another word which our generation invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So words are so amazing, they either change overtime or new words get invented. I thought this only happens to english, but surprisingly, it also happens for hokkien. Next time i encounter such words again, i will talk about it. I welcome feedbacks to tell me or more such words, hokkien allowed only, not interested in english or mandarin, not to mention malay or tamil. So that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-8602764867126528231?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/8602764867126528231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=8602764867126528231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8602764867126528231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/8602764867126528231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-hokkien.html' title='New Hokkien'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3558450805633912630</id><published>2007-04-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:43.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Gong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RiHeKoq5ciI/AAAAAAAAABM/ofJAhwzEa6o/s1600-h/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053564531183809058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RiHeKoq5ciI/AAAAAAAAABM/ofJAhwzEa6o/s400/DSC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite Ah Gong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you never wait for me to start working, then can bring you to eat bak guk teh? Why do you have to leave us? Ah gong........ I don't want you to go......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3558450805633912630?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3558450805633912630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3558450805633912630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3558450805633912630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3558450805633912630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-gong.html' title='Ah Gong'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RiHeKoq5ciI/AAAAAAAAABM/ofJAhwzEa6o/s72-c/DSC00031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-2371499915930203268</id><published>2007-04-09T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:16:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In mourning</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very sad day, after a few months in hospital, my grandfather passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong, wo hui xiang ni de..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather dotes me very much, always bringing me to eat bak guk teh and always coming my house to repair the pipes whenever they burst. Now, no more already... It was only like yesterday that he still brought me to eat bak guk teh, yet now he is gone. He was a very humourous man, always coming up with jokes. Now i can't even laugh at his jokes anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong, wo zheng de hen xiang ni......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong, in my next life, i still want to be your grandson...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-2371499915930203268?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/2371499915930203268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=2371499915930203268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2371499915930203268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/2371499915930203268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-mourning.html' title='In mourning'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-5671100174711674859</id><published>2007-04-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:21:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>The exams are coming again... In 2 weeks time, the dreaded stressful period is coming again, and it will only end on the 27th. Siannn. Maybe the exams are coming, thats why everybody is getting more stress and more frustrated. I was once in a group which i thought everybody enjoyed the company of everybody, everybody doing work together happily. But all good things must end, finally the group cannot stand each other anymore, and this working relationship has to end. Its quite sad actually, to see friends unable to tolerate each other anymore due to work. Hai......&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, i heard from my mum that friends cannot work together and since then i had seen many examples of friends falling out after working together. One person told me that is because friends will take advantage of the other and will tend to slack, then the other fren also cannot bear to say the person, then this feeling got so strong that it erupted and thus the friendship ends. Very sad to see real friends ending their relationship like that... Anyway, i will definately miss this group. If you all saw this post, u should know who u are, wants to work together again, let the GLUE knows, i will try to save this relationship, but it takes 2 to clap, thus this relationship will only be saved if all wants to save it, so who wants to save it? Let me be the first to say: I WANT TO BE WITH YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT SEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'm sorry (_____)! Really hope to go back to the past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-5671100174711674859?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/5671100174711674859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=5671100174711674859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5671100174711674859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/5671100174711674859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3409802450965655574</id><published>2007-03-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week was both happy and sad. More sadness actually. On monday, super duper suay lah, our marketing project group wasted 2 days of no sleep the past week to do a project to market a sleeping equipment. Quite contradicting lah. But we made it until very entertaining, made a video which was super funny loh. Then on monday, super suay lah, we found out that got another group with the same tutor also market a product regarding sleep. WTH, suay lah. Then too late to change into another product already, so we neg neg (i.e die die) continue with the same product. To differentiate our product from the other group, we waste more time to make our project better. Hence, monday was again without sleep. First time stay in tutorial room until past 12am lah. Went back to prepare my slides and presentation. By the time finish my slides, already 5am, so no time to memorise my script. Thinking die liao, might even pull down the group, but my sleep still more important. Haha, sorry about that! An Ernest without sleep is an Ernest without any feelings. I will get super grouchy when i do not have enough sleep. The next day, during the marketing presentation, wth, everything went very well lah. Now then i know that without memorising a script, i can present better lah. Even got people say i zai. Haha, first time sia. Everyone in my group did very well lah. If you all got see my blog one, would like to use this opportunity to say: " WELL DONE, EVERYBODY!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then thought wednesday can go celebrate and watch Mr Bean together, but then the sadness came in the afternoon. 2 army friends told me that my dog in army, Bo, had passed away due to bloated stomach. WHAT THE FUCK lah, they dunno how to take care of dogs one is it? Although Bo always spin around in his kennel lah, i there for 2 years, never see dogs die in kennel before loh. But now they change to this new WO in charge, i think is the 2nd dog that died of bloated stomach already. WTH, he fucked up one loh. Bo or Ah Bao, is such a good dog, super obedient lah. Super karang also, why must he leave? We have been thru thick and thin loh. He always protect me from kanna caught (only those with me with know what i meant). He is super cute lah, look like scooby doo. He is also super obedient, without the leash, i can walk thru the whole prowling area with him lah. Normally dogs can do only 10-20 paces of obedient drills. But with him, i can do 100 paces loh, without command somemore. His only bad point is he is damn greedy lah, always hungry. Now he is gone... WHAT THE FUCK!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RgUytxRE5vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AgZXMvcz_W8/s1600-h/PICT0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045494719438972658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RgUytxRE5vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AgZXMvcz_W8/s320/PICT0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RgUzNxRE5wI/AAAAAAAAABE/-Ug8E6dSmSU/s1600-h/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045495269194786562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RgUzNxRE5wI/AAAAAAAAABE/-Ug8E6dSmSU/s320/PICT0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super cute right? Ok, maybe you dun think so, but to me, he is priceless. AH BAO, I WILL MISS YOU!!!&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/33787026-3409802450965655574?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3409802450965655574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3409802450965655574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3409802450965655574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3409802450965655574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/03/sad-sad-week.html' title='sad sad week'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RgUytxRE5vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AgZXMvcz_W8/s72-c/PICT0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6416007882242817291</id><published>2007-03-10T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:18:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks, damn busy man. Even recess week was busy. Normally always nua at home during non-school days, but recess week was spent away from home. Alot of projects need to meet, alot of assignments need to be done and alot of quiz need to be studied. But overall recess week was quite fun, 1 day spent wanting to do project, but CNY, ended up gambling, haha. Then 1 day planned to study, but also ended wasting time. Hence the most meaningful time spent on recess week was to catch a play that costed $10, but the script i can watch on tv everyday. A bit waste money, but it was spent with friends, so not so bad. Then spent 1 day ice-skating, not bad, quite fun, but if i more zai, will be more fun. Saw many trying to act stylo, trying to teach gers how to do it, but ha, in the end the best ice-skaters are small kids lah. They damn pro loh, can do alot of stunts. Maybe i shouldn't have spent so much of my childhood days playing soccer only, should learn roller blading, then now can act macho, and wun sia suay myself. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040235709147401506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKDrFP4TSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/33MMN29_Fhw/s200/IMG_4989.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most enjoyable for me was a day spent at Sentosa. Can see many bikini babes, wrong, should be can let many bikini babes see me. Haha. Very fun lah, even though it rained half of the time, but not bad lah, still pretty enjoyable. After that went to eat crabs, the store we wanted to go was having a super long queue, need to wait 1.5 hrs, siao, so went another one. Quite delicious also, actually i dunno how to see if it is delicious anot, all crabs taste the same to me, its juz the sauce that is different what. To me, got alot meat means delicious, i only know how to eat the "kong", but too bad a crab only have 2 pincers. Wouldn't it be nice if a crab instead of 8 legs, have 8 "kong". Haha. Maybe one day can go mutanted a crab into having 8 "kong". Oh, i suddenly remember one thing that is going to disturb me forever. Very disturbing one, for those that got a weak heart or pregnant, please leave now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so i shall proceed on. At sentosa right, when we were having so much fun, then i gei hiao, volunteer to be buried in the sand. At first still ok one, but after i was buried, i saw it. Not only 1, but a group of them. A group of indians, i'm not racist or what loh, i'm perfectly happy with them looking at me like i'm an animal in the zoo or an exhibit from the museum, they then start walking around me, then take a video cam and record me lah. Wah lao, i'm also an earthling lah, but nvm, i'm still ok with it. They wanna take picture with me, i'm still ok, then it happened. Arh.... One of them went to pose with me to take photo, he then wanted to kiss me, WTF lah, i not gay ok. Kiss still not enough for him, he wan put out his tongue and wanna lick my face lah, WTH, stupid gay, thats it, i had enough, i then forced myself out of the sand. That is it, I SHALL NEVER ALLOW MYSELF TO BE BURIED IN SAND ANYMORE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKJlFP4TWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SjPIInB16aU/s1600-h/sentosa+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040242203137953122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKJlFP4TWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SjPIInB16aU/s200/sentosa+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKKBVP4TXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RFrPE3CrvgM/s1600-h/02032007142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040242688469257586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKKBVP4TXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RFrPE3CrvgM/s200/02032007142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040238307602615618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKGCVP4TUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hLaLECW6AQQ/s320/sentosa+051.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Other than this incident, overall the day was very fun. On the left, we were having so much fun, until they appeared. But the crabs made me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I found one word damn difficult to pronounce lah. The word is "Magnanimous ". I learnt alot 6 times already lah, but i still have difficulty promouncing it. Maybe my tongue too skillful. Haha, sorry about tat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6416007882242817291?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6416007882242817291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6416007882242817291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6416007882242817291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6416007882242817291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xaa9JABqo2U/RfKDrFP4TSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/33MMN29_Fhw/s72-c/IMG_4989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-6535732579538491524</id><published>2007-02-19T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:45:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year!</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Cai! May all my blog's readers enjoy good health and great luck! This year is the year of the golden pig, next year is my year again, wah, suddenly i feel so old. I'm still like 19 lah, since 2004, i dun feel like i had grown. So old liao, by right should not be childish, should not always talk nonsense, but this is me loh. Hai... Anyway, Happy Lunar New Year (said by the people who tried to act chim, can't they just say Happy Chinese New Year!) Since i'm so old liao, i should act sophisticated (chim), and use Lunar. Ha, being childish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since so long, never talk about my super true theories, today shall write about 1. This theory is: THINGS HAPPENED FOR A REASON! I strongly believe that things happened for a reason loh, sometimes its like giving a warning to us, stopping us from doing something, while sometimes its like giving us a warning that something is gonna happen. I'm sure you all had heard stories of this person was going overseas, then something came up, so that person had to cancel the trip, in the end the plane crashed. Macham like Final Destination, but this one wun kanna another accident. In the movie Signs, things happened for a reason, like the small girl like to put cups of water everywhere around the house and nobody bothers to clear up the glasses, in the end the glasses of water are used to attack the aliens. I think this movie very meaningful loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my personal experience, in sec 2, after the exam, we were supposed to choose combinations for O level, i was not given my top choice, instead i was posted to the top class something which i am against, i went to appeal to my preference, but the teacher-in-charge did not approve. She said that if i wan change class, i had to go to my last choice, even worse for me, of cos i had no choice but to remain in that class. In the end, i learnt very valuable lessons in that class, had my first love and had to study to get into JC. If i'm allowed to get into my preferred class, being a super slacker, i think i would have end up in Poly instead. My class people were super hardworking and motivated (kiasu in short), hence i LL had to try to do my hw and stuffs and had to aim for a JC. And i would not have met her and my stupid good fren. Hence i think everything happens for a reason, maybe this is called destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anybody feels lousy that something that you dun like happened, dun be dismay, maybe the end result is not so bad. Maybe this path will lead you to greater good. So what your bf or gf ditch you, maybe you will hence get to find a better guy/ger. So what your interviews failed, maybe that company sucks. So what you fail your exams and cannot get into the school you wan, maybe in your retaking of the exam or your new school, you will meet great friends or even your husband or wife or gain valuable experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i feel things happened for a reason, and the reason is always helpful to you, so dun be despair if something is not going according to plan, treat them as experiences and learn from them or they are juz another path to lead you to your destination or even a better destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-6535732579538491524?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/6535732579538491524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=6535732579538491524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6535732579538491524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/6535732579538491524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-3171847064840359247</id><published>2007-02-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:38:53.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V(esak) Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy V(esak) Day everybody! This few weeks damn busy, too busy to blog and too lazy to blog too. Today V day, nobody to go out with, so making use of this time to blog a short piece. Free day at home, but not free also loh, i still have to prepare 2 powerpoints and 1 quiz to study, siao liao lah. Anyway, I GOT MY BEDROOM SET! Hahaha, queen size bed leh, anybody wanna come sleep with me? Only GIRLS can apply, sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, may all those who have a valentine have a wonderful day, all those with no valentine, would have pple calling them out. Shall blog again during CNY break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-3171847064840359247?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/3171847064840359247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=3171847064840359247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3171847064840359247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/3171847064840359247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-vesak-day.html' title='Happy V(esak) Day!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116935288933011290</id><published>2007-01-21T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:14:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>It had been very long since i last blogged. This is due to me working at a boutique, Valentino. Mai siao siao leh, how come a guy with no fashion sense work in a super branded boutique, selling female apparel, especially when i got no idea of what can go with what. I remembered there were a few times when a lady would come up to me and asked, what can match this top, my ans would always made them say, "You sure anot? The colour clashed leh." Then i will become speechless and had to consult my co-worker. Damn sia suay! But now the shop at Paragon had moved to Palais. During my last day at work, took some pics, thanks to Peggy, a very nice and friendly ger. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/1600/284158/P1140281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/320/248633/P1140281.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/1600/339213/P1140282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/320/470738/P1140282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and peggy and me as a mannequin. Look like model right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/320/568897/P1140284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as Sir Stamford Raffles, Peggy's idea. Stupid, but i looked nice, model-looked sia. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough talking about my work, now to the main topic. For the past 6 months, it has been very interesting. I heard many of my friends talking about their boyfriends, how good they are. I cannot believe my ears lah, wth, in this world got such nice guys meh. Made me look like i'm a super lousy guy lah. This got me thinking, what makes a good bf, must research, then next time become a super good bf. Good bf not good enough, must be a dream bf. Very lazy to write now, next entry then i will disclose what i think is a dream bf. You may disagree that what i think does not matter, what this will be what others tell me, that i agree, so it means that it should be quite close to a real dream guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116935288933011290?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116935288933011290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116935288933011290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116935288933011290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116935288933011290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116775195266097285</id><published>2007-01-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:09:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year! As usual, i like to be the last, so happy new year! Now that it is a brand new year, i shall have some new year resolutions. Normally new year resolutions never worked out, that is why i never had any before. 2007 is the year that i shall make some. See by the end of the year, how many worked out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first new year resolution shall be: To greet my parents everytime i see them and treat them better.&lt;br /&gt;My second new year resolution shall be: To exercise more, muz be fitter at end of 2007, hope can get a 6-pack. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Third one is: Must tidy up my room and get that bed-room set that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;4th: Must study harder, do all my tutorials and read all the readings and don't waste the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;5th: This one very important, I MUST IMPROVE MY ENGLISH!!! Must be able to converse in english fluently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116775195266097285?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116775195266097285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116775195266097285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116775195266097285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116775195266097285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116710619940708397</id><published>2006-12-26T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:11:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!!! I'm sure there will be people who wondered how come over already, then I say. Well, for those who dunno me, is cos i'm like that, since i definately won't be the first to say merry christmas, i want to be the last. Haha, sorry about tat!&lt;br /&gt;This past week very tiring, especially for my legs. I had been working as a salesman, selling branded, super expensive women's clothings. Have to stand whole day, hence super tired. It was there that i finally know the real world out there: how rich people can be. People would spend a few thousand on a simple top lah, siao one loh. For me, unless i'm earning like 10k per week, if not, i most definately wun spend like tat lah. But very fun lah, can see all kinds of people, especially pretty gers, haha. There is even this crazy woman lah, she is like very fat lah, but she keeps thinking that she wears size SMALL, then keep wanna try. Heard that she would roll up the skirt instead of zipping and wear at her thigh when it is suppose to be at the waist. Funny sia!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry is about the rain. This month very rainy lah, rain almost everyday. Then juz now i suddenly thought of one thing. How come ah, when people have appointments, when it is a sunny day, if one is late, one would be reprimanded and is seen as wrong. However if it is a rainy day, if one is late, it is deem as alright? Actually no difference right? If rain, take umbrella lah, where is the difference? Rain, then traffic jam? But if u dun drive, but takes the MRT, then no diff what. But rainy day is treated as a good excuse for being late loh. I wonder if sunny day can be treated as an excuse for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For rainy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Why are you late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employee: Bo bian leh. Cos raining mah, i need to wait for rain to get smaller before leaving my place, if not sure kanna rain one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Ok Ok, go and work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for sunny day also can use this excuse.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For sunny day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Why are you late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employee: Bo bian leh, cos super sunny mah, i need to wait for sun to get smaller before leaving my place, if not sure kanna heatstroke one, u wan me to report sick meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Errrrr.... Ok Ok, go and work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time can try this excuse. Ok, got to go liao. Tml still have to work, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: another reason why my christmas wishes is late is cos Raining mah, bo bian one. Who ask everyday rain, sorry about tat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116710619940708397?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116710619940708397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116710619940708397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116710619940708397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116710619940708397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainy-christmas.html' title='Rainy Christmas!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116557610273465471</id><published>2006-12-08T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:08:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting fitter</title><content type='html'>Wah, this december damn siong for me lah. Especially this week, rugby training as usual was damn siong, but this time round, damn rough also. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/1600/722652/08122006270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1024/3714/320/810750/08122006270.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my beautiful leg, become so er xin lah. On wed, i fell and got abrasion, then on thurs, dunno whose soccer boots studs ram into my shin lah, rough, but rugby is suppose to be rough. My whole body was battered as well, i was scratched by long finger nails, pinched, elbowed and knee-ed lah. But overall, it is fun lah, especially when i spin past Jiahao twice, haha, song!!! Then today i went to work as a coolie lah, i had to carry double decker bed frames up to 3rd floor alone. Siao lah, damn heavy loh, i think got 40 kg loh, then the bed frame is long, thus the only method to carry is by using arm as a pivot. SUPER SIONG LAH, even army also not so siong. 40 kg compare to my 60 kg weight, 2/3 of my weight loh. I managed to carry 4 times lah to 2nd floor, very good already hoh, my fellow temp workers only carry once each loh. Then juz now when i went to bathe, i think i saw the outline of a six pacs. Haha, i think by the end of the month, who knows, maybe i can get a nice 6 pacs. HAHAHA, dream on, ernest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: last night i had a bed-time story before i went to bed, even though it derived me of valuable sleep time, it was very nice. Not the story nice, but the feeling of hearing a bed-time story nice. Hope can have it again soon, every night before i went to bed if possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116557610273465471?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116557610273465471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116557610273465471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116557610273465471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116557610273465471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-getting-fitter.html' title='I&apos;m getting fitter'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116538092947281497</id><published>2006-12-06T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:55:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man are greedy</title><content type='html'>That day i saw this movie on channel 5 "a beautiful mind", it is based on the true story of Nash, the guy who come up with the nash equilibrium that i'm studying in school now loh. He got a nobel prize lah, but when he came up with his theory, he was a bit lunatic one loh. Wth, we have to study a siao guy's theory loh. What does this show? That genius can be misunderstood to be crazy? Ai yah, i think the moral of the story is that even a siao guy can win nobel prize, so normal people should not lose to him and work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now i'm going to talk about a theory, similar to Nash theory lah, all MAN are greedy. If you give a person $1, he will expect you to give him more money the next time. If you knew you screwed up for a paper, so u only expect a pass, but when u got it back and u got a B, you will start thinking that you should have score bettet loh, be greedy and wan more. Like for me, i got this normal fren, not close at all, never expect anything from this fren for my birthday, but when this fren celebrate my birthday for me, i start to expect more, expect a birthday gift from this fren. Even though at the beginning, i had never expect anything loh. See, human are greedy. Another good example is that when a guy is chasing a ger, even though the ger dun like the guy at all and wun like him one, but when the guy start liking another ger or have a gf, i'm sure the ger will be super buay song lah. If u are saying no leh, i'll feel happy for him, dun come and lie lah, inside her heart, she will surely feel abit bitter one, maybe she will even say wah lao, say like me, yet go after other gers, this type of guys so hua xin. See, all Man are greedy. Just like nash equlibrium, human will choose a better choice as human are greedy. Maybe i can call this Ernest's equilibrium. Nobel Prize here i come. Hahaha, ok ok, i know is impossible, but i have my right to daydream right? Sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116538092947281497?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116538092947281497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116538092947281497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116538092947281497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116538092947281497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/12/man-are-greedy.html' title='Man are greedy'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116522261768531017</id><published>2006-12-04T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:56:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words been misuse</title><content type='html'>I found that many people have the wrong impression of talk cock loh. It is talk COCK, not Cork. In hokkien, it means kong jiao wei. It is a form of vulgar language lah, but everybody is using it like it is something cool lah. It is not loh, so unless u mean talk cock, then i suggest everyone stop using it. U can use talk rubbish to mean what u are trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, gossip and rumour is deadly loh, recently heard alot about people been "scandalous", wth does that mean? I admit sometimes i also agree that the pair is damn ermmm "close" lah, but scandalous means having shameful behaviour lah, so if u use scandalous to describe the pair, its very inappropriate loh. Spreading news that a pair is scandalous will ruin the pair's reputation loh. Maybe they are just close friends (actually i personally think this reason is bullshit lah), or maybe they are just attracted to each other loh. But no matter what scandalous this word is damn wrong lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116522261768531017?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116522261768531017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116522261768531017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116522261768531017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116522261768531017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/12/words-been-misuse.html' title='Words been misuse'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116472447694013901</id><published>2006-11-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:34:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful to these people</title><content type='html'>Thanks people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/PICT0721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0739.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/PICT0739.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0739.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0739.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116472447694013901?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116472447694013901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116472447694013901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116472447694013901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116472447694013901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/grateful-to-these-people.html' title='Grateful to these people'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116472196326510315</id><published>2006-11-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:04:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of deceptions</title><content type='html'>Wah, yesterday was a day full of deceptions and surprises. In my 22 years, I had never been so cheated loh. Everything was planned, i'm being lead around like a dog. Its just like those candid camera shows lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/PICT0761.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cannot trust these 4 people again. Ok lah, but they damn nice lah. The day started with them all dilly dallying, then made me wait wait wait. Made me a bit piss off alreadi, then that stupid ah gek, the most left one, whole day shoot me lah, i do what, she also not happy lah, i say wat, she also must shoot me back. Dampens my mood even more. Lucky I the type who is always happy one loh. Then they also damn ma fan lah, say go here, 4 of us will agree, then 1 will disagree, say go there then another 2 will disagree, then raining somemore, so we had to move from cine to marina sq. Finally, we settle eat at the New York New York, i dun wish to comment on the food, got nice, got not nice. Then Fen Ru (2nd on the left) damn attitude sia, haha, the waitress never gave us forks, then she shout at her: "hey, you wan us eat with hands is it?" Haha, dun see her like gentle gentle, damn attitude lah, scary... At this point, i abit sad lah, they like not going to celebrate my birthday, something they say they will do today. Then we went to get movie tickets at Marina, then they wan shopping. WTH, i dun even like shopping with my gf last time, now have to go shopping with them, lucky i think they also pai seh, so go in come out, very fast. BTW, even if i dun like to wait for ger when they go shopping, I VERY willing to shop with GF one. Then they wan go la kopi, have to work to a street directory, (this is the one of the deception, they actually wanna plan the next move, finding where is swensen, but in the end never use this plan, cos movie end too late).&lt;br /&gt;At the movie, they wan to pick the seats without seeing the tics, like lucky draw like tat, then i sit in the middle lah, then they play cheat, say fenru ger cannot sit at the side, so i must change with her (this also a deception, wan me go to side, so they can plan the later plans.)&lt;br /&gt;Now is the real happenings... They say too late liao, so dun wan eat dinner, ok loh, then as we from marina, juz got into city link. Then David and Eunice (the 2 most right above) suddenly disappear, thought she went toilet, then he accompany her go. Then David called fenru, say eunice left her wallet at the cinema. Fenru acted like real one lah: "is it? Oh my god, then u all faster go find and come back." I thought real one lah. Then i scold fenru.&lt;br /&gt;M: "then we sit here meh, dun wan go help her find the wallet?"&lt;br /&gt;F: "no need lah, u wan us go run there meh? they half way there le."&lt;br /&gt;M:"ok"&lt;br /&gt;So i sit at the seats there, then ah gek's phone rang, then she asked us go accompany her go get some cookies for her mum, ah gek finally tok to me without shooting me lah, so ok loh, we walk towards HMV (deception, actually is she wan to get me out of there, so that Eunice and David can go get a cake at Polar) At HMV, i told her, city link never sell cookies lah, then she go use the phone again. Now is fenru's turn to bluff me liao, she say go inside HMV see cds, since i'm such a nice guy, ok loh, go in. Then eunice called me, asked me go esplanade take pictures (deception, go there celebrate my birthday, cos ah gek and fenru dunno how to ask me there, so she called, since she always so troublesome one, so i never suspect anything also) Finally reach esplanade, highest part somemore, never been there. They very dark, then finally found david and eunice with a cake lit with candles, i became speechless, wat a surprise loh. All these plan by Eunice one loh. She damn pro lah, wat 红星大奖, she should be the best scriptwritor lah. David also damn pro lah, Best director award, directing fenru and ah gek wat to do. Fenru and Ah gek, wth, damn good liars lah, Best actress and supporting actress.&lt;br /&gt;Damn touched loh, Thanks alot to Jin Rong, Pris, Li Wei, Kar Hon, Sheila and Jiahao for celebrating with me on my birthday and David, Fenru, Ah Gek and Eunice for giving me this lovely surprise. THANKS ALOT people and to those who had wished me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116472196326510315?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116472196326510315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116472196326510315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116472196326510315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116472196326510315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-of-deceptions.html' title='A day of deceptions'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116460314576788885</id><published>2006-11-27T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:52:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single VS Attached</title><content type='html'>Well, exam juz ended, actually going out to play one, but then have to wait for the others to go and get changed, so now i all alone writing this blog. Then i thought of this, is being single better or attached better? Recently, i heard alot of people, mainly attached people who say that being single is better. They say being single will have more freedom, can do whatever they wan, go out to wherever they wan, talk to whoever they wan.... They will then talk until as if being attached is a torture loh, then i have to gei gei nod my head, then they will get so worked up loh. In my heart, i was thinking, wth, if being attached is really so hard, then why are they still together with their bf or gf? Break lah! They keep talking until i buay tahan and asked them, why they dun wanna break, if really so torturing? Then they will reply: "U think i dun wan meh, i also wan, juz that cannot." Wah lan eh, what cannot? Break lah! Its just like u need to go toilet, then u dun wan to, have to tahan. Then make yourself miserable only, go to the damn toilet lah, u wan spoil ur bladder is it?&lt;br /&gt;So thats the pros of being single or rather the cons of being attached. Ok lah, i agree being single got many fun parts lah, like me nowadays, i can flirt with whoever i wan loh, got bf? dun care, still flirt, no bf? good, flirt somemore. I must admit, it is very fun lah, but at the end of the day, i will feel very empty loh. No matter how much i flirt, the ger is still not mine, have to return one. Sian... Furthermore, now exams over, holidays liao, i dun wanna rot at home. Which in turn brings me back to my intro, if i got gf, i wun be rotting now and write this entry, but rather i would be meeting her and going out and she can console me about my lousy grades next month.&lt;br /&gt;I wan a gf, or rather i wan a soulmate, a activity partner. So those who read this entry, ASK me out, i dun wan rot at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116460314576788885?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116460314576788885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116460314576788885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116460314576788885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116460314576788885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/single-vs-attached.html' title='Single VS Attached'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116403218498810413</id><published>2006-11-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:36:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/PICT0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/PICT0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116403218498810413?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116403218498810413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116403218498810413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116403218498810413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116403218498810413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116370252591726046</id><published>2006-11-17T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:28:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>Didn't wanna touch my blog until exam over one, but can't sleep, so come and write something loh. Today was the first day of my exams, quite jia lat loh. Cannot finish the 2nd paper, only managed to do 2 questions of 20 marks each in the last 15 mins, wth loh, should have plan my time better. Siao liao loh, arh.............. Anyway, the first paper also cui, forensic science, for the lectures, i pon almost all loh, then the lecturer "chut stunt" loh, asked question about wat a guest speaker say. Who the hell is this Mr. Chui? Really "CUI" loh, how i know what you say ah. The question is Singapore is world leader for what according to him? 1) body parts cases 2) high fall death 3) carbon monoxide death 4) forgot the other option liao. What kind of question is this right? Why according to him, he also not famous, why dun wan according to me? If u say according to someone like Issac Newton, i nothing to say lah. So today quite screwed lah, especially IT. I wonder how NTU calculate the marks loh, they always say get A lah, or B+ or C+, whatever, but how they derive such grades one? In JC and secondary school, they can say B3 is for 65 to 70. Now what is B+? So i try to calculate, lowest pass grade is D mah, so D should be 50 lah. D+ = 55. C=60, C+=65, B-=70, B= 75, B+= 80, A-=85, A=90, A+=95? What the hell loh, to get a b+, you will need 80 marks, in JC A1 only need 75, now a 75 marks only can be B. So hard lah. Those that get first class honours need an average of 85, wth loh, how they manage ah, dun understand at all. Ai yah, begin to get tired liao, so going to end le.&lt;br /&gt;PS: today however got 1 good thing happen, I become an Uncle liao, my cousin just gave birth to a baby girl. Although not first time, i become uncle, but thinking that got a small ger calling me: "Uncle Ernest, Gong Xi Fa Cai!" Hahaha, does this mean that i'm growing old? I only 22 years minus 3 days old leh. Hope thia little ger can bring me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;PS2: 3 more days is someone very important's birthday, so anyone out there who got extra money, these are the things i wan for my birthday. Cannot be greedy, so i just name 5 loh.&lt;br /&gt;1) MOST WANTED GIFT: A car (i know highly impossible, but maybe got some rich person got extra money, haha)&lt;br /&gt;2) It has always been my dream since pri 6 to own a pair of D &amp;amp; G jeans. My size is 32 lah, i dun wan tight fit one.&lt;br /&gt;3) A Adidas jacket, cannot make up my mind which colour i wan, i wan the thick type, not the wind breaker type.&lt;br /&gt;4) PS3 coming out right, i wan, but must modified one.&lt;br /&gt;5) Cash is always appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm not materialistic loh, so if someone get anything or even juz a birthday wish, i will be very happy le, but if get the above gifts hoh, wah lao, appreciated for whole year loh, give u big big kiss loh. Out of the above 5 gifts loh, i think the jacket is the cheapest one, so if anyone wanna get for me, better to inform me first, so dun wan duplicate gift. But cash duplicate nvm lah. BIGGEST birthday wish is for YOU to wish me.&lt;br /&gt;Buay tahan alreadi, going to sleep liao, how other papers will be more do-able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116370252591726046?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116370252591726046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116370252591726046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116370252591726046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116370252591726046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116271604981816245</id><published>2006-11-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:40:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Theory</title><content type='html'>Wah, this should be the last entry for me until end of this month. Stupid exam is here again. Sucks man! What is bad is that my birthday falls within this exam period, double sucks loh, what is worse is that my birthday falls on one of the exam date, triple sucks loh. But never mind lah, won't really celebrate also, this year no gf to celebrate for me, sian, but never mind, my family will still celebrate for me one, scarly they forget, hahahaha, then super suay loh. (Pui Pui Pui, Slap my mouth, must slap left cheek, right cheek and lips) Normally will have cousins and friends to celebrate for me also, but stupid exams, i have to decline all celebrations during this period. Sorry for those for have the nice thought to wanna celebrate for me, thanks, 有心就好, give me big big presents can le, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now going to talk about this theory of mine that i had learnt thru my own experiences. I'm sure everybody dreams, as in when you sleep and have dreams, not the other kind. Have you all ever think what does the dreams ever minds? Well, I'm sure some dreams meant something lah (but i dunno wat they meant), but i got this theory that when we dreams right, those dreams that we can remember hoh, it means that they won't come true, instead they will become opposite. This has been true for me many times liao, like if i dreamt that i flunk this certain paper, in reality i will score one. But for those dreams that we forgot right, it means that they might come true, then after they come true, you will have a deja vu feeling, like it had happen before, yup, it had happen before, in your dreams. I'm sure this theory does not apply to all of your dreams lah, but it apply to many of mine, so i think it should apply to others also. But if never apply to your dream hoh, sorry about that, maybe this theory only apply to suay people like me who have exams on birthday. Siannnnnnnnn.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116271604981816245?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116271604981816245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116271604981816245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116271604981816245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116271604981816245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams-theory.html' title='Dreams Theory'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116151236914993321</id><published>2006-10-22T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:09:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes theory</title><content type='html'>Wah, it had been 2 weeks since i write an entry, for those people who had been waiting eagerly for one, sorry about tat lah, now i shall write 1 theory i hear from someone today lah. I think quite true also, haha. But before that, shall show u all a pic. As those people who know me, i dun like to take picture one, why? Cos the effect always turn out NOT to be what i expected lah. You all should know what i mean. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/DSC01269.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/DSC01269.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken to celebrate David's birthday lah. Very sweet hoh? It was a surprise party loh, but the sweet part was there was 2 cakes involved, 1 small one to bluff him that we very cheapskate lah, then i show up with a better one. Eunice thought of it one lah. Well the birthday celebration standard keep increasing loh, does this mean for the next one, i should expect more? Hmm, anyway, the next one is mine lah, hahaha. Oui, David, Eunice, Ah Gek and Fen ru, get my hint? Hahahaaha, but i really dun expect much lah, a birthday card can le, who ask me to be so suai, having my birthday during exam time, at a exam date somemore, suai lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now to the holes theory i cope from someone lah. Well, she told me that all the holes in our body will make us feel shiok, or 会让我们爽。 After thinking about it, quite true lah, firstly, our eyes, well, when its itchy and we rub, quite shiok lah, ok, so this one pass. 2ndly, our nose, ok lah, when we "dig for gold" very shuang loh, so ok, this one pass also. 3rdly, our ears, when we use cotton bud to dig, very shuang also. 4thly, our mouth, this one i dun really agree lah, she told me when we having sore throat and suck will feel shiok, will meh? I dun think so lah. But then i think, maybe true when we are eating, good food especially, well for me, when i eat salmon sashimi with wasabi, damn shiok lah, ok this one is true also, then she say kissing also will feel shiok, ermmm, i think muz see kiss who bah, if kiss me confirm shiok, haha, but not everybody will have this benefit, sorry about that.  Next, our ass hole, well true also, when u are shiting, then the shit damn big lah, quite shiok also, hahahaha. Our sexual organ no need to explain lah, confirm shiok lah. So last one, our belly button, i consider this as a hole also loh, ok lah, when u try to tickle it, quite shiok also. So in conclusion this theory of hers is quite true loh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats it for this entry, oh, btw, i saw 陈凤玲, or Felicia Chin today, she is DAMN chio loh, wth, she is damn fair, i tell you, then the leg is so nice loh, fair and smooth(can guess), then her face, wah lao, damn cute and chio loh, fair someone, skin is fair also, well almost perfect lah, but too bad she is wearing heels and hence taller than me loh, too bad. If i remember correctly, she should be around my age, does anyone know her age? Ok, really, thats it already. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116151236914993321?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116151236914993321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116151236914993321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116151236914993321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116151236914993321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/10/holes-theory.html' title='Holes theory'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-116010496147327579</id><published>2006-10-06T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:58:02.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated M18</title><content type='html'>Warning! Warning! This entry is rated M18, go on only if u are above 18 years old. By scrolling down, you are agreeing that you wun get offended by this entry and you wun scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, i came across this video, damn funny i tell you, but come to think of it, it is a very scary thing if it really happens. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOoNBEusV08"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/UOoNBEusV08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bring about my new theory, should we check the goods before we made the purchase? You may be thinking, what good? Well, the line means, should couples have a sextually active relationship before marriage? or should couples hanky panky?&lt;br /&gt;Heard many people say before that, NO, we should wait until after marriage, then we can have sex, no pre-marital sex. That was about 5 years ago, when i'm in JC. Now in uni, fewer and fewer people appears to have this thinking. Now the more common thinking is, what the heck, we should do what we enjoy doing. If you ask any person, if they had been intimate with their partner before (ie: from anyhow touching to sex)? Most prob, their reaction would be to change topic immediately, especially for uni gers. I heard a fren of mine say this is cos, this topic is very sensitive, you would be judged by what you ans. Would people be charged by how they ans? When i was in army, all my army mates just say it openly loh, like where they do it, use what pattern and they seems to be quite proud of it leh. But my sec to uni frens, they all like shy shy one, dun dare say out. This brings me to my 2nd theory, should we be proud if we say we are virgins? Errrr, the "we" in the previous line means "people as a whole".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should we check the goods before we buy? Heard many people say that they dun do it cos scared of the consequences like getting pregnant. I myself think this is a damn stupid reason lah. There is this invention call condom loh, if u scared, use 2 lah. Not enough? Just 3 then. Haha. But protection is not 100% safe loh, so if u really rally ham jim then better not to try lah. Follow my good example. :)&lt;br /&gt;Manypeople think one should not have intercourse, this type of thing muz preserve until marriage, then u will treasure it more. (really will treasure it more meh?) Heard from a fren that a couple must be compatible sexually, if not, surely cannot last one. So she recommend that we made sure that the husband to be muz be able to satisfy her, if not, she wun marry him. I think she is right lah, if really after marriage then find out not compatible, how? Divorce meh? But i am not promoting PMS here, i am only suggesting that a couple should make sure that they are compatible 100% before getting married, if not next time regret then jia lat already. Furthermore, S'pore the population declining, so we muz be double sure, &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; marriage, we as singaporeans muz help to increase the s'pore population.&lt;br /&gt;But really hoh, nowadays the youth are getting more open, i wun be surprised that i got a fren who tell me he/she is getting married soon, cos shot gun. But i thought virginity is very important, especially to gers, then how come nowadays the youth is engaging in such acts? Remember that chio bu in the porn clip? See she young young only, damn skillful sia, i really admire her skills loh, power one. (I think i saw her in orchard before loh, quite chio in person, although my frens think is not her lah, but i 90% sure. Y? ermmm... cos i got good memory? haha) Yah, i agree is not gers fault for doing it lah, most prob is guys fault, they will say if u love me, u will do it one. Girls, be careful of such guys loh, this type of guys are bastards. If they love u, they will say: No, we shall wait until after marriage. Ok ok, not likely if is the ger who initiate one, but guys who love their gf wun force it. But if gers initiate and the bf reject ah, i think got problem liao. Either the guy dun love the ger already, or the ger, erm, need to take a look at the mirror lah. I dun think all guys are what a fren of mine say: no need see face one, got hole enough, just take a towel cover face can already.&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, i think hoh, this type of things shouldn't be forced to reject or accept, if the mood permits it, then do whatever you wish loh. But if u really scared to get pregnant or u really have no money, not even enough to have abortion, then better not lah, dun hurt a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i too lazy to write about the 2nd theory, next time then write. sorry about that! Dun get offended by this entry, tok cock only. Feel free to leave some comments, but if your comment is going to scold me, then better not loh, keep your offensive remarks to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-116010496147327579?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/116010496147327579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=116010496147327579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116010496147327579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/116010496147327579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/10/rated-m18.html' title='Rated M18'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115954782102088615</id><published>2006-09-30T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:12:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to theory telling</title><content type='html'>Ok, now lets put the previous few entries behind us, from on onwards, its the old ernest with his cock theories again. A bit brain dead from the projects doing sessions, sian. This is call writer's block, see, i also got 墨水one, i also can be sophisticated. Ok, since someone complained dun wan BGR theory, today i shall write about ah sia gia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you know what is "ah sia gia"? It means those rich man's son. In ntu, got alot, you thought students driving cars already quite big fuck already, but some even more power, they dun drive normal corolla or sunny, instead they drive BMW, Mercs CLK, Ferrari, EVO, Porsche etc. WTH right, i know some even more power, they dun have license, but got car waiting at home for them to drive loh.Hey, i'm not jealous ok, juz wanna discuss if these type of people will suceed in life later on. From young, they had been showered in money, when they go into in society, will they succeed? TV always show these people will in the end waste all their parents money away, then all the so-called friends left them, then they become super poor thing. But in reality will such things really happen? I personally dun think so, unless these ah sia gia are really moronic ah, if not, i think they would jolly well succeed in life loh, as the rich will tend to get richer, while the poor needs to work very hard.&lt;br /&gt;How come i think they will succeed? Who won't, you tell me? Their parents left them with so much money, they can juz anyhow start a business, then can earn money alreadi, or they juz need to succeed their parents business, juz sit at their tables receive money can le. But they must be sure dun be stupid and kanna cheated by the people they thought are their frens lah. 1 very easy way for them to succeed is, but some shops, then rent out earn rents can alreadi, or juz deposit their money in somewhere to earn interest also can. Who won't succeed with these kind of advantages in life? Only the really moronic ones loh, those who use money as toilet money, only know how to spend, never even try 1 bit to earn.&lt;br /&gt;But 1 major disadvantage for them to be born rich is that, they won't enjoy the results one earned after putting in alot of hard work. So for us who are not borned with a gold, silver or even bronze spoon in mouth, we should work very hard to try to climb to the same level as them, then overtake them. Such fulfillment should be very song one bah. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;This theory is rubbish right, sorry about that, writer's block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115954782102088615?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115954782102088615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115954782102088615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115954782102088615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115954782102088615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-theory-telling.html' title='Back to theory telling'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115943985623827137</id><published>2006-09-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:06:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Final version</title><content type='html'>Miss Vista, Happy Birthday to you! Wanted to get you a birthday present, but dunno what you want, you said you need a school bag, went to see, but dunno what type of school bag you want. But now, i'm sure your bf would get for you, so no need me to get le ba. Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115943985623827137?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115943985623827137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115943985623827137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115943985623827137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115943985623827137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-final-version.html' title='Happy Birthday Final version'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115934916069793962</id><published>2006-09-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:32:21.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday part 3</title><content type='html'>I just noticed something, that miss vista's birthday is on friday, not thursday, but date still correct lah, stupid me. Nobody noticed right? then treat it as i had never make that mistake. Anyway, i had made the corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vista, Happy Birthday! Heard that you got bf le, good for you, should i be happy for you? I should, right? But how come, i dun? Instead I got this soury feeling and I feel damn lousy, to the extent of du lan. Dun misunderstood, I'm not du lan with miss vista or her bf, but i'm du lan with myself, why i never make good use of my chance? Its like in a soccer match, i got a golden opportunity, a open goal, but i ge heao (extra), try to do pattern, shoot, hit the crossbar, then the other team counter and score and i lost the match. This type of regret loh, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my 202 group people very nice, they know i damn upset, then they all try to console me loh, by talking about super lame stuff, trying to act like the usual me, make me dunno wanna cry or laugh. Then we tok many topics, like should we be happy for our exs when they found a new partner, well all of us agree that we should lah, but the guys feel that only after some time, while the gers believe that we will be happy immediately if they found someone, wat type of bullshit is that, but nvm, i also no mood to argue with that yesterday. Then one of the ger came up with a theory which i shall cope and use it here. This girl has only 1 serious relationship before loh, but you dun think she like dunno anything loh, this theory of hers is super 伟大, but super unrealistic. Haha. Ok, here goes......&lt;br /&gt;She said that after one ends a relationship, he or she can only go into another relationship after he or she has totally forgotten about the previous one. Like that, it will be fair to the next partner. How unrealistic this can be, i feel that the best way to forgot about the previous one is to go into another one, ok, this may be unfair to that person, but u must also like that person then be together lah. It may be a bit unfair, but with another person's love, then it will be faster for u to forget about the previous one what. If what she says should be how we behave, that means after every relationship, one must wait for about 2 years, then can get into another one? We will always have memories of our previous r/s, it is such memories that teach us how to behave and treat the next bf/gf better. For example, you will know how to take care of someone when she falls sick or what certain expressions means. Learn to say facial expressions is very important and hard to master, especially for guys. Girls will always do stunts on loh, their mouth may say no lah, its alright, but the facial expressions may be smily smily, but only thru experience that u know that face actually means, if u dare to do it, tonight you will get it from me. All guys should try to master this 盖世武功。 Shit, i'm out of point already. Ok to link back, i feel that we should not wait until we totally forget about the previous one then we get into a new r/s, we should be fair to the new partner and once we are certain that if the previous one wanted to patch, we won't do it, then we can get into a new relationship, and by receiving love, then we can empty the love occupied by the previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Normally it shouldn't be too long, especially for gers. Guys normally wun wait until the love is totally gone one, haha, ok lah, not all, but most loh. I'm the only exception, haha, sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115934916069793962?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115934916069793962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115934916069793962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115934916069793962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115934916069793962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-part-3.html' title='Happy Birthday part 3'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115928051875895731</id><published>2006-09-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:21:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday part 2</title><content type='html'>As promised, i shall wish miss Vista Happy birthday again! Sing a birthday song for u, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to miss vista, Happy Birthday to you! May u stay young and pretty forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now i shall start on other stuff. Today i went to do my 202 project at one of my projectmate's place. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/1600/DSC01162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/DSC01162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of my 202 project group. On the right is angeline, the "dao" tall ger in our group, next to her is fenru, the blur leader, in the middle is eunice, the funky fierce woman. 2nd from the right is David, the smart tall guy. Lastly is me lah, no need to introduce myself. My 202 group people are all very lame, funny and sporting. Whenever we are in a discussion, there will always be someone who started to get out of point and talk about other things, normally is me lah, but the rest are also doing it more frequently. Like for today, we are discussing halfway, then someone start talking about Singapore Idol, forgot who le, i think its me. Ok ok, next example, we were discussing , then fenru start whispering to angeline about someone's eyebrow. Even our blur leader will also tok cock. Let me give a brief intro of them. Fenru is the leader of our group, cos she was the most enthu in the first place, but she is super blur loh, very fun to suan her one, then she can take it also. Sometimes see her blur face, kanna disturb also dunno face, damn funny loh. You dun see her face like angel, she will also suan people one loh. Next is Angeline, she is the really tall ger loh, then like wat David says, she got this really attitude face, like everybody owe her money like that, but she is actually a very nice ger, will help to think of weird stunts for us to perform on others, like today, which i will tok about later. The shortest ger is Eunice, she is very fierce and ungrateful one. Then she is like this spoilt brat loh, always expect us to listen to her, haha, no lah, she actually very nice one, she is like the mother loh, always nagging at us, but sometimes also very mischievous, always say people. Treat her good, she will take advantage, then wun appreciate. Like we wanted to celebrate her birthdy for her, she bo chap loh. Next up is David, the smart one, dean's list leh. Dun think smart people are all nerds loh, he also like the rest of us, always gossip about people and keep suaning people. His favourite is to suan Fenru. THis project group of mine, very sporting one, we will suan everybody in the group loh, no one is spared. All very lame one, always tok cock. They love to bully me loh, especially eunice and fenru. I think is cos they can't bully their bf, so come and bully me. I so poor thing loh.&lt;br /&gt;TOday something very funny happened, we were on our way to dinner, then david and fenru was so engrossed in a conversation, then angeline suggested that we quickly go hide, which we did, then they never even noticed until a distance later, see our group is so childish and lame, still dare to say i'm the lame one, actually i'm the most serious one loh. HAHA, as if.  But overall, this is a very fun group to be in, dun see we like keep playing, when time do really do project, we will do our job and excel in it, so into it, that we will even quarrel very fiercely, no lah, actually only eunie and david. The rest of us, very nice people. Haha, all nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that leh, today no special theory, bo bian, not really free, tml maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115928051875895731?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115928051875895731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115928051875895731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115928051875895731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115928051875895731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-part-2.html' title='Happy Birthday part 2'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115919144227938430</id><published>2006-09-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:55:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, seems like there had been some differing opinions regarding my previous post, haha. I had always been at the side of the actual bf one, but if really got some cb gia come and disturb and suay suay your gf choose to follow him, then too bad loh. Most people probably would blame the ger, saying she is a 贱女人，but don't you all think, the bf should question himself first. If he had treat her well in the first place, if he had perform the duties of a good bf, why he had not managed to make her fall deeply in love with him. If he had treat her very well, being a very good bf and managing to make her love him very much, then she would surely not had left him in the first place. Ok, not surely, but highly unlikely for her to left him. I admit there are other uncertainties, like he not having the ability financially to provide for her, or he unable to satisfy her in whatever possible ways (think for yourself, no need for me to spell out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now let me start on my true purpose of this entry. This friday, on the 29th, is the birthday of someone that holds a very special place in my heart. I would like to use this blog of mine to wish her a very happy birthday. I don't think she would be able or bothered to see this, but i would still try my luck. Since she is such a special person to me, i would like to keep wishing her a very happy birthday from today until her birthday. Ok, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vista (can't use her real name, don't think she would like it), Happy Birthday to you! May you do well for whatever you are doing! May you find someone great soon! (got a feeling that you already had, even though i hope u do find someone great soon, i would still have a sour feeling thinking about it) But, honestly, HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115919144227938430?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115919144227938430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115919144227938430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115919144227938430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115919144227938430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-part-1.html' title='Happy Birthday part 1'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115885712162242190</id><published>2006-09-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:45:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No special theory for this entry</title><content type='html'>Today is thursday, it is a very special day, firstly, thursday is the day that i booked out and its the day that i can slack at home for 3 days. But today is different, today is the last day of school for me. No schools for me at least for a week. Yeah!!! But the week is still fully packed, 2 projects to be done and 2 quizs to be studied. Stupid sia. Dun really know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the last day of the 2 lunar seven months. This 2 months have been quite unlucky for me, 1 terrible incident happened and it is the only thing i did that i have ever regreted in my whole life. A few years back, also regreted 1 thing, but now never regret le, but i'm sure this incident i will forever remember and forever be remorseful. Sometimes i will even have nightmares about it loh, and that incident will juz flash back into my mind suddenly. Really regret loh, hope that person will forgive me, even myself can't forgive myself loh, and i'm such a happy-go-lucky guy. Never really tell anyone about this incident in details and i hope to keep it this way. Hope time can let me forget about this incident and hope that "you" can forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can my entry be without any theory, right? So i shall write a short extention theory to the life cycle theory. Well, i said that uni guys will go chase the gers right. This theory is about this 横刀夺爱。Do you all think that guys that go chase after gers that alreadi have bf is evil or 缺德？ Well, i myself got 2 opposing views. I was of this view that nope, it is not evil, the guy is only giving the ger another option, let her think if the current bf is the "one" for her, if its not,  then the guy is only doing her a favour, let her end the time wastage once and for all. Then i began to think in the position of the bf, then i realised how devastating it will be for him, then i began to see the light, yes, it is evil, such behaviour will almost surely earn him foul curses and even treated as 小人 and kanna beaten by slippers. After consulting some "professionals", they told me that it is indeed evil, but if that guy has really fallen for a girl with bf, then he should respect the bf and not go after the ger. However, he is allowed to let the ger know of his feelings and if the feeling is shared by the ger, then without any wooing, he can still get her. So in conclusion, if there is any guys out there who has fallen for gers with bf, then they should respect the bf and not go after the gers, but they are allowed to confess their feeling, if kanna rejected, then Sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: juz now then find out that actually got many people leaving comments, juz that i never go accept only, so sorry. There was even a suggestion for me to get a tagboard, well i had thought of it,  but i scared if no people tag, then i will be so xia suay. But dun care, for u, monteiro, i shall go have one, you better tag on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115885712162242190?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115885712162242190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115885712162242190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115885712162242190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115885712162242190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-special-theory-for-this-entry.html' title='No special theory for this entry'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33787026.post-115872737007201076</id><published>2006-09-20T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:19:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First theory I ever had</title><content type='html'>Today is a bit unusual, normally all the entries i wrote is done in the comfort of my home, with the aircon on, i can stop halfway and lie now on my bed, but for this amazing entry, i shall do it in NTU's nbs fal. With about hundred people around me, anticipating this amazing entry, haha, as if. As you all can see, i had added in a counter below to count all of the great people to come and visit this great blog, hahaha. Last time i still thought nobody will be so free to come look at it, but hey, 27 visitors in less and a week, not bad loh for my standard, ok ok, about 6 of this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall start on this great and the first theory i ever had. Those of you who knew me, should have heard me say before, that is a guy and a ger cannot be purely good friends. Yah yah yah, i have heard many people saying, can loh, i got this good girl friend or guy friend. Wait, before u start rebutting, let me define pure good friends. Pure as in the guy and the ger will want each other to be good friends only, meaning, they had never like each other before and they won't like each other in the future. This is very hard to be true loh, i'm sure guys get close to gers is for the sake of trying to woo the ger, although their mouth say no, i only wan to be good friends, yah, bullshit. Even if they start as normal friends, but ended up as good friends, in the end one will either fall for the other one. 日久生情 leh. I have seen so many people who started out as good friends, but ended up as couple loh and many who ended up as good friends after they broke up and many who ended up as good friends because the guy likes the ger or the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you might think that, still its not true at all, then i shall explain what is good friend in my definition. A guy and ger good friend means they will sure their happiness, their misery, their troubles and they will chat with each other once awhile, even going out together alone. People who dunno them might think that they are couples, meaning that they acted like couples, minus the holding hands and other intimate stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Still think my theory is rubbish? Then prove it to me then, that you have a good friend of the opposite sex and the good friend must fall under the above definition and both of you have never like each other before and won't fall for the other in the future. But most likely, time will prove that my theory is right and when that happens, i only got one thing to say and that is SORRY ABOUT THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33787026-115872737007201076?l=sorryabouttat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/feeds/115872737007201076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33787026&amp;postID=115872737007201076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115872737007201076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33787026/posts/default/115872737007201076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryabouttat.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-theory-i-ever-had.html' title='First theory I ever had'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718190142141809753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1024/3714/320/27072006114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
