<?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-2232626937617252674</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:08:53.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight of my Head</title><subtitle type='html'>See you when I see you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8492197040083697263</id><published>2008-06-30T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:19:49.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rag's gonna start in less then an hour... Oh my, a month of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8492197040083697263?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8492197040083697263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8492197040083697263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8492197040083697263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8492197040083697263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/rags-gonna-start-in-less-then-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7661840914324477607</id><published>2008-06-11T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:58:27.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been busy busy recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with many friends, had several expensive dinners and suffered from the lack of fibre in my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to mambo twice, cooked fabulous meals twice/thrice. I went to the zoo too, got me excited for the first hour, and then it all went downhill. Animals just ain't that interesting, though the giraffes, big cats, loads of monkeys, goats, sea creatures and reptiles still caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proposed. with flowers, more flowers, and a Big CHART? lol, if thats what u call a large sheet of paper. Happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went for FOC camp, which was quite tiring but fun still. I walked the beaches of sentosa like 4 times. From siloso to palawan and back and forth. Its the holidays and the beach was crowded. And a higher quantity provides a greater possibility of quality. i hope somebody doesn't smack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. till next time. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(keeping my post short, due to requests from certain groups of people who find reading my mega long once in a blue moon post a chore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7661840914324477607?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7661840914324477607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7661840914324477607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7661840914324477607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7661840914324477607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-busy-busy-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7714185466401697069</id><published>2008-05-13T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:08:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the projects, the exams, and a glorious beach holiday at the bubu island resort, Pulau Perhentian island, Trenggaunu. I really loved the white sandy beaches and clear blue sea. Its a pity that with all that water none was palatable. Coming to that, I have come to really appreciate the water purification process in Singapore, you don't get many countries where you can drink water straight from the tap. Its really a chore to buy mineral water whenever one's thirsty. Before i go on a tirade on my vacation, I should start from where I boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely stupified by how long a vehicle can be stuck in a jam. With the unfortunate incident of the escape of a certain fellow, checks at the causeway checkpoint became far too stringent for anybody's liking. Nonetheless, the bus driver's patience was quite amazing. His irritatingly impressive english(he knew only 3 words, Toilet, Checkpoint, Passport), seeking to practice them whenever he had an opportunity to do so was not. Everytime we came to a tolilet stop. He would go "toilet, toilet toilet! Toilet Toilet Toilet!" So back to the infuriating jam that only served to increase a 12 hour bus journey to a 15 hour one, the five of us played asshole dai dee to pass the time. This game also became the game of the vacation given the lack of recreational facilities on an island. An idyllic lifestyle may be appealing, but too much of a good thing is just bad. The bus ride after the checkpoint was fitful, but travelling at night did help beat the time as sleep came much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the island around noon. A refreshing drink of banana juice. A greeting by the friendly people at the resort definitely help to make us feel welcomed. My first observation was that the island's tourist population were largely caucasians, and they really did love the Sun. The beach were sprawled with them and it was quite a "sight". Meanwhile, as we waited to check into our rooms, Mark the diveshop guy came to talk to us about our dive. He was from London and had blond dreadlocks(interesting hair). They had a dive to a shipwreck at 1pm, but it was too rushed. So we had to settle with a dive at 3pm instead. We were starving by then, so we had our lunch at bubu resort restaurant. The prices were definitely similar to Singapore. The food and the presentation of it was excellent though, so it was definitely you pay for what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm came and we went for our dive. The vis wasn't too good that day and we didn't really see very much. Julio became my dive buddy because I was the odd one out in the group, casey, seb, ivan and kenneth never forgetting to remind me. (But thanks to me we got the family room at the resort which was huge. Something like a suite. You're welcome guys.) Julio's from argentina and really loved nudibranch varicosas(little sea slugs) that were really colourful. He was our divemaster for the next 3 dives, and kept pointing out those nudibranches. The signal for it underwater's really cool too, reminiscent of what rockers like to do pointing our their index and pinky except that you had to wriggle it to signify a nudibranch. Moving on from the sea slugs. We had to consume our dinner at the bubu restaurant again a thunderstorm brewed in the horizon. It was our intention to go to the other island resort to have our dinner, but the rain detered us and we had an expensive dinner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we were scheduled to have 3 dives. Reminder of my sad ndu life. Fortunately the water's much better and the view underwater nothing short of breathtaking. There's a reason why I'm paid to dive in NDU and why I have to pay to dive here. Our second dive of the day was the best. It was around a pinnacle that stood out 1m above the sea. Known as the Temple of the Sea, or Tokong Lauit, the schools of fishes were very pretty. Each school had like 300 to 400 fishes. An amazing sight, I tried to touch them, but they kept darting away. We saw pufferfish, bamboo sharks and a mirade of other sea animals and corals. A leaking mask was a perennial irritation but the dive was still great nonetheless. Julio was again at his best, the argentinean divemaster spotting nudibranches at an impressive rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner that day, at the other island resort. The prices were 3 times lower compared to the bubu island restaurant, they also took 3 times as long. I waited for 1 hour for my drink and 2 hours for my dinner. The restaurant was packed though, so my dinner took quite a while to be prepared. The beef nachos I had was quite good, but i've come to a conclusion that a steak is definitely much better compared to minced beef. Football was next up on the agenda, with most of the diners glued to the screen. We watched man u win the premiership, much to my dismay. They did deserve it though given the brand of attacking football they had played this season and with a certain winger called ronaldo scoring 31 goals in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 beers were shared among the 5 of us and marvin, one of the resort workers from KL who was doing an internship with the bubu island resort. Haha, I wished I had this sorta internship though I don't think i can survive without technology for longer then a week. We played drinking games and had a racket of a time. At 18, Marvin didn't really hold his beer well, he got quite tipsy and casey and seb had to help him back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a horrible day. It was nua all the way because we were forced to checkout at 10am in the morning. Our bus back to Singapore was scheduled at 9pm that night. We passed the time playing more dai dee and talking nonsense. We saw goats, roosters and buffalos walking around the little town in trenggaunu. We also saw farmlands on our way back. There was even a goat family at the bus terminal. The little calves following their mother, that was quite a sight. Well, I'm done with this post. I doubt you wanna hear about my ride home. That took another 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOC and Rag's coming soon. Gonna be really busy then. For now, I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy my long awaited holiday. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7714185466401697069?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7714185466401697069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7714185466401697069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7714185466401697069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7714185466401697069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-1249058377441802351</id><published>2008-04-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:18:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a bum, and I love my bummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-1249058377441802351?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1249058377441802351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1249058377441802351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1249058377441802351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1249058377441802351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-bum-and-i-love-my-bummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-1913139990063902624</id><published>2008-04-08T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:58:38.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Looking for a way in...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-1913139990063902624?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1913139990063902624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1913139990063902624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1913139990063902624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1913139990063902624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-i-ever-have-place-in-ur-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3928702543089046996</id><published>2008-03-23T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the one thing you’re looking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is nowhere to be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you back stepping all of your moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trying to figure it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wanna reach out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wanna give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wish you could find something warm'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause you’re shivering cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last thing you say as your saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something inside you is crying and driving you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last thing you say as your saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something inside you is crying and driving you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause if you hadn't found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So long you’ve been running in circles'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Round what’s at stake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now the times come for your feet to stand still in one place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wanna reach out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wanna give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You wish you could find something warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause you’re shivering cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last thing you say as your saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something inside you is crying and driving you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last thing you say as your saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something inside you is crying and driving you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause if you hadn't found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was your first taste of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Living upon what you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s the first thing you see when you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last thing you say as your saying goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something inside you is crying and driving you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause if you hadn't found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched this awesome heartwarming movie(August Rush) at the FOC meeting on thurs. Lovely pleasant music. It made me think about how desensitised we are to its presence, how we actually take it for granted. We're subjected to it everyday, everywhere we go, from MP3 players to the streets we roam. Sometimes the quality of it is questionable but whatever it is, I'm thankful and appreciative of the fact that I have a marvellous pair of ears to take them all in. after reading this, take some time off and really enjoy the next song you listen to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FNA presentation drives me nuts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A work of art?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R-UzudHbShI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9KIHxMpRuL4/s1600-h/21032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180603819542399506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R-UzudHbShI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9KIHxMpRuL4/s320/21032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe, but definitely the remnants of what i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come home soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3928702543089046996?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3928702543089046996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3928702543089046996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3928702543089046996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3928702543089046996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-one-thing-youre-looking-for-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R-UzudHbShI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9KIHxMpRuL4/s72-c/21032008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2125342286006132253</id><published>2008-03-19T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:50:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going nuts. ramble bamble.. So many deadlines to meet, so little time to waste, ok, bye! this is now becoming complain.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do u know what happens when u try to stay motionless on a hard bed for an hour?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you get pins and needles on ur butt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i gotten myself into, sleep study my ass, more like motion study, except they want a stationary subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended an investment banking talk organised by the NUS economics society. Its ironic how, the speaker said that an econs undergraduate's chances of getting an IB career is remarkably low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've given my all and am empty inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2125342286006132253?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2125342286006132253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2125342286006132253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2125342286006132253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2125342286006132253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-going-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8937907238131894069</id><published>2008-03-05T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:24:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5IIXeR5OUI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5IIXeR5OUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see trees of green........ red roses too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see em bloom..... for me and for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see skies of blue..... clouds of white&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see friends shaking hands.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sayin.. how do you do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theyre really sayin......i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theyre really sayin...*spoken*(I ....love....you).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(you know their gonna learn A whole lot more than Ill never know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8937907238131894069?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8937907238131894069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8937907238131894069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8937907238131894069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8937907238131894069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a Wonderful World'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-1395857418212523307</id><published>2008-02-17T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:16:26.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna strangle all the liverpool players who were on the pitch... How the hell can liverpool succeed in getting kicked out of the FA cup by a 14th place club in the championship league. Barnsley.... what an absolute disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just glad somebody saved me from the misery of watching that match. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little busy with sch activities recently, i doubt im gonna be blogging much, I'll be back as soon as I'm bored. Right now, i'm just tired. I had a really great week though. Lots of surprises! i have many stories to tell, but not right now. Hopefully when I'm finally bored, i'll be able to recall and tell them. The bed beckons. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-1395857418212523307?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1395857418212523307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1395857418212523307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1395857418212523307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1395857418212523307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wanna-strangle-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-1397109818782834097</id><published>2008-02-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:27:37.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year! Gong Xi Fa Cai, Hong Bao yi Ge lai! =) update when i'm less lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$.$$$$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-1397109818782834097?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1397109818782834097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1397109818782834097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1397109818782834097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1397109818782834097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-5502483841057297850</id><published>2008-01-25T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:56.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise i have this affinity with changi airport. When driving, I'll make a wrong turn or the lack of one. Either that or I'll hop on the wrong bus and end up being bundled there. Perhaps, its somebody who enjoys giving me the wrong directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only good I got out of this is that I now know where to board the MRT at the airport. Did you know the MRT is called the "CITY Train" at the airport. I bet you didn't. Terminals 2 and 3 are directly connected to it. However, the intellectual me has a lousy gut. I went with my guts cos i didn't know which terminal was linked to the train station. In the end, I had to take a sky train back to terminal 2. A journey home that was supposed to last an hour, doubled. At least I made full use of my mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bling on saturday. It was kinda dull, so we kinda acted out a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purse chronicles: staring mat, eugene and shen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086179616390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBi92pfXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9Nnwk0fWhts/s320/IMG_1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Stars of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086183911357826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBjN2pfYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DzaHZ8CxBBU/s320/IMG_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purse is MINE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086201091227026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBkN2pfZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fouDo1dpnfc/s320/IMG_1859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mat tries to steal it from me using physical violence. Sobs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086205386194338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBkd2pfaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mycdYpt46YY/s320/IMG_1860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we tussled for it with all our might&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159086218271096242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBlN2pfbI/AAAAAAAAANE/wqIZ7CBrIyM/s320/IMG_1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shen managed to nudge mat away and take the bling purse from us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159089774504017346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jE0N2pfcI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEWZODnNqFQ/s320/IMG_1862.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She then tries to hit me with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159089787388919250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jE092pfdI/AAAAAAAAANU/FNCjKBwbkPc/s320/IMG_1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mat was so sad she couldn't get the purse, she decided to drown her sorrows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159089795978853858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jE1d2pfeI/AAAAAAAAANc/9wpDYkL_fQI/s320/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided that fruits were a much healthier alternative and i got happy. look at my wonderful smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159089804568788466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jE192pffI/AAAAAAAAANk/UjjgPiRFeKU/s320/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fruits can't satisfy the carnivore in me so i decided to eat my tie as well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok here's the rest of the pple who were there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG6t2pfgI/AAAAAAAAANs/xTYkB5XfzCA/s1600-h/IMG_1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092085196422658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG6t2pfgI/AAAAAAAAANs/xTYkB5XfzCA/s320/IMG_1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG7N2pfhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_s1xZPYwIeM/s1600-h/IMG_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092093786357266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG7N2pfhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_s1xZPYwIeM/s320/IMG_1819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liverpudlians! My fellow reds. You'll never walk alone. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG792pfiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ifdk6LdrdiY/s1600-h/IMG_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092106671259170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG792pfiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ifdk6LdrdiY/s320/IMG_1822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG8d2pfjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Mi0XM-OYX8c/s1600-h/IMG_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092115261193778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG8d2pfjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Mi0XM-OYX8c/s320/IMG_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Men&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG892pfkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sahCz_8vODQ/s1600-h/IMG_1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092123851128386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jG892pfkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sahCz_8vODQ/s320/IMG_1868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 guys and an extra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5lYuN2pfpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xVCDwGikAcc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159252399145713298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5lYuN2pfpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xVCDwGikAcc/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all the other nonsense we got up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok... thats all for now. I realised i haven't blogged any posts with photos for a very long time. Till then. Tata. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting always... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-5502483841057297850?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5502483841057297850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=5502483841057297850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5502483841057297850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5502483841057297850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-realise-i-have-this-affinity-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/R5jBi92pfXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9Nnwk0fWhts/s72-c/IMG_1750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7643777429770162249</id><published>2008-01-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:49:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nua day has been really fruitful. I have effectively managed to scrunched my timetable into a 4 day school week. I feel totally useless staying at home, aimlessly surfing the net, msning and watching tvs and movies. Not that I'm complaining about this lifestyle. I'm probably going to miss the 22nd of february alot when all the school work and activities kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's getting sick recently. Stomach flu, flu, sore throat, puffy face and what have you. If you're one of the afflicted ones, get well soon. If you're fine, stay that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked up an awesome brew of porridge. I might be bias. But i'm sure my sis will agree with me. Yes? haha. You better read this and give me a positive comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles are meant to be eaten with sour cream. Its the very reason why they have a bowl of sour cream on the packaging. When the chips are dipped with the cream, it creates an awesome combination of texture and taste. The sour cream adds volume(and of course sourness) to a chip that is otherwise simply salty and ridged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS lecturers are a horrid bunch. They keep changing our textbooks. So now all our money is being thrown down the drain. I hate them. Its like all these assets are being frozen of. Their value depreciating, while inflation is ongoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7643777429770162249?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7643777429770162249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7643777429770162249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7643777429770162249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7643777429770162249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/nua-day-has-been-really-fruitful.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-4906573508154337583</id><published>2008-01-17T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:20:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Six Songs Collide</title><content type='html'>This is a brilliant mashup of six songs by Norwegian Recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mashup contains samples from:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;2. Howie Day - Collide&lt;br /&gt;3. Five For Fighting - Superman&lt;br /&gt;4. Angela Ammons - Always Getting Over You&lt;br /&gt;5. Boyzone - All That I Need&lt;br /&gt;6. 3 Doors Down - Here Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely amazed how the artiste managed to harmonise the six songs together to form this fantastic chemistry of melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-4906573508154337583?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4906573508154337583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=4906573508154337583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4906573508154337583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4906573508154337583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-six-songs-collide.html' title='How Six Songs Collide'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-6482027141604236034</id><published>2008-01-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:58:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Yr 1 sem 2 has finally started. School is just awful, I got bored after sitting in the lects for less then 5 mins. The lectures flew by and i must have been in lala land for 3 hours today. Prof voices droning in the background, my mind drifting like a leaf in a breeze. Floating and sinking. Oh well first lectures are often useless. Been shopping mad recently. Money come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool drew their forth consecutive premier league match. Boy are we sliding down the table. You'll never walk alone. Liv a pu forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to turn in early today. so good night. I'll write more next time. Finishing the kite runner. Its quite an awesome book. I hate packing rooms. I wished somebody would just do me a favour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-6482027141604236034?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6482027141604236034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=6482027141604236034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6482027141604236034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6482027141604236034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-4091182792354196269</id><published>2008-01-09T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:18:50.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Night cycling 2 days ago with trogun was fun, but it was packaged together with a sore butt and extreme exhaustion. My butt still hurts when I sit down. Our night cycling route brought us to bedok 85 to eat bak chor mee. I bargained with the sugar cane aunty and she gave me a 60 cents discount for 8 glasses of sugar cane. haha, I'm an auntie killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dex's house to play mahjong for a bit cos we were kinda full after all that food. I ought to quit playing mahjong, my record hasn't been the best recently. Next was the long ride to geylang, we finally settled ourselves at yung he you tiao dou hwa stall. Had quite a meal. Visited brent's house lobby next. Its kinda like a hotel, except there wasn't aircon. Cable tv entertainment was provided, but exhaustion crept in and most of us went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs are definitely not meant for sleeping, no matter how u arrange them. I tried to put 3 chairs tgt and squeezed myself thru the handles for a flat sleeping position, but there was no headrest, and it gave me a woozy head when i sat up. Only zj managed to slp, but then he sleeps everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was to be no sunrise at east coast park, the whole sky just became brighter at 7. It was a disappointing moment, the clouds being the culprits of the day. We nuaed for 2 long hours, before the bicycle shop opened. We didn't have breakfast, but the mosquitoes had a great one. They had a buffet of blood. I was the only insect attractor among my friends, and i got bitten like 6 times, killing 4 along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dex being a good boss got the car to send us to the mrt. The ride back was superdupalupa tiring, mat, zj and me were stoning while standing for half the trip, we only managed to find support for our tired butts at tanjong pagar. Trains really suck, i want my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidded for changing landscape when I got home, threw in almost all my points. I hope its a wise decision that I wouldn't end up regretting. I'm halfway thru the last week of the hols for sem 1. The holidays have really flew past in a blink, I still haven't packed my room despite wanting to do so since the 26th of dec. Someone give me a kick up my ass to get me moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVLE now has all my core modules up - more printing of notes, announcements and emails. I am dreading the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVLE = EVIL, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do i move forward?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-4091182792354196269?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4091182792354196269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=4091182792354196269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4091182792354196269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4091182792354196269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-cycling-2-days-ago-with-trogun.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3282234463668634101</id><published>2007-12-31T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:24:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy new Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3282234463668634101?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3282234463668634101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3282234463668634101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3282234463668634101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3282234463668634101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3817823168758829354</id><published>2007-12-30T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:25:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've discovered a penchant for sleeping at chalets. Especially the beds at the NSRCC, I've been there twice in recent weeks and I spent an enormously large proportion of my time there lazing in them. It isn't the boredom, its the ambience of the room and the extremely plushy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seb's birthday celebration wasn't much. The usual guys went to stay over and we had a heck of a time doing nonsense stuff. We crapped, yelled, and howlered our presence. The only notable thing i remembered from yesterday night was that i ended up in sebby's car boot when we went for dinner. It wasn't a favourable spot but for the greater good, I sacrificed myself. Anyway, my ability to fall asleep in unfavourable conditions, enabled me to enjoy the ride. The humps gave me jolts that i didn't really appreciate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Caught up with my jc classmates 2 days ago. We had dinner at ding tai fung. I received a bag, and haha, a pair of branded underwear. Expensive underpants. I'll probably have to let the whole world know I'm wearing it when I do. Otherwise whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The holidays are flying by really quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3817823168758829354?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817823168758829354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3817823168758829354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3817823168758829354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3817823168758829354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-discovered-penchant-for-sleeping-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8930069822765322782</id><published>2007-12-26T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:25:04.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm caught between 2 minds whether to feel satisfied and relieved with my results or to be pissed with myself for the amount of careless mistakes that I shouldn't have made. 4.1 should be simply satisfactory considering the fact that I knew most of my stuff. Especially MS, they should seriously consider letting us SU core subjects. B-. Now that drags everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ur only as good as the next step you can take. So I'll just have to look forward instead back, can't retrace my steps even if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investing is an art I am keen to get into, but it seems that with the market being so weak right now, I should just concentrate on building my knowledge about that, and hopefully when the time's right, I can finally start and build a habit of making my money grow instead of simply dissipating into the wilderness of the greater economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8930069822765322782?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8930069822765322782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8930069822765322782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8930069822765322782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8930069822765322782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-caught-between-2-minds-whether-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2723262882377195624</id><published>2007-12-21T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:04:02.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught between rocks and hard places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should I or shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the simpsons movie and there was this really funny scene with homer caught on a bulldozer ball and swinging between a rock and a diner called " a hard place".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2723262882377195624?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2723262882377195624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2723262882377195624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2723262882377195624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2723262882377195624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/caught-between-rocks-and-hard-places.html' title='caught between rocks and hard places'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-343169822866258004</id><published>2007-12-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:53:28.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>The holidays has been a crazy, tiring and nonetheless fun affair. I watched enchanted with shen on monday. That was after travelling all the way to the ICA to make myself a new passport (i had a retarded incident regarding that too but i'll leave that for later.) Enchanted was hilarious, and the ending's a little different from your typical fairytale although it was still a happy one. Anyway, shen must be enjoying herself in hk, so I've one less person to hang out with this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, i attended MCR's concert. Thankfully Mr Tsin with his huge network of friends managed to get a queue jumper and we could stand near the stage and be nearer the band. I didn't really enjoy the concert considering all that squashing I was subjected to and Mr Tsin who was shaking his head and subjecting me to some hair in my mouth. It was a kiddy concert seriously, and I felt old being there, lots of secondary school kids with their ah beng tshirts and punk attitude. The band wasn't that bad, but in my opinion gerard grey's just too fat and gay in his tight shirt and jeans which were threatening to split any moment. Regrets: 95 bucks which i can never get back, getting squashed by children half my age but twice my size. Glad: The songs weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVERPOOL won MARSEILLE 4-0. Absolutely wonderful performance from the whole team, and Liverpool once again defied the odds to qualify for the next round. Simply fantabulous, the very reason why i love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, was a blissful day, I filled myself with so much dim sum during an afternoon buffet, it became something like 3 meals at a go. Hao gave us a birthday treat at YUM CHA. Ok, special thanks to him since its really unlike him to give treats. The buffet wasn't cheap too at 20++. The shirmps and scallops were on free flow, and our typical kiasu spirit was evident from the start, we devoured the baskets of dimsum with such fervour, we weren't really talking for the first ten mins. Oh it was 5 of us, sy, dave, hao, keith and me. We could hardly walk after the buffet, but we decided to make a trip down to clark quay and get a reservation for the big match on sun. Liverpool vs Manchester Utd. Its gonna be a nailbiting clash that I'll have to sit through. A match, which I can't bear to watch and yet need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the first sunny day of the week, I got Mat to wake up at very very early hour to tan ourselves. The warren golf and country club is a really peaceful and quiet resort to relax for a day. The sun was shining and I think we overdid it a little with all that Sun. So now we're as red as roasted pigs. Its Christmas though, so nothing wrong with being a little radiant and festive to raise the spirits. haha. Had a dinner with the NDU guys in the evening at NYDC, first time I ever went to NYDC in the 21 years of my life, was great catching up, most of them are at NTU so I hardly get to chat with them. Caught hitman which was an action packed movie, and i really can't be bothered to describe it. 5 of us hung around till late. We went bowling at ECP, I struck a turkey haha, unbelievable and got 150 points! Then it was supper before tsin and me went to seb's house and had a boy's night out, slumber party style. That sounds gay, ok we just played x box and some mahjong and texas hold em, got too tired and fell asleep in seb's bed, which was humongous. Cos the 3 of us managed to sleep in it, and when tsin is one of them you can just imagine how big it is. His blanket was huge too. How can someone so small have such a large bed, like my bed is 1/3 the size of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I wanted to go to ICA to collect my passport. To my dismay, I went into the building got myself a queue number and sat there for 20 mins, then I realised I forgot to bring my old singapore passport. I was so fucking pissed with myself, i wanted to be mad! Oh well i didn't really have any choice but to make my way home. Slept away 3 hours, before I went to zouk for a ad hoc job. The pay was good at 10 bucks an hour. I didn't do much for the first 2 hours except to move some stuff. My job was to be a casino banker at dice. you know like "big or small". I was yelling throughout the hour I was working, and its quite amazing how people can get so excited over gambling. Some guy managed to showhand his way to an amazing 200 chips from a start of 5. I wonder what kinda luck he had on his side. The boss for the event management company didn't want to pay us ot. But asked us to have food and drinks on the house. So gee, wei lun and me had a crazy time eating non-stop and drinking alcohol and coke. It was worth it in the end. In fact, I also got a chop on my hand for zouk so technically, i have free entry now. But clubbing's not fun alone so I'm back home typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all for this week need to spend more time with my bed&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-343169822866258004?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/343169822866258004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=343169822866258004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/343169822866258004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/343169822866258004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8392386634516105603</id><published>2007-12-09T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:08:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Old.</title><content type='html'>I celebrated my 21st birthday yesterday. It was an exhilarating affair, coupled with surprises, lots of food, and a trip around the island with a barney balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsin called me on the morning of 7th dec, and wished me happy belated birthday. Haha, it was a hilarious situation, and he started cooking up some nonsensical story about wanting to be the first to wish me happy birthday. Anyway, its the thought that counts, so I'm grateful for such a fine friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of the eve of my birthday. I met up with some of my sec 4 classmates and had a nice reunion with them at sakae sushi, wheellock. Kian hao, siang yuan, keith, donovan and yee chwan, thanks for the simple celebration. Hao, next week's your turn to treat. After our short dinner, I went to meet seb, tsin and Ivan at marina square, we walked around before we went for a drink at Chijmes. They charged us 75 bucks for 4 glasses of beer, absolute madness if you ask me. At first the waitress was saying they had 20% off for all drafts, but I think it was more like a 20% markup in the end. Maybe they pegged beer prices to petrol prices. Its crazy how oil prices have been rising recently, 60 bucks used to be sufficient for a full tank. Now its up to 80 bucks. Anyway, I decided I didn't want to miss the train home, taking a taxi home alone at midnight wouldn't be a very prudent choice for my small pockets. So we parted ways around 1145 and I spent the first ten minutes of my birthday on an mrt train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and felt hungry, so I met Shen and Clarence for supper at lao pa sat. I had my first birthday "cake" from them. It was 2 ben and jerry's ice cream. haah, very innovative. Clarence is going to China for his super long work attachment. I think I would get homesick in a week. I sent shen home and somehow missed the exit at tampines and ended up at changi airport again. Pretty retarded, considering it wasn't the first, second or third time this happened. We went for a walk around terminal 3, and it looked very modern and stylish. I think our airport terminals 1 and 2 are due for a makeover. If you happen to notice and ponder about the designs, they really look old and might very well be the one of the major reasons why we lost our status as the number 1. Our adventure at T3 lasted approximately an hour. Then it was time to go home. I realised I've had a lot less sleep since the exams ended. Roughly 3 hours for the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 5am. Slept in till 9am. Then my aunty came with this marvelous tasting chocolate cheese cake that she baked. So i dragged myself out of bed and wore a long sleeve shirt(it was with boxers though) just to take photos. Haha, my mum insisted on it, so I had no choice to but to oblige, everyone looked sleepy in the pictures though especially my sister, she needs like 12 hours of sleep everyday, I dun even know how one can sleep that much. Haha. But she's been a joy to me for the last 17 years, we chased each other around for hours when we were young, had our fairshare of quarrels, but the good thing is as siblings, the animousity and anger is forgotten as soon as its started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents joked that they booked the entire boon lay raja restaurant for my birthday lunch. We got there very very early at 11am, so we were the only customers for the whole 2 hours we were there. We enjoyed excellent service, and the food was good, though I couldn't eat much since it was really early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nows the exciting part of my whole birthday, I got home around 3pm and took a nap till 5pm. In between, I got calls from Jian Wei, pretending that he's going to be late for our dinner. So I didn't suspect anything. Mat and Shen, got Karmen to ask for my home add for rag, and I gave it(they wanted it to come to my house). I still didn't suspect anything. So at around 5:15pm, these 2 girls started storming into my room with a blueberry cheesecake(which mat baked and taste excellent). I was still bleary eyed cos I just woke up. I was surprised beyond words, i haven't had a birthday surprise in all 21 years of my life. Getting my first on my 21st birthday was definitely a heartfelt moment. Shen made me a very beautiful card, I think she can start a card shop or something. So zhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went vivo for dinner, at first I thought it was going to be a dinner with jian wei, mat and shen. I was in for a surprise again. Haha, Dex, Karmen, Alan, and Zhen jie popped out from nowhere for surprise of the day number 2. I got a barney balloon from jian wei and I had to carry it around vivo city with the entire population looking at the crazy guy with a barney balloon on his hand. How embarassing, but it was quite funny to see small kids pointing to my balloon. I had to eat 2 pieces of sushi with a dollop of wasabi, i almost died. Tip of the day from Dexter: breathe in hard when chewing food with wasabi, its kills the spiciness to shoots up ur nose. It actually works, but anyway I was tearing alr, when I downed my 2nd piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling at Safra was up next. It was an event organised by bizad club, (Im still carrying my barney balloon and walking around the bowling alley with it) I suck at bowling, haha, kept getting long kangs. Anyway, some smart person decided to tell the emcee jonathan to dedicate the barney song to me and it was blasted on the stereo. I seriously didn't know where to hide my face.... There was bingo at the end, but none of my friends won. After that Mat, Shen and me went to Brew werks to eat this cobb salad that we were talking about for a month since we started mugging together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took quite a number of photos together, Shen and Mat were getting a bit hysterical after drinking a bit. Next we went to Mat's house to catch Reading vs Liverpool. We flew there in my car. It was a really disappointing match though since we lost, and I was pissed with the referee half the time and the commentator the other half. Talk about bias. The ref and the commentator must have been reading fans or something. Oh well, as long as we win our next 2 matches, the outlook would be much brighter. Sent shen home, and well thats the end of my birthday adventure. Tiring stuff, but definitely a very memorable one. Thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and played soccer in the rain. first time i played soccer in a month and it had to bloody rain. The court was slippery and almost like a swimming pool so we ended up sliding and falling over, I felt like a kid once again. I fell on my butt so many times, i think i need an ass massage now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8392386634516105603?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8392386634516105603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8392386634516105603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8392386634516105603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8392386634516105603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m Old.'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-4056312516928591586</id><published>2007-12-07T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:47:01.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to Party</title><content type='html'>6th Dec 2007 has been a date I've been looking forward to since the end of oct. Studies have been the single occupant of my mind and life for the past month. Finally, its a well deserved break from school, I didn't put in maximum effort, but nobody's 100% efficient. I'm just glad I made it through in one piece(though i'll probably be shattered on the 26th when the results come out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway........ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its Time To Party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen came to my house in the afternoon to put her stuff. We cooked spaggetti and came to the conclusion that we were both not very competent cooks, but it was fun. The last time I fried something was way back in July. I've been dependent on my trusty microwave and instant noodles for survival since then, not that I eat home a lot. Mcdonalds must be 500 bucks richer from the revenue they receive from a loyal customer like me. We had cabonera pasta, with minced meat, carrot and mushrooms. It was a delightful, creamy dish and we savoured it while watching ratatouille. Notice the common theme food? Ok, it doesn't end here, we had this awesomely sinful sprite float to go along. Not bad for a meal at home eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear mat only woke up at 3pm. 3PM! so time dragged, the rain came, and we finally made our journey to the warren golf and country club for bowling only at 6pm. It was fun. I haven't bowled for a year, and we had this crazy singing thing to go along with the bowling. Dinner didn't live up to my high expectations. Brewerks was originally on the cards, but unfortunately a certain mode of transport wasn't available. So we settled for the convenient but alas not so satisfying dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I discovered the joys of sleeping on the MRT train. thanks to p1 haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done for tonight. The first 12 hours of no mugging has whetted my appetite for the holiday. FOP meetings tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savouring every moment of now, embracing every moment that comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-4056312516928591586?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4056312516928591586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=4056312516928591586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4056312516928591586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4056312516928591586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-time-to-party.html' title='Its time to Party'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8173524291053671702</id><published>2007-12-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:32:45.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait no longer</title><content type='html'>One more fing exam and I'm done with year 1 sem 1. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this whole string of activities waiting for me. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole Bio text book to read within the next 36 hours. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer over the weekend. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big Day. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of friends to meet. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool match. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think life's wonderful? There's so many things to look forward to. For all of you out there who's exams have ended. Give yourself a pat on the head and enjoy the month ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT! But pls don't let time go by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go running now, the next time I'm back. All hell's gonna break loose. You'll Never Walk Alone. Eugene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8173524291053671702?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8173524291053671702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8173524291053671702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8173524291053671702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8173524291053671702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-wait-no-longer.html' title='I can&apos;t wait no longer'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-4496614781337987536</id><published>2007-12-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:22:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more exams to freedom. I'm gonna pretend I did very well for all of them and live in a shell for a month before the results come out and break my heart. Marketing is crazy, its essentially similar to bringing a textbook into the exam hall, except everything in the textbook has to be imprinted in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a super humongous icecream indulgence yesterday with mat and shen. Talk about eating less, the original plan was a salad. But the plan flew out of the window, with cafe cartel's new menu. The food looked absolutely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to count shoes in the morning at the standard chartered marathon. The only good thing that comes out of it is FOC is richer by my 50 bucks and the vitamin D, I have so desperately yearned for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a haircut today. Ok, breaks over. Time to study. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-4496614781337987536?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4496614781337987536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=4496614781337987536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4496614781337987536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4496614781337987536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-more-exams-to-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3134614702628266116</id><published>2007-11-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:44:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the Less Fortunate</title><content type='html'>Visit &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Use your knowledge today to help people living in poverty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3134614702628266116?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3134614702628266116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3134614702628266116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3134614702628266116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3134614702628266116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/helping-less-fortunate.html' title='Helping the Less Fortunate'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-5155912850533014561</id><published>2007-11-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:49:27.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mega Update</title><content type='html'>Its been a long hiatus since i last wrote down my thoughts. An eventful time filled with ups and downs. The exams are in a week and one semester is gone. How apt, the phrase "time flies." We often reflect on our past, seeking to regret the many opportunities and actions we did not undertake. Reflections are good, but it can not bring gratification, only a timely reminder of ourseles in the past. So lets all cherish the present and approach the future with an open mind. Optimism will always stand one in good stead. Why look at a withering flower when next to it is one that's just about to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor prescribed me a dose of "break". You see, I've been diagnosed with studyholism. The symptoms are significant, I mean who dreams of himself studying, wakes up, studies and then sleeps only when the sun is right about to rise. I woke up this morning and first thing i did was to rummage through my notes. Deciding on the agenda of the day, "what to study?" Exams are a bane to the human experience. A test of one's ability to absorb the maximum amount of information and to spill it out within a stipulated hour or two. Constant learning is key to knowledge advancement, but without any impetus to do so, that objective is lost in a mirage of dreams. My marketing and general biology modules are excellent examples of how the lack of midterms made me leave them out in the cold. I am as well off now in terms of marketing and biology knowledge as the day I began this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the central library last night. It was a peaceful and motivating experience. Add a coke and Macdonald's and that experience is upgraded to a whole new level. I must be turning nocturnal, or maybe because NUS means "No undergraduates sleep." The library reminded me of a marathon I ran in Dec 2006. The crowd forming an unseen force carrying me along. A momentum that created inertia. The sheer number of people studying at that late hour worked like caffeine. It wasn't till 4am in the morning that yawns started leaving my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me a rollicking on the phone, when he called me at midnight. I left the house at 10pm for school. Our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: In school.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What? Are you crazy? its midnight. Why do you have to go to all the way to school to study? You're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its better.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You're crazy.. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everythings fine, you can't really blame a person for wanting to study. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself in a wonderful streak of luck in recent weeks. May it never end. Just today, I won a BLACKBERRY 8320 phone. I've never won a lucky draw since I was primary 3. I still remembered the black box folder i won for participating in the zhi shi hua bao contest. It was a nationwide thing, so imagine my glee to see my name printed in the nice chinese paper booklet. I gave the phone to my dad, so I'm no better off now than before. Luck has a strange way of changing one's mood. A game of chance that requires no effort except for one's engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little out of control with my finances recently, my spending is spiralling upwards. I need to wake up a little earlier and avoid taking taxis so often. I need to eat a little less junk food and drink a lot less coffee. Substituting coffee with coke is not a very healthy solution either. I could do with much lesser clothes. Just the other day, I went to vivo to shop with Mat and Shen. I ended up splurging on a top and a pair of pants that was absolutely unneccesary. The shopping therapy was good though, but therapy's never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizad night to the movies was fun. I realised I haven't watched a movie at the cinema for ages. Stardust was exceptionally good. Cliche, but still definitely worth the four bucks on a friday evening. Robert de niro was his charismatic self as usual. Comedy at its best, it was also romantic and action packed all bundled into a very long movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of football in my life right now is making me turn yellow and sallow. How I've missed the sun. To make matters worst, its international week this weekend, and there's no Liverpool to support. I haven't had a decent game and exercise since 3 weeks ago. Its an awfully long time and the effects are becoming obvious. Like i said, exams are a bane to the human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a job as a financial director at BIZad FOC 2008. The post sounds big, but I'm a director of me myself alone. So I collect money, spend money, and tabulate the money, zero bureaucracy and of course I'm a trustworthy sod so everyone can have absolutely nothing to worry about. I look forward to the planning and conception of the camp, may it be better than 2007's. Exciting times ahead. Ok, I also got myself a job as structural head for rag. Definitely a rush of blood to the head, but still a project worth looking forward to. Success awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little tired of typing. The stamina to think is waning and i've probably exhausted all the ideas for this post already. I need to thank my mugging family, Shen, Mat and Jian Wei. Haha, you people are the best. The late nights one, Jia li and Klar. My Jc classmate jas and her friend melissa. and Nicholas for calling me for no reason, cutting my one hour nap by half. Haha thanks bud. My sister, for finishing her o levels and reminding me about that fact all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays i hope you come soon, I sure could use the time to catch up with old friends, and give my brain a breather, watch some tv and of course go on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to leave. Got to study again tmr... and may my good luck continue. I'll be back I promise. Bye blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-5155912850533014561?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5155912850533014561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=5155912850533014561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5155912850533014561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5155912850533014561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/mega-update.html' title='A mega Update'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7628622744899997135</id><published>2007-10-07T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:27:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i just had the time</title><content type='html'>Uni life is so crazy. lots of homework and everything thats going on. I haven't realised I haven't blogged for a month. Before i enrolled into university, I was really looking forward to joining all sorts of activities, studying, making lots of friends, studying, playing like there's no tomorrow, studying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the way i see it, I can't even find the time to study. Had my very first NUS exam yesterday. It was a killer. I think i can wave goodbye to any hopes of even passing it. Haha, at least i went to bed early before the paper. Glad i made that decision considering that further effort would have been futile anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people having birthdays, lots of presents, happy faces and a very empty wallet. Dreading the week ahead, uni sucks, i ought to kick myself in the face for hoping it to come sooner just a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;ok nap time. Tata. be back when I'm grouchy and in the mood for further complains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7628622744899997135?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7628622744899997135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7628622744899997135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7628622744899997135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7628622744899997135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-just-had-time.html' title='If i just had the time'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-4252570678866321251</id><published>2007-09-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:56.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food To eat Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RuKgUsoDYFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IaON1tJy7Mw/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107821204828545106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RuKgUsoDYFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IaON1tJy7Mw/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Top Left to Right: Blueberries, Carrots, Black Beans&lt;br /&gt;Centre : Walnuts, Eugene, Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Left to Right: Spinach, Oats, Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came across this on MSN. The 8 foods that one should eat everyday. My stomach has a feud with tomatoes they fight whenever they meet and I'm the casualty. However, if you eat tomatoes, congratulations you're healthier then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm bored and procrastinating over my tutorials. How better to spend my time then making my blog a healthier and more colourful environment for food lovers. Being surrounded with food has made me a happier person(quite literally). I look like a gourmet from a cook show don't I. Being a celebrity chef might not be such a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough rambling, I better get started with my mutually exclusive and collectively exhaustive tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to digest the 12 egg tarts I devoured today. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sexual enhancement(wink), Muscle growth, Heart healthy, Bone builder, Enhances eyesight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yogurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cancer fighter, Bone builder, Boosts immunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cancer fighter, Heart healthy, Boosts immunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cancer fighter, Boosts immunity, Enhances eyesight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blueberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brain stimulant, Cancer fighter, Heart healthy, Boosts immunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: medium; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muscle growth, Brain stimulant, Heart healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walnuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muscle growth, Brain stimulant, Cancer fighter, Heart healthy, Boosts immunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muscle growth, Brain stimulant, Heart healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-4252570678866321251?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4252570678866321251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=4252570678866321251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4252570678866321251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/4252570678866321251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-to-eat-everyday.html' title='Food To eat Everyday'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RuKgUsoDYFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IaON1tJy7Mw/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-5257279056734048371</id><published>2007-09-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTMMoDYDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8HHN-jZhSQ4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105977177799876658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTMMoDYDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8HHN-jZhSQ4/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me! Before everybodyelse steals my limelight away with their glamorous photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Biz's Dinner and dance at the Asian Civilisation Museum on the 3oth Aug. Friday. It was a grand affair considering the effort people put in to dressing up. The seniors came dressed in european renaissance age costumes. They got intriguing stares from passerbys who thought they were in the wrong museum. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball was small considering the attendence. Not really what I'd expect for the finals of Biz pageant. The Pageant was lively and entertaining though. Catwalks, an impromptu segment, Q &amp;amp; A. We had a great time although I felt a little cheated by the starting time. It said 630pm on the ticket but the event only started at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was sumptuous but could have been better. Your typical buffet food, they had excellent fish and tofu, and when I'm starving everything's in. Fruit punch and wine was availible too. We had a yum seng at the end of the event to mark the end of all the FOP projects for the 20th MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Special Event must have photos to complete them. So here they are. Really bogged up by school and the stresses. Though I'm stoning most of the time. ok, I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLcoDX_I/AAAAAAAAALs/ec01oddfIII/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105977164914974706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLcoDX_I/AAAAAAAAALs/ec01oddfIII/s400/collage.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/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLsoDYAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/T8Q6lPXnbX0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105977169209942018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLsoDYAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/T8Q6lPXnbX0/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLsoDYBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wZgLz_jer2c/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105977169209942034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTLsoDYBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wZgLz_jer2c/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTL8oDYCI/AAAAAAAAAME/Iltao11TzcA/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105977173504909346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTL8oDYCI/AAAAAAAAAME/Iltao11TzcA/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodbye guys. Hope you're all having a good time with your life. Till then Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The follies which a man regrets most, in his life, are those which he didn't commit when he had the opportunity. Did i miss mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-5257279056734048371?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5257279056734048371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=5257279056734048371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5257279056734048371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/5257279056734048371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dinner-and-dance.html' title='Dinner and Dance'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RtwTMMoDYDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8HHN-jZhSQ4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2849584126378714137</id><published>2007-08-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:32:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially in School</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the start of my third week in university. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the amount of studying I've yet to do. 5 Modules, 5 text books, 4 tutorials and a lot of reading and writing to do. My hand feels numb from the incessant scribbling I've forced myself into to finish my tutorials. I can feel the exfoliation of rust from my brain only to find an empty hollow inside. Can somebody please provide me with some kind of impetus and the know how to do my homework. Everything seems so open ended. Eugene is definitely lost in darkness struggling to find some stranglehold of knowledge to not sound so crappy and nonsensical in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent in bed. A little studying here and there. An awesome birthday party at Andrew's 21st. The food was the best I've had at any birthday party all of this year. There was Crayfish, Beef, Salmon and lots of chocolate delights! You would imagine it to be some posh restaurant with excellent service. Well, it was at Castle Green's function room, just a normal condominium in Yio Chu Kang with a little castle-like architectural designs to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the 2nd half of Liverpool's match against Sunderland! Football shall be my salvation again for the weekend. My only source of entertainment over the weekend always has a ball involved. Yeah and Liverpool won, great start to the season, Long may it continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is soccer day again. Haha, played soccer in the morning. Spent the rest of the afternoon snuggled in bed waiting for the Sun to set. 6 Hours on a marketing tutorial is complete bullshit. Yours truly has the honour of holding that record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Man United struggle to win Tottenham. Nani scored a peach of a goal. What the commentator said after he scored really tickled my funny bone.&lt;br /&gt;"That was definitely not a Bread and Butter Goal, It was covered with Jam." Oh well, pulling it out of context makes it look lame. Hilarious moment I had then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodbye. Got to get back to management science. Maybe it'll teach me how to manage my time better. Till next time(which could be quite a while). Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2849584126378714137?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2849584126378714137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2849584126378714137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2849584126378714137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2849584126378714137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/officially-in-school.html' title='Officially in School'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8222589779752512235</id><published>2007-08-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:59.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sincere apologies for the long hiatus. Its been a really busy fortnight with all the school activities coming in a mindless barrage that must drive any sane being perpetually nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, A lot has happened. Just gonna give a brief summary in words, Getting a little rusty with my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the attendance of the Freshmen Inauguration ceremony(FIC) at NUS, I am now officially a member of the NUS student body. Yay! haha. The professors at the ceremony looked really impressive and intelligent with their round brimmed hat and robes. Kinda felt like I was in a costume party. Took a lot of pictures with my regular cam-whoring classmates and made my og mates wait for half an hour. Jasmine Tye took a photo with Me! haha. Had a nice dinner at munchies monkeys with Xin ling, Mish and Reh. When I told them i was going on a diet, they were dumbfounded. Whats wrong? Can't a guy go on one. Getting visible fat everywhere already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBsoDXvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1RuEmnwcA6I/s1600-h/FIC+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084714597998322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBsoDXvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1RuEmnwcA6I/s400/FIC+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBsoDXwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ufpBP8s9Eg/s1600-h/FIC+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084714597998338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBsoDXwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3ufpBP8s9Eg/s400/FIC+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, Nussu Flag day. Pink was the theme and money was the dream. Business won Flag. With the most amount of money collected per capita. We were kinda flag crazy. Left school at 6am in the morning for AMK, had Gong lei, Ying Ying and Jia Li in my group. We started flagging at 7am after a breakfast of bak chor mee. Flagging from dawn till dusk. I managed to fill 2 tin cans with donations. Not a bad return. Considering I took lots of breaks in between. We had dinner at Ding Tai Feng. A fair reward for a hard days work. I finally tried Xiao Long Bao that day. No longer a mountain tortoise as Xin Ling likes to call me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean's Evening, more photos. It was held at the Civil Servant's club at Bukit Batok. Had a lot of fun there, even went up on stage for some limbo rock action. I always get saboed by Pao Pan. Rawr. We won the best og award or best house, I can't really remember which, only that I was once again sent to the stage to collect our og prize. DVD movies. Most of them were horror flicks. Yuck, I would never allow my brain to be polluted with such insomniac fear that takes my beauty sleep away. Had a nice supper with xin ling, mish, wan ling, hansel, vivien and her bro. Thanks to Vivien, I now know Bukit Gombak has such a nice prata store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckB8oDXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Uhzj34hiYxI/s1600-h/Dean"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084718892965650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckB8oDXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Uhzj34hiYxI/s400/Dean%27s+E+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckB8oDXyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NEv_-4amQn8/s1600-h/Dean"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084718892965666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckB8oDXyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NEv_-4amQn8/s400/Dean%27s+E+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RseQbcoDX-I/AAAAAAAAALk/nysILwM6ML0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100203904235429858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RseQbcoDX-I/AAAAAAAAALk/nysILwM6ML0/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag Day, The big moment for all the raggers who slogged their hearts out for this momentous event. Especially because we had a reputation to uphold and a Chancellor Shield to bring Home.&lt;br /&gt;The presenters - Me included. haha We were sent to bed at 9pm. I volunteered to ensure that everyone went to bed. But oh oh, I ended up talking to Xin ling, Alan and Xing Yan for the better of 2 hours. In the end we only had a really short nap of 15min. Next, all of us had to put on makeup. All includes guys. Foundation, concealer, eyeliner, eyeshadow, glitter. Hmm, the things girls do to make themselves pretty. Oh well, at least now i understand why they can take so long to prepare for a trip out of the house. We got to the padang at 5am. Spent most of the time sleeping there. In the horrible weather. Was sweating like a pig. Thankfully, my costume was of really thin fabric and I had tights. Haha. Ok, i think the photos below will do more justice to the whole event. Enjoy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnBcoDXzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kX30EcIiClk/s1600-h/Rag+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088008837914418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnBcoDXzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kX30EcIiClk/s400/Rag+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnBsoDX0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fD3x-wgvoWE/s1600-h/Rag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088013132881730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnBsoDX0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fD3x-wgvoWE/s400/Rag+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnB8oDX1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/As4Sv9N9lAY/s1600-h/Rag+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088017427849042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnB8oDX1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/As4Sv9N9lAY/s400/Rag+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnCcoDX2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3y4TdlhmIlM/s1600-h/Rag+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088026017783650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnCcoDX2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3y4TdlhmIlM/s400/Rag+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnCsoDX3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hDk3zmVFXbE/s1600-h/Rag+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088030312750962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscnCsoDX3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hDk3zmVFXbE/s400/Rag+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCMoDX4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1fAN2yAL538/s1600-h/Rag+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090220746071938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCMoDX4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1fAN2yAL538/s400/Rag+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCcoDX5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HVlUtN0zTsE/s1600-h/Rag+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090225041039250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCcoDX5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HVlUtN0zTsE/s400/Rag+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL started at midnight after the whole Rag day event. Liverpool was on at midnight. For the first time in four seasons. We managed to win our the first match on our calender for the season. Gerrard with the sweetest of a right foot made a goal out of nothing. An extraordinary freekick from an extraordinary captain. Once again, Liverpool's captain fantastic grabbed the game by the scruff of its neck and produced a victory from a drab draw. Aston Villa 1-2 Liverpool. Yippee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Playing my favourite sport just makes sunday a happy day. Footy all the way&lt;br /&gt;School officially started Monday. 13/08/2007 Guess what, First day of school and I'm late for my very first lesson. Well, we only had one lecture. So after that we were all off to vivo for an adventure. Lunch was at a Ko Lo Mee restaurant. We had a Photowhoring sessions with Trogun there too. Talk about poseurs. Met up with Xin ling, Mish, Reh and Wan Ling at Sushi Teh. Had a long long chat, before we decided to move our asses. Had dinner at Cedele bakery. Lots of delicious cakes and pies. Finally went home at 9pm. I love Mondays, especially when they're so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched secret on Wednesday with my classmates. It got kinda creepy in the middle and I tot it was going to be a horror movie. Thank goodness, it wasn't so. Turned out to be quite a romantic one in the end. Heard Jay Chou wrote the script. I'm amazed by the depth of it. Managed to catch the last bus home. Loving my bus concession pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCsoDX6I/AAAAAAAAALE/Agz9sMiL5gI/s1600-h/Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090229336006562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpCsoDX6I/AAAAAAAAALE/Agz9sMiL5gI/s400/Secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the end of my summary. Jam and Hop. This is just crazy. I wanted to write a summary, somehow, i ended up with a super long post again. I haven't even posted my pictures yet. Before jam and hop, I went for Brazilian Capoeira Appreciation class. Its ultra funky. I'm super crazy about it. Imagine learning all those gravity defying stunts, combining them with music, nimble footwork and some awesome kicks. Simply beautiful. Managed to cab down in time for the Voting at jam and hop. Had a short old chang kee dinner with jia li. Before we took the cab. At least the entry to zouk was only 15 bucks. So it wasn't that bad. Klar and Jian Wei got thru to the final round. Congratulations. We cam whored again at Zouk. Now thats something not a lot of pple have a chance to do. Alright alright. I'm done with all this typing. Drowning away in a sea of words already. I doubt anybody's reading all my nonsense and rambling anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpC8oDX7I/AAAAAAAAALM/Lox-hQVbrug/s1600-h/Jam+and+Hop+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090233630973874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpC8oDX7I/AAAAAAAAALM/Lox-hQVbrug/s400/Jam+and+Hop+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpC8oDX8I/AAAAAAAAALU/A3i5HJUqfF0/s1600-h/Jam+and+Hop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100090233630973890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscpC8oDX8I/AAAAAAAAALU/A3i5HJUqfF0/s400/Jam+and+Hop+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscqDMoDX9I/AAAAAAAAALc/twUUkw4nanw/s1600-h/Jam+and+Hop+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100091337437568978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RscqDMoDX9I/AAAAAAAAALc/twUUkw4nanw/s400/Jam+and+Hop+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da da da..... Now for the much anticipated photos. *drum roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBMoDXuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e5kY4YrD6z8/s1600-h/O+Week+At+sentosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100084706008063714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBMoDXuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e5kY4YrD6z8/s400/O+Week+At+sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O week - The day 16 guys from 16 different ogs had to cross dress at sentosa. I was saboed by my dearest og. Victimised and helpless. I managed to convince myself to be a sport for the better of an hour. haha. A saturday that I shall never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2232626937617252674-8222589779752512235?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8222589779752512235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8222589779752512235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8222589779752512235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8222589779752512235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RsckBsoDXvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1RuEmnwcA6I/s72-c/FIC+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2751892031217955861</id><published>2007-08-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:59.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management - TM1001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been an eventful week with so many activities going on. Rag, o week, bidding for modules, bazaar and most importantly, sulking at my horrendous 5 day time table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag's moving at a snail's pace. The distinct lack of manpower is of great frustration to everybody involved. Hopefully we can finish the whole float in time for its unveiling on 11 aug at the padang. Our float looks really outstanding and the details are superbly intricate. I'm very impressed by the architectural skills of the rag com. Just can't imagine having to destroy the whole thing after the event. Thats just totally heart-wrenching. The rag dance is finally fully chreographed. Just needs a little refining and cleaning up and we're good for the display. Kudos to Anh for her creativity for the middle segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting for our bazaar on weds. Discussed about certain pressing issues and the problems we faced. Marketing and finding sponsors for the event has been a big challenge that we hope we can overcome by next weekend. Haha, I have a professional post of operations manager. Now thats just super cool. Our bazaar's scheduled from 3 sep to 5 sep. So come down to Biz sch to support it yea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O week started with a bang. Well, I Banged my head against the damn chair in the audi when I woke up on thurs morning. haha, very funny. Moving on, We had academic talks all day, the monotony of the lectures felt like the lullabies sung to me when I was a baby. So it wasn't long before i succumbed to the z monster. Orientation is probably the only time people would be willing to sit in a group of strangers and start having random conversations and more awkward silences. Thankfully ice breaking games save the day, though honestly im getting a little sick of them. Well, at least now I know more new friends. More people to wave to in school. lol. Went for the pageant interview at 3pm in my berms, t shirt and slippers. Haha, most underdressed by a mile, well i didn't want to get in in the first place. So it was like everyone else was wearing jeans, pants and a button-down shirt while Mr Eugene Chong looked like he was dressed for the market. Glad for the interview though, since it gave me a valid reason to escape the lecture theatre. Anyway, I didn't get through. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know my vertical limits and recognise that I'm not really suited for this sort of thing. Oh and Mr ticky is the pang seh king. Haha you know what u did. When did Berms and slippers = Jeans and shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was o week mass games. Its good to sleep in school. I can wake up 10 mins before a school event and still get there on time. Well, we planned to meet at 9am, and the activities start at 10am. So i woke up at 950am. I'm a fervent believer of punctuality, oops. Had a very shocking revelation dawn on me when I met my og for Mass games in the LT. I was the only guy in the whole Og that day. Like -_- And they wanted to have painted nails for og identity. Oh well, the peer pressure was too much to bear. So i had to surrender. Misc did a rather excellent job of painting my fingers as well. lol. Ran around the whole school and had a blast of a time. We had a shopping trip to giant in the afternoon to buy food for our bbq. I think the only thing on the menu was chicken. With all that hotdogs, chicken wings and chicken fillets I swear I had an entire chicken inside me by the end of the bbq. Went around with Alan and Zhen jie during the bbq to "talk" to pple. It was a very interesting experience. Got to know some of my future classmates in the process. Our Og had a very long and deep conversation about life, death, marriage and relationships. Gained alot of insight and wisdom from listening to all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was sentosa! Basically the same usual beach games. The afternoon though was a totally different story. We had to cross-dress. Rawr. Had to wear like lotsa girly stuff, put on make up and strut around like some bimbo. Ooh, had to run around the beach with a poster "whistle if u think im hot!" Haha had a really wild time. I'll post the pictures when i get them. I promise ur gonna laugh at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RrYA--IZkTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wOvvmD7DDGE/s1600-h/DSC08766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095261110246412594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RrYA--IZkTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wOvvmD7DDGE/s200/DSC08766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sentosa, met up with my regular rag khakis and classmates for dinner at marche. Had a crepe with ice cream. Woo hoo. Speaking of which I've been bingeing all week. Since last weekend. From Ben and Jerry's to bread, basically anything thats edible and within sight has ended in my tummy. I'm going on a diet this week. Haha, growing a belly alr. We got a little high later that night and simply started sitting down everywhere we went in vivo. Alan and Klar started it first to protest our lack of movement. After walking about ten steps we would all pause to chat about random stuff. Klar did some amazingly funny stuff. Haha, tsk tsk totally unglam. She can be a paparazzi reporter alr. lol. Anyway, we managed to catch the last train home. So my wallet's very grateful. Finally stepped into my home for the 2nd time this week.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is soccer day. Some much needed exercise. Think i lost my shooting left foot today. Kept having a tendency to use my right even when the angle was impossible. Still kinda pissed that I have exams on the 4th of dec. I wanna run the standard chartered marathon but its on the 2nd of dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gonna be gone for another week. Busy busy, maybe i need time management lessons. Once school starts this blog is probably gonna gather dust. Ok, till i get my pictures. I'm gonna enjoy my last busy week before the school term starts. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I realise i have a tendency to type really long posts. I enjoy doing it though. So don't kill me if i drown u in a sea of words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2751892031217955861?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2751892031217955861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2751892031217955861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2751892031217955861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2751892031217955861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-management-tm1001.html' title='Time Management - TM1001'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RrYA--IZkTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wOvvmD7DDGE/s72-c/DSC08766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7274562352054542132</id><published>2007-07-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:59.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqoQVeIZkSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HGrtYy_35wM/s1600-h/Pimple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091900289747357986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqoQVeIZkSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HGrtYy_35wM/s200/Pimple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darn it i got a pimple on my cheek. I have theorized that its my body's response to the cumulative effect of being awake for too many hours. Its been a busy week, monday I crapped on MSN till the wee hours of the morning 4am. Tuesday i marvelled at the intricacies of the merlion till 7am with my sports camp og. The merlion's having a shower(going through a white wash to remove the stains) at the moment. Wednesday, was Business welfare night. The buffet was a sumptuous spread and a grand affair for my stomach that went a day without food. So once again, we stayed over and slept only at 630am in the morning. Im turning nocturnal and wasting daylight away cuddled in bed isn't a very healthy habit. anyway... Here's a picture of the little red bump of a culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trogun has been unofficially formed. A verbal agreement has been struck out between the fellow raggers at rag site. Trojan and Shogun have quite a bit of camaraderie and common points of agreement regarding a certain staple food. *COT* LOL. Basically, just trying to make the place a little livelier and merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell into a hibernation style slumber during rag dance practice yesterday. I shall stop talking about sleep, else the reader gets a little too obsessed with it too. Yawning is contagious, so reading about sleep probably is as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally learnt all 3 parts of the dance for the rag presentation. I am so relieved. Thankfully, i can do cartwheels. So Yvonne and I can skip some very complicated lifts. Yvonne's my dance partner btw and she's really light. A lady's weight is a secret so I shall leave it as one. Imagine my surprise when i learnt some people can't do cartwheels. I have always had the impression that cartwheels are something that one can do from young. Did my first ever when i was 6 yrs old. Haha, such fun cartwheeling and spinning myself around the house when i was a kid. Always ended up dizzy, saw stars and landed on my bum. I once destroyed my bed doing somersaults on it. The wooden stands the bed was on gave way to a loud crash, very shocked parents, and a very red butt(mine)... duh. After that harrowing experience, I stopped jumping on beds for quite a while. A week to be exact. The caning made me a wiser boy and i decided my parents bed was a better choice, King Koils are built for a reason. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with some people recently about how fortunate I was that I don't have wisdom tooths. Maybe its bad karma or too much calcium, I felt an ache about 3 days ago at the top end of my jaw right at the molars. Rawr, I hope, my jaws are large enough to accomodate them, they come at totally the wrong time. They should have grown when i was still under the service of the SAF. Free removal! Hopefully, I'll grow wiser with them, otherwise I'll have to pay to get them extracted. Parting with both tooth and money is really a heartbreaking affair plus there's no such thing as a tooth fairy to compensate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent snuggled in bed procrastinating about calling companies for the bazaar. Had a subway sandwich for lunch. I took a bus ride to jurong point to satisfy my cravings for it. I'm pretty amazed by the efforts I put in to satisfy my ever hungry stomach. Got myself too full after the meal, so i rushed home and settled myself in bed promising to wake at 3pm to do the calling. Well, the alarm rang, I extended my sleep to 330pm, it rang again, I extended it to 4pm. Finally, I knew I had to do some work. Did call 2 companies in the end. Hopefully, they'll give a positive response next week when i ring them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Liverpool in a friendly against Portsmouth. They still look the same to me, all the good stuff but still no end product. They lost the Barclays Asia trophy to penaltys. Hopefully they'll improve when the season starts. Caught a brief glimpse of Felicia Chin during the halftime break on the 9pm chinese show on tv. O M G, She is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, thats all for tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for our Premier League drought to end. Liverpool forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7274562352054542132?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7274562352054542132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7274562352054542132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7274562352054542132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7274562352054542132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-update.html' title='A random Update'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqoQVeIZkSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HGrtYy_35wM/s72-c/Pimple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-6510133510247024602</id><published>2007-07-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:03.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trojan Trip down Boat Quay - 19/7</title><content type='html'>We had a trojan outing on thurs, 19 July 07. Went for a haircut with Shen in the afternoon. There goes my retro look, I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable with my new modern and funky hairdo. It requires maintenance and me the ever apathetic lazy bum can never find the energy to go style my hair everyday. I belong to the camp where the hair should be ready to meet the world once it leave my pillow. So uh, somebody buy me a cap. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHZeIZj9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Cf7-x_ZcYII/s1600-h/P1050350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090060875513565138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHZeIZj9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Cf7-x_ZcYII/s200/P1050350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye Retro Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHauIZj-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dNmtBJYlCtY/s1600-h/P1050351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090060896988401634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHauIZj-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/dNmtBJYlCtY/s200/P1050351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms Ng at the hairdresser's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trojan was re-aquianted at 630pm, well some were late due to work commitments or sleeping ones. Our dear klar well she had a sleeping one. So she missed out on the Haldhi Indian Experience. Now, I'm gonna complain, The Haldhi Indian restaurant voucher is so misleading. It doesn't state that it can only be used alone. We were all under the impression that it was a cash voucher and a free meal was awaiting us. So the mood was markedly subdued when the waiter led us to our tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHb-IZj_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2VdQ8nGyEpU/s1600-h/P1050364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090060918463238130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHb-IZj_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2VdQ8nGyEpU/s200/P1050364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHcuIZkAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LKux-r9YAU0/s1600-h/P1050368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090060931348140034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHcuIZkAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LKux-r9YAU0/s200/P1050368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHd-IZkBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H02PBj7o8Ow/s1600-h/P1050370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090060952822976530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHd-IZkBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H02PBj7o8Ow/s200/P1050370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH7uIZkCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N9DfJ0i2G3Q/s1600-h/P1050372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090061463924084770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH7uIZkCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N9DfJ0i2G3Q/s200/P1050372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trojan Boys and Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner comprised of a platter of mixed meats, naan and super expensive curry. A bowl of mutton curry cost 16 bucks. Its just a little thicker than your standard roti prata curry. Rawr, roti prata curry is free. Well, the whole package of riverside dining, the ambience and the chance to soak up the Indian culture probably made the price a little steep. It was quite hilarious that we had candles on the table but they were permanently un-lit as the fan was blowing right on it everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was savoured and the food was quite splendid. First time I've ever had a meal at an Indian restaurant, Indian cuisines taste great especially with the spices they used to jazz up their food. I tried to drink as much of the free icewater as I could to make my moneys worth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was my maiden journey to Minds Cafe. I was wondering about the hype a boardgames cafe could generate. I wasn't disappointed. We played Jenga, got my ears totally destroyed by screaming girls. Klar finally came to join us around 9pm. Yay! Had more fun with Ugly Ugly Ugly and the dinosaur bone game. Woo hoo. Took lots of photos for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH-OIZkDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_HNgg1DRctE/s1600-h/P1050374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090061506873757746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH-OIZkDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_HNgg1DRctE/s200/P1050374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trojan At Minds Cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJDeIZkII/AAAAAAAAAIE/01aVl0vpGaw/s1600-h/P1050381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062696579698818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJDeIZkII/AAAAAAAAAIE/01aVl0vpGaw/s200/P1050381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trojan Freshies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOICeIZkGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u_Pxz8nOIdo/s1600-h/P1050378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090061579888201826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOICeIZkGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/u_Pxz8nOIdo/s200/P1050378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Klar, Shen, Ming Hui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH_uIZkEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UUKxv2mth2w/s1600-h/P1050375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090061532643561538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOH_uIZkEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UUKxv2mth2w/s200/P1050375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheer Buddy Ics! WJ n Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOIAuIZkFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N64_ORmOLc8/s1600-h/P1050377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090061549823430738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOIAuIZkFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N64_ORmOLc8/s200/P1050377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want that bone! Im retarded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJI-IZkLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gurA-4oOfnc/s1600-h/P1050385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062791068979378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJI-IZkLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gurA-4oOfnc/s200/P1050385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Klar n Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJBeIZkHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/I7Az5qM-ej4/s1600-h/P1050379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062662219960434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJBeIZkHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/I7Az5qM-ej4/s200/P1050379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gays -Me n Tom(note: this is just a pose not real) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJFeIZkJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_o_nQadiUw/s1600-h/P1050382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062730939437202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJFeIZkJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S_o_nQadiUw/s200/P1050382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shook hands with Jon and look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; who's behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJHeIZkKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3vxt7Fap-To/s1600-h/P1050384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090062765299175586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJHeIZkKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3vxt7Fap-To/s200/P1050384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some girl was doing a forfeit and she had to take a photo with me haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us parted ways after the events at boat quay. The rest of us went to the rag site for a night of no sleep, lame games, 24 and truth and truth. Had some phototaking sessions. What's a night out without Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJeuIZkMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xtwn2qoHTB8/s1600-h/P1050386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063164731134146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJeuIZkMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xtwn2qoHTB8/s200/P1050386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside Nus Biz Toilet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJg-IZkOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PT0cs7fqqD0/s1600-h/P1050392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063203385839842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJg-IZkOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PT0cs7fqqD0/s200/P1050392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trojans on a staircase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJgOIZkNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/exomv5cMg_4/s1600-h/P1050387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063190500937938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJgOIZkNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/exomv5cMg_4/s200/P1050387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went for supper on a lorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJiOIZkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6NA0dH0oHZE/s1600-h/P1050407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063224860676354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJiOIZkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6NA0dH0oHZE/s200/P1050407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJtOIZkRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Aa4_KnQG9gQ/s1600-h/P1050414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063413839237394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJtOIZkRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Aa4_KnQG9gQ/s200/P1050414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wq and Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJh-IZkPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eunC_hTsOqs/s1600-h/P1050400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090063220565709042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOJh-IZkPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eunC_hTsOqs/s200/P1050400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rag Site at 6am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done here. Till next time, Cheerios. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-6510133510247024602?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6510133510247024602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=6510133510247024602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6510133510247024602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6510133510247024602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/trojan-trip-down-boat-quay-197.html' title='Trojan Trip down Boat Quay - 19/7'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqOHZeIZj9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Cf7-x_ZcYII/s72-c/P1050350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7931838605373536034</id><published>2007-07-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqJL2eIZj8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qBPrXwVmzyI/s1600-h/21072007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089713928055394242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqJL2eIZj8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qBPrXwVmzyI/s200/21072007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super pissed! Now I understand the plight of most adult Singaporeans who drive and worry about that parking attendant. I earned my very first parking ticket today. Its exactly 1 year 1 month and 1 week after i got my driving license. Usually Im not one for superstitions, but it bothers me that the date and timing of it is so coincidental and intriguing. Maybe its a sign I should buy 4D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, good luck to myself. Hopefully the Singapore govt can help me absorb the fine. I'm off to cool my steaming head and reflect on the efficiency of Singapore's parking regulatory system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7931838605373536034?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7931838605373536034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7931838605373536034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7931838605373536034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7931838605373536034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/darn-it.html' title='Darn It'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RqJL2eIZj8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qBPrXwVmzyI/s72-c/21072007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3923026749640921483</id><published>2007-07-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:05.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 hours</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10am on the 16/7 and went for rag. Its the usual 4 again until candice made her grand arrival at 430pm. We all had our own schedules and itineries to follow so it was a short rag adventure that lasted till 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Ga1ooIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kLohE_16-w4/s1600-h/P1050290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088511687119086386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Ga1ooIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kLohE_16-w4/s200/P1050290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rag's boring thats why they need clowns like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Gb1ooI2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1CfH1eG93so/s1600-h/P1050312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088511704298955618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Gb1ooI2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1CfH1eG93so/s200/P1050312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the arrival of our dear candice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4GbVooI0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/29jNuY0nJLQ/s1600-h/P1050313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088511695709020994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4GbVooI0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/29jNuY0nJLQ/s200/P1050313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a lucky guy =) oh, we have a new trojan member Pei Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4GblooI1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ImadptMyzV4/s1600-h/P1050316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088511700003988306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4GblooI1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ImadptMyzV4/s200/P1050316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Clarence, Shen, Wan Qing, Candice, Pei Yi and Ming Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4IclooI3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywFmhQox1wg/s1600-h/P1050318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088513916207113074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4IclooI3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ywFmhQox1wg/s200/P1050318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6pm --&gt; bye rag site(looks like hail the rag site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was bella's birthday surprise. 18/07/2007 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YJ1ooI5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ez00UIsJLw0/s1600-h/P1050320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531186270610322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YJ1ooI5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ez00UIsJLw0/s200/P1050320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bella with Her Birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Bella! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was supposed to be a wonderful and pleasant surprise for our birthday girl. But we ended up becoming the surprised personnels instead. The plan was for her to meet a few of us for dinner while the everyoneelse waited at the restaurant. However, when we were all at orchard awaiting her grand arrival but she called us at the last min to say she was very tired and was going home. Eh oops. A birthday surprise without the presence of the birthday girl. Stunned and Shocked! We went bollocks. Well, we threw the plan out of the window and demanded she made her way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daniel did the demanding. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YJlooI4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/PJnpoWMDrto/s1600-h/P1050325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531181975643010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YJlooI4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/PJnpoWMDrto/s200/P1050325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So in the mean time, we had dinner at taka's food court. Randomly, I actually realised that there's a lot of japanese food stalls at the food court of taka. Consuming japanese noodles with egg and some sauce was insufficient so I had to buy the rice with some meat on sticks thing. Felt like a stuffed pig after that much food. But food's a neccessity, so I never say never to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought pomegranate tea. Its a new juice tea from Pokka. It has a nice fragrance, taste like pomegranate(not really a fruit gourmet so i don't really know how to describe it). Well, anyway Life did a short introduction to pomegranate recently, and studies suggest it may contain up to 3 times the antioxidant ability compared to green tea or red wine. They also almost match banana's in terms of potassium value. Grandma used to have a pomegranate plant. That was when I was in primary school. Used to eat one every few weeks, when the plant bore fruit. It was a delightful and savoury experience. If you have never had a chance to eat pomegranate before, pomegranate is a very unique fruit. It has lots of seeds in each fruit. Each seed is covered by a juicy pip that slightly hard and munchy. Thats the part which is eaten. Sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Yi1ooI9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DBiGn_U8Tpo/s1600-h/250px-Pomegranate03_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531615767339986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Yi1ooI9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DBiGn_U8Tpo/s200/250px-Pomegranate03_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pomegranate Fruit =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on, our dear Bella finally came. haha, We went Starbucks cafe to chill out and chat. Then it was good byes everyone. Except for Cong, Dan and me. Haha we had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YK1ooI8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/fqpK2FbL6Bg/s1600-h/P1050331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531203450479554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YK1ooI8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/fqpK2FbL6Bg/s200/P1050331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YKlooI7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rNi8GT4nItM/s1600-h/P1050328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531199155512242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YKlooI7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/rNi8GT4nItM/s200/P1050328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobby United reunited 03S72 minus the 2 guys who refused to be in the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aK1ooI_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lZEcGLikL-w/s1600-h/P1050339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533402473735154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aK1ooI_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lZEcGLikL-w/s200/P1050339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aKlooI-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rkm-E21Fyck/s1600-h/P1050334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533398178767842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aKlooI-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rkm-E21Fyck/s200/P1050334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aLFooJAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GnRGfflb5VQ/s1600-h/P1050342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088533406768702466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4aLFooJAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GnRGfflb5VQ/s200/P1050342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Birthday Girl and me Xj and Me Me and Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YKVooI6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/--x3X2e4q9w/s1600-h/P1050323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088531194860544930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4YKVooI6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/--x3X2e4q9w/s200/P1050323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travins Likes me too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/07 - Mahjong time. Darn, Its becoming a major hobby. It exercises the brain though so I have blood oxidising it at a faster rate. Hopefully, I get smarter with all the brain exercise. It was a super long session. Argh, lasted till 6am in the morning. At least we didn't have to pay the midnight surcharge when we took a cab home. Arrived home at 645am. I greeted my parents and sister good morning at the door. Oops =X That was quite an interesting scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short 1 hour nap till 9am. Surprisingly, Mr Travins Cheung called and woke me up. Normally I'm his alarm clock and I was supposed to be the one calling him in the morning. Dragged my sleepy ass to soccer. Yes, I'm totally retarded forsaking sleep for soccer. Well, football's one of the love of my life. Had a good runout/workout till 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Rag dance practice was next. My very first rag dance practice. I'm totally zonked out already. O M G the dance moves drove me nuts. I took quite a long time to get my hands and legs to move in the right way. The dance looks quite fascinating, and the tempo of the dance makes it really exciting, but I'm still figuring how to make my old bones move that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm - took bus 30 home. Fell asleep from the start of the bus journey. Thank you SBS for the direct bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm. Landed myself in bed. Bed sweet bed. Its the 18/07. Amazingly i woke up at 1230pm. Had lunch which was a wholesome spread of tuna, lettuce, cheese and egg. Washed it down with soya milk. Then it was bed sweet bed again. I think i'm becoming a pig. Woke up and its dinner time. And here I am typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a pigging good time right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3923026749640921483?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3923026749640921483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3923026749640921483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3923026749640921483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3923026749640921483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/60-hours.html' title='60 hours'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rp4Ga1ooIzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kLohE_16-w4/s72-c/P1050290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-6420570912265575417</id><published>2007-07-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:05.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Eunice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpZWy1ooIqI/AAAAAAAAADs/P7Ncz9vMaLs/s1600-h/2july+007-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086348260552483490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpZWy1ooIqI/AAAAAAAAADs/P7Ncz9vMaLs/s200/2july%2B007-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; 17th &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Beloved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sister!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kuai Gao Zhang Da =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2232626937617252674-6420570912265575417?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6420570912265575417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=6420570912265575417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6420570912265575417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/6420570912265575417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-eunice.html' title='Happy Birthday Eunice!'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpZWy1ooIqI/AAAAAAAAADs/P7Ncz9vMaLs/s72-c/2july%2B007-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2663659380426274530</id><published>2007-07-12T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpbiW1ooIsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IO2pA8-GvBE/s1600-h/Trojans+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086501711144035010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpbiW1ooIsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IO2pA8-GvBE/s200/Trojans+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Fantastic 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag was a relatively lonely affair today. 6 Freshies came down for it. Thankfully, 4 were from trojan(Shen, Wan Qing, Ming Hui and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photowhoring was the main attraction of the day again. Considering that there weren't any other engaging activities we could participate in, we became quite engrossed and compelled to take photos of ourselves. Memories can be such fickle buddies. They often leave you stranded, when you seek them. Photos can provide the window for us to reach back to them since they capture significant moments in time and create a permanent imprint of that instant. Seriously, photowhoring is a very healthy activity that people should all partake in. alright alright, i'm just trying to justify myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Qing wanted to see her King Edward Hall. So I led them up a shuttle bus which I thought would lead us to it. Took them all for an orientation around the whole campus. Aren't you all grateful? I'm sure you all(wq, shen, mh) loved the roundabout trip right. =P oops, i'm just trying to justify my mistake. haha. Honestly, I had no idea we took the bus on the wrong side. But hey, at least the mistake was made now instead of during the school term when you could be late for lessons. As the saying goes, we can always look at a glass as half full or half empty, its how you view the positives. That matters most. Well, after some 25mins, we successfully navigated our way to the hall. Looks quite ulu and a little old. Oh, wq I think I heard rumours of peeping toms there? lol. So remember to lock your doors ya, security security. Well, hope you find your ideal guy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_VooIvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1962d9Ijy2E/s1600-h/S5007176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086503506440364786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_VooIvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1962d9Ijy2E/s200/S5007176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PGPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next we took a stroll to Prince George's Park residence. Nus's very own condominium style residence. The architectural design of the residence looks really solid and modern. There's also quite an excellent view of the port if you live at a high level. Unfortunately, the interior designing leaves much to be desired from the opinions of the seniors. Back to our adventure,We wanted to take the lift up to the highest floor but needed a key card or something. We entered the lift and went to the 1st floor and Basement like 4 times. Finally, when we were quite dejected at our failure to make the lift go up, some saint on the 7th floor took pity on us and press the lift. Thank you very much. LOL. We took in the fresh air when we got to that level. Hey its the highest I've ever went to in the NUS campus, and I thought the air was distinctly sweeter? I live on the 18th floor of a HDB apartment. So I'm not being a nub head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpbjRlooIuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-2A6FKtpRw4/s1600-h/S5007163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086502720461349602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpbjRlooIuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-2A6FKtpRw4/s200/S5007163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cool, mature idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be ragging, but our adventure took up around an hour and a half. All of us have a procrastinating lazy bone built inside our human genome. After loads of photos(eg. some scandalous ones of some people) We grudgingly dragged ourselves back to the ragsite to provide our significant contribution to the rag cause. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbim1ooItI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EZD1B6YJcR0/s1600-h/Trojans+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086501986021941970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbim1ooItI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EZD1B6YJcR0/s200/Trojans+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advertising coke in the unemployment box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasted an entire side of the house float with white paper. We also cut lots of mini cardboards for pasting on bottlecaps. Had to use contact glue for that. urgh... Glue sniffing, think my IQ just went down by a few points.&lt;br /&gt;The entire day was peppered with some very enlightening conversations. I think my reputation just went from zero to negative? Wq says I look like an Ah gong in my new specs. Mature and serious should be more like it right? Please say you agree. Somehow, i generated a lot of comments which I presume don't really portray me in a very positive light. LOL. They were hilarious though. I shall keep them within the circle. If you're really curious, ok they just said I'm an innocent young man who can stand on his own two feet and drink lots of coke(that was totally random).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so many cakes. First up was a piece of carrot cake and chocolate cake. That was during lunch. Considering that it was $2.50 per piece, I thought it was bad. The cake was dry, crumbly and almost everything a cake isn't supposed to be. It still tasted sweet though. Ok, the cupcakes I made before were worsed as they turned out like cookies. Haha, thats for another time though. Then we had Black Forest Cake from ShanGri-la hotel. Thanks Pauline(boss), she just came back from Hong Kong and won the tennis tournament there. Woah, zhai! Sinful sinful. Dinner was LJS. Fried Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched videos of the senior project for one of the modules. They tickled my funny bone. Then there was the Indian Spoof of Michael Jackson's MTV. "girly man" ROFL. Played bridge and took photos with Kai Shi. Haha, she keeps nagging at me that I couldn't recognise her the other time. My reputation just keeps going down. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_1ooIxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JTP9un2i0eA/s1600-h/S5007181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086503515030299410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_1ooIxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JTP9un2i0eA/s200/S5007181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming Hui, Kai Shi, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_looIwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DJ1m-lVIbTE/s1600-h/S5007179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086503510735332098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbj_looIwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DJ1m-lVIbTE/s200/S5007179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Top: Me, Shen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bottom: Mh, Wq, KS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbk61ooIyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e9g-rq0fiFg/s1600-h/S5007185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504528642581282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rpbk61ooIyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e9g-rq0fiFg/s200/S5007185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 retards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 830pm. Time to go home. Mr Kevin Wong, led us up the wrong bus 188. Haha, took us to Imm instead. At least I led people up the wrong internal shuttle bus not the public one. The trip was comical, so it wasn't that bad. As long as the company's right, all trips are definitely enjoyable. Took a long stroll back to Jurong east mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally arrived home at 930pm. Felt the guilt of the cakes and the food i ate, so I went for a night run. The cool night breeze really refreshes the body. Went for a 5km run. Felt really happy after that. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, I felt very upset when I heard about the lady who passed away giving birth to twins. A joyful event was marred by such misfortune. The children will never have the opportunity to feel the warmth and love of thier mother's embrace. The father must be totally broken. Hopefully, the human spirit of determination and courage will triumph in this time of adversity for this family. Life comes and goes, we should all accept that. The timing of it however can totally disrupt its natural progress. Hurtling the affected parties into a whirlwind of change that often creates a blackhole that they struggle to fill. I shall offer a minute of silence to reflect on this. I hope you would take a minute out of your busy schedule and do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cheerios. May we all live an enriching and fulfilling life. Say no to drugs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2663659380426274530?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2663659380426274530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2663659380426274530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2663659380426274530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2663659380426274530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/12-july-07.html' title='12 July 07'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpbiW1ooIsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IO2pA8-GvBE/s72-c/Trojans+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3940903924284915519</id><published>2007-07-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:07.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Karaoke and Rag</title><content type='html'>Had a Trojan OG outing on Monday. The third time I've ever step into a karaoke room. It was a fascinating experience. Especially with people dumping the mic at me for songs that I've never heard of. The only chinese songs that i know How to sing are by Jay Chou. We sang the hokkien song "if I had a hundred million"(hokkien to english translation) , that was hilarious and i enjoyed it tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Shen did a wonderfully superb job typing out the whole event including rag. So I'm just gonna be a lazy pig, save my brain cells and link her post here. Wahaha. Anyway, the post is only 95% factually correct. Please censor it accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, *** ---&gt; Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpT-3Z2eLKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pjk5ar11DJ4/s1600-h/S5007119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085970106993749154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpT-3Z2eLKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pjk5ar11DJ4/s200/S5007119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Ge Wang Zi--- &gt; Bleahxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link below and read the post dated Tuesday, July 10 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saccharinesecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, thanks Shen! =P Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I'm still pondering how i got convinced to become a performer for rag, that i have psycho motor problems is beyong dispute. I think i'm in deep trouble. oops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, thats it for today, Nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3940903924284915519?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3940903924284915519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3940903924284915519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3940903924284915519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/3940903924284915519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-karaoke-and-rag.html' title='Of Karaoke and Rag'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpT-3Z2eLKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pjk5ar11DJ4/s72-c/S5007119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-567575158373844109</id><published>2007-07-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Camp Ah Lian</title><content type='html'>I've been tortured by the sleep monster since the start of july. Sleep has been a privilege and well I chose to forgo sleep for the sake of fun and friendship. I went to NUS sports camp from 2/7 to 7/7. Had a blast of a time, thanks to all the guys(Elijah, Nicholas, Yong Shen, Siang Yuan, Shi Qian,Calvin) in my og who are tau pok/strip crazy and the girls(Jocelyn, Cindi, Jill, Vanessa, Anabelle, Chun Li, Yue Yun) who were all such good sports. Not forgetting to mention the OGL and counsellors(Hui Xiang, Wei De, Bao Ting, Qing Yun) who were also really happening and made the Og super lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bringing together of an OG, a group of strangers(ok I knew Siang Yuan) congregated by sports camp to form up friendships that I hope can last for a long time. We met up at Changing Appetites for Dinner. Many were late, I was as well LoL. We had a chat and I was quite surprised at the number of people going to Biz. Including me that makes 4. Haha, uber cool. Following dinner was a briefing near the esplanade. We played some ice breaking games, like goggles and eee hah. It wasn't that exciting, and one would never predict how crazy we would go over those games in camp. I'll save the description for later. We learnt some cheers. My house is like so Cheena and chinese gang style. Called Bai Lian Jiao. "Xiao Bai, Ah Lian, Lao Jiao", my og was the middle one. Unbelievable would be how i would describe the atmosphere, we were shouting cheers as though camp had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of Sports camp. Woo hoo, I lugged my heavy luggage as though I was going on a 2 week vacation. I didn't really pack my bags properly as I didn't have the time. Exhaustion and frustration plagued me the previous night after trying to drive home from orchard. I took the wrong turn and ended up at novena instead of CTE. Argh, should have worn my specs. Couldn't see the road signs. Arriving home at 11pm, , I packed my bags with alacrity, completing the task in 10 mins. Dumped all the clothes and stuff for camp I thought was necessary and then plonked myself in bed. We had pool games. That was pretty wet. Next up was martial arts display after dinner. haha, had to act as the pervert and let girls throw me around, break my arms and hands. Not exactly a very nice experience. Moral of the story: never be a pervert(especially when the girl knows martial arts, or can kick as high as Anabelle.) Played telegames after the display. Had to travel around campus. The activities were really happening fast and furious. We played games, with water bombs, paint brushes, candles. Played tissue volleyball as well, and they all call me the "sucker!" LOL. SP came next. Sports camp is sponsored by SDU and it seems no camp can go on without an SP session. Speed and blind dating at the same time, how kinky can it get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! ECP. Tried rollerblading for the first time in my life. Exasperation and exhilaration, the fear and the thrill. A great sport, at least now I can move on wheels without falling. It was a short half an hour session. Frisbee came up next, great cardio workout playing ultimate. Had a go at windsurfing and I concluded my sense of balance equals 0/10. Couldn't even manage to get myself to stand on the windsurf board without falling. Fell like 10 times. I'm quite glad with the intervals as well. Got the opportunity to learn several lame stupid games I would never have known the answer to like MRT, Fuzzy wazzy etc. Tried dragon boat, canoeing and we even had about half an hour in the cage for soccer. I was really impressed by Dragon boat and got really tempted to join, the adrenaline of racing really makes me high. However I reckon my schedule doesn't permit, not gonna give up my weekend soccer for dragon boat. Had mass dance at night. I totally sucked. Couldn't remember the steps, had psycho-motor problems - it was just totally hilarious. Our Og's representative "Anabelle and Yong Shen" were superb, they got a perfect 10 from all the judges for the dance performance segment. So proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa. Yea! you know the beach games, the beach babes, the sun the sand and the sea. We had sock pulling, dodge ball, kiss kiss( like hei bai pei), relays and the sponge squeezing game. Had to place a sponge in between a guy and girl and bring it up to shore and squeeze the water. Had some very interesting poses for that to earn bonus points. Haha. SP Night came up next, learnt who my SP was(Eileen). Then came Mystery night, just another name for fright night. They rented this dilapidated house in Sentosa for it. Overall I'm quite impressed by the effort they put in. Had a few heart in my mouth moments. Eileen was quite brave. Haha though she screamed a few times. lol. Thankfully, I was the forth pair to go for the trip through the "haunted house". There were like 50 pairs and the rest were stuck in a room watching movies like "epic movie and 40 yr old virgin". So boring.... Finally went back to camp at 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land games in the morning. The rain sorta brought a halt to outdoor activites. But thankfully, I had a try at Archery an exotic sport I was often intrigued with. Definitely not an easy sport to take up, takes a lot of skill and practice. Talent probably also counts. Well, I have none of the 3 so I didn't hit any bulls eye. Glad that I even managed to get the arrows on the board. The Amazing race was in my opinion the highlight of the camp. We got really high on our travels. Played eee har, R O C K Rock on trains and buses and got a lot of stares and giggles. Went around singapore for amazing race, Bottlenecks spoilt the fun a little thou. We went to clementi for rock climbing. Snowcity was madness. The guys did a cheer half naked inside the snow city chamber. It was like -6degrees celsius. Brrrr... Freezing high! haha Had duck rice for dinner at jurong east. Nostalgic memories, once upon a time, some 4 years ago, I had duck rice there. River Valley High was near Jurong east back then so It was a regular hangout. Duck rice was one of the better dishes around. Shooting the air rifle was something new though not as intimidating as the first time I had my hands on an M16. Had to make our way down to ECP for the urban challenge(Night Cycling). It was a long ride on the train. Played games and just went crazy. Nicholas pasted his face against the train door at city hall and got a few laughs and stares. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpOcYp2eLJI/AAAAAAAAADU/tc3xauAy4ec/s1600-h/05072007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085580351596539026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpOcYp2eLJI/AAAAAAAAADU/tc3xauAy4ec/s200/05072007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban challenge! We went to 5 places. Cycled to suntec for K box. Kbox sponsored Sports camp so we went in to sing 2 songs. Then we went to the esplanade, the supreme court, ROM, and then geylang for some you tiao and dou hua. Slept in a ballroom. The whole place sorta stunk cos many didn't bath. yours truly included. Morning came, Cable sking time. That was fantabulous. Tried the kneeboard. Skimming on water at high speed is excellent. Definitely gonna try it again soon. Next up, we went cineleisure for some motorcross action. Had the best lunch for the whole week at The Steakhouse. I must compliment the food at sports camp, its actually quite good. Plus Hula sponsored mulberry bottled drinks. Tastes like ribena. I downed bottles of them every meal and every break that explains the sugar rush. Went back to sembawang(my home for a bout 2 years of my life- that was some hell), SAF yatch club for some banana boat action. Didn't get to ride though due to time constraints. Took a cab down at 6pm to queenstown swimming complex to jump the 5m platform.. Wheeeeee. Haha. Fun. Had the Pyjamas party at night. That was something really new. the place was a little overcrowded and warm. The pageant was a little boring as well. Anw, Elijah from my og won Mr Sports Camp. No surprise there. We danced a bit on stage and had fun playing some dancing game that took up about an hour plus. Went Fong Seng for supper in our PJs, a lot of the public were like looking at us with entralled skeptical glances. Played truth or truth till 6am in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpOcI52eLII/AAAAAAAAADM/q9ed34M71S4/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085580081013599362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpOcI52eLII/AAAAAAAAADM/q9ed34M71S4/s200/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, last day of camp, Trying desparately hard not to close my eyes and fall asleep at the slightest chance of rest. Couldn't even stand properly without thoughts of sleeping. Did mural painting, Tug of war, Pushed a big ball haha, that was dumb. I was fighting the zzzz monster half the time when it wasn't my turn to have a go at the ropes or ball. We had lunch at 4pm at Vivo Marche. The end of a frantic 6 days of sleep deprivation, Taupok and self induced highs. This post was really quite tiring to type. Its super long. I'll add more photos when i get them. Till next time. Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To satisfy all the critics who say I'm destroying their eyesight. I increased my font size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-567575158373844109?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/567575158373844109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=567575158373844109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/567575158373844109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/567575158373844109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/sports-camp-ah-lian.html' title='Sports Camp Ah Lian'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RpOcYp2eLJI/AAAAAAAAADU/tc3xauAy4ec/s72-c/05072007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7969880658490723199</id><published>2007-06-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the Past</title><content type='html'>29 June 2007, another period of my life draws to a close. Nostalgic memories both sweet and sad flood my senses as i give time to reflection. Have you ever given a penchant of consideration to how time has such a warped effect on our mental interpretation. Recollections happen on an accelerated timeline, everything in the past from birth to present can flash through your brain in a matter of seconds. While the present can drag for what seems an eternity. That was exactly how mixed up I felt on my last day of work. I couldn't wait to be free of working life, but yet i could feel the tinge of sadness tugging at my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoVLK52eLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/FwGIJGn3Sns/s1600-h/28062007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081550405257538674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoVLK52eLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/FwGIJGn3Sns/s200/28062007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past four months at GYC Financial Advisory has been a wonderful experience of how dull and exciting working life can be. I can still remember what a bundle of nervous energy I was when i stepped into that elevator and went to the 44th floor of OUB Centre for my first day at work. I was shown to my desk promptly upon meeting my boss for the 2nd time. The first was the interview, and to be honest, I wasn't too impressed by the job requirements. Cold calls were really not my cup of tea(like who likes that), but the pay, its all about the pay. That was convincing enough. So from then on I became a Personal Assistant. Well, my NDU mates call me Toy Boy Chong starting from the day I told them I had a Lady boss. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was relatively mundane for the first couple of weeks. I had to clear like stacks and stacks of backlog(scanning etc). Basically i was the only temp around, and being like the youngest at 20. There was just an age gap for me to actually start any kind of decent conversation with anyone. Discussing about lunch isn't really the most engaging and lively topic of conversation one can have for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, I don't have green fingers and I tend to kill plants under my jurisdiction of care. I'm supposed to water my boss's plant and ensure it doesn't wither and die a horrendous death. I failed miserably. The picture says it all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoVLKp2eLGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ydSP-tZF3bE/s1600-h/29062007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081550400962571362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoVLKp2eLGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ydSP-tZF3bE/s200/29062007+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following lots of calls to both potential and current clients, rebalancing, insurance summaries and investment profiles. I've grown into my job like a fish to water. Its actually a relatively relaxing job coupled with stressful peaks. My boss comes to work only in the afternoons. Sometimes not at all. Thats when I surf the web, read articles, watch videos on youtube and msn like there's no tmr. If you think thats fun, try doing that for days in a row. The birth of this blog was no spur of the moment. It was inspired by the boredom of having nothing to do when my boss went to Japan for holiday. Then there's the spikes of work where I end up going home at 7pm. Bossie tends to have a very irritating habit of coming into the office at 5pm and throwing me a stack of work requesting completion before I leave the office. I can't complain since I haven't exactly been doing anything for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you must be convinced I'm actually quite stupid to be quitting this job. Everyone's entitled to their own ideals. I'm just going to satisfy myself with the little things in life for the month of July. Waking any time I want, playing and getting my state of mind healthy and fresh in preparation for school again. The last is exciting, except I'm not really looking forward to exams again. Well the first week of July is going to be totally sports, since I'm attending Sports camp. Wahaha. I'm so hyper, I can't wait for it to start. The bad thing about office jobs is how the food intake seems to increase exponentially, make your metabolism go limbo and encourage the fats to nestle happily in those nooks and crannies they're not supposed to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the friends I made there. Hui Wen, Naz, Chee Han, Selina, Cindy, My Boss. Haha, Take care you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to work till 10pm today on my last day. Cos there was an investment seminar going on. The food there was excellent and I literally pigged out there. Bothered by a great sense of guilt for all the food i had. I did a crazy thing and went for a run at 1130pm. It was actually quite refreshing, considering that it just rained and the weather was really cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my crap. Gonna go sleep. But before I do that. Can somebody tell me what happens when An Irresistable Force meets an Immovable Object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7969880658490723199?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7969880658490723199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7969880658490723199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7969880658490723199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7969880658490723199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/reminiscing-past.html' title='Reminiscing the Past'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoVLK52eLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/FwGIJGn3Sns/s72-c/28062007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7508899443337635855</id><published>2007-06-26T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:08.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunch and Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really love the croissan'wich breakfast at Burger King. In fact I've been having secret brunches instead of lunches while at work for the past 3 weeks. Shh... Don't tell my boss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080346800773075538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoEEf5vfElI/AAAAAAAAACk/7ZQS82Zl3F4/s400/im06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Croissan'wich&lt;/span&gt; is a soft, buttery and crispy bun with a filling that includes a bouncy egg omelette, salty saliva inducing turkey ham and cheese. I wanna get another already. Most importantly, the serving is small, I reckon its the smallest burger you can find in Burger King(technically its a sandwich, but its sold in Burger King so its a burger). Its the smartest marketing ploy you can employ because it taste so good, one is never enough. Its expensive, but definitely worth the expense for the delight it brings to my taste buds. I think i sound like a greedy pig. Anyway, I started thinking about it at around 10am. I tried to resist the temptations, physical(my stomach was groaning because i only had ribena for breakfast) and emotional(my head kept telling me I had to have one). I succumbed to gluttony at 1030am, and made my way to Burger King at OUB Centre for Brunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its 2pm and like i said that croissan'wich meal was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. Very small. So i'm hungry again. After surfing some sites and looking at ice cream. I had a sudden craving for one. So I went down to Yami yogurt to get myself a peach flavoured snack. Got myself a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; JUMBO&lt;/span&gt; cup. I ate it all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080352994115916402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoEKIZvfEnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QDmMpBKhyDg/s200/26062007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright, enough of blogging, got to go give my sister tuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Love Food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2232626937617252674-7508899443337635855?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7508899443337635855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7508899443337635855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7508899443337635855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7508899443337635855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/brunch-and-lunch.html' title='Brunch and Lunch'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RoEEf5vfElI/AAAAAAAAACk/7ZQS82Zl3F4/s72-c/im06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-3209493858611744288</id><published>2007-06-24T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:23:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update for The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alright! Here's my update. Got to satisfy all my die hard fans out there. A disgruntled lot doesn't make a happy blogging environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Its been a busy week. I went for Biz camp and came back with panda eyes. Its been a long time since I went with so little sleep for 4 days. It was fun and I got to know lots of nice friendly people from NUS Biz. Trojan rawks yeah. Hope we can all keep in contact. Anyway, it was just kinda weird to be in an environment where the girls outnumber the guys like 4 to 1. Haha, I pretty much spent the last two years stuck in an all male environment so well you know. Wahhaa... thats laughter sounds wrong, but wth, wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok, first day wasn't a pleasant experience. Firstly, I wore my most expensive berms, laid in the mud and rolled. Secondly, i was simply brilliant when I smeared my face and arms with paint and realised i forgot to take my t shirt off and got that tshirt all muddy as well. Should have just wore Number 4 lah. The washing up at the tap was cool uh quite literally. Spent a good part of the night blindfolded.... Had a long chat with a "blind date". LOL. Maybe thats how they came up with the phrase blind date. Following the SP night, was fright night. It was an awfully long wait in blindfolds. So the excitement sorta died down. Slept at 3am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Second day, Yea! We went to sentosa. So uh Sun, Sand Sea. A not so pleasant reminder of NS life. Alright it wasn't that bad. Had a lot of fun throwing water bombs and dunking people. Ok, gonna fast forward and skip the boring stuff. Night finally came. Had to put on that blindfold stuff again. Argh, stupid sandflies spoil dates. haha. Now my leg itches like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to dunno who, i got chosen with wan jun to go Old changi general hospital. Took a lorry there. Like how apt. Anw, it wasn't creepy or anything. A bunch of little ah bengs liven up the place and made it sound like K box or something. Got back at 3am and learned the rest of the OG had supper, made my stomach very unhappy! I was starving because the catered food was actually quite horrible. Its like combat ration - cabbage rice all over again. Like UCK! So i ate like a few bites and exiled the rest of it to the rubbish. Slept at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Third day! Pool games. Means a lot of water. I'll leave it to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;3pm - SP tekan session. Ok, haha, had to do this awfully gay show with TObey... lol. First there was the pocky stick. Then the i Gallop. Then i had to find M &amp;amp; Ms on a plate filled with whipped cream (nice), chilli sauce(nice). Both together(Yuck!). Thats not the worst, they put the plate on Tobey's lap. And yea well.. you know. Tobey had it easy lah, that Nub... Kept trying to serenade the girls with his voice and escape all that disgusting stuff i had to do. Went DXO, wasn't very interesting there so im gonna skip it. 3am on the forth day, we haven't slept yet cos we were practicing our skit. We had a run around the campus! How cool is that, exercise in the early morning. Next was this traditional ritual performance done by the seniors. It was very animated and forceful and i was awestrucked. Watched it with my mouth fully open and my eyes half closed. A very intense experience, especially since it was 430am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ok finally 4th day. Are you falling asleep yet? I know this post is boring so I must commend you if you're reading still reading this. I was walking around half asleep back then. WTF I can't imagine how I'm going to survive sports camp. 6d5n, i must be mad to register for it. More talks.... Skits... Somehow, I found myself on stage dancing with a firehose. I wasn't dreaming. Ok they were choosing like best male freshie at camp, then we had to dance with a firehose. Thanks to Jian Wei, my performance just got a whole lot more interesting. For those who were there, you know what happened lah. Those who didn't... Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh and it was absolutely amazing the number of fake freshies there were in my OG group. Haha, Really, kenna cheated. Not once but thrice. Tom and Wan Jun really crafty lah, one year 4 already. The other graduate somemore. Plus, my SP from NTU accountancy. Haha, HeartBroken... Will somebody please offer me a tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Reach home, sleep and sleep and sleep. Attended Jason's birthday party on saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is sports day, haha soccer in the morning. Tennis in the evening. Finally resurrected my tennis career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Somebody give me some photos to liven up this entry PLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-3209493858611744288?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3209493858611744288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=3209493858611744288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yC5vfEhI/AAAAAAAAACE/bXKfDo2P0SE/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079974667626680850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yC5vfEhI/AAAAAAAAACE/bXKfDo2P0SE/s200/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yDJvfEiI/AAAAAAAAACM/hC3AIuiq6Is/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079974671921648162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yDJvfEiI/AAAAAAAAACM/hC3AIuiq6Is/s200/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yDZvfEjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRY4QaJR7bQ/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079974676216615474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yDZvfEjI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRY4QaJR7bQ/s200/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yD5vfEkI/AAAAAAAAACc/kR8htyl2X2E/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079974684806550082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/Rn-yD5vfEkI/AAAAAAAAACc/kR8htyl2X2E/s200/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Jie Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2232626937617252674-1015276351010501369?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1015276351010501369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1015276351010501369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-5026301402636814390</id><published>2007-06-18T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnY6npvfEfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h5m_XYTbstY/s1600-h/IMG_9438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077310082801144306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnY6npvfEfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h5m_XYTbstY/s400/IMG_9438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Picture of the day: Animosity or Harmony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2232626937617252674-5026301402636814390?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnY6npvfEfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h5m_XYTbstY/s72-c/IMG_9438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-1470911047426108574</id><published>2007-06-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocs And Ba Zhang on a rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>I woke up today to the sound of splashing raindrops and a desperate attempt to close my window before my computer had an opportunity to get a most unwanted shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are supposed to be sunny(why call it SUNday then?), not overcast with dark clouds and pouring with rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing what was necessary, I sent my lazy ass back to bed with aplomb since the weather was really fine for sleeping. Just when i was getting into lala land, the air started smelling funny and white smoke started engulfing my HDB block. Fire on a rainy day would have been quite an irony, but thankfully it was just the friendly National Environment Agency doing Mosquito Fumigation. Lots of white fumes = Weird smell, dead mosquitoes and a pissed off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer in the rain, it was a comedy with everyone falling on their asses because of all the pools of water on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the Crocs Slip-On Sandals(Sorbek), I've had my eyes on since last month. They're bouncy, comfy, airy and Made in China. You hereby have my permission to call me an irrational consumer whose perception of value is totally subjugated to peer and media influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love My Crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVD65vfEcI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rv3XQVmHWM0/s1600-h/Crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVEIZvfEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/3GPhk5l83ko/s1600-h/Crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077039066069799378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVEIZvfEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/3GPhk5l83ko/s320/Crocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and found Ba Zhangs hanging in my kitchen. My grandma and my parents spent the whole weekend preparing the ingredients, cooking them and finally wrapping them up. So that it can end up in my tummy. Wahaha. Ok that sounds wrong. But im really grateful for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVB5ZvfEbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZZcvFca3XHQ/s1600-h/Dumplings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077036609348506034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVB5ZvfEbI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZZcvFca3XHQ/s200/Dumplings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im off to satisfy my hunger, Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-1470911047426108574?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1470911047426108574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=1470911047426108574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1470911047426108574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/1470911047426108574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/crocs-and-ba-zhang-on-rainy-sunday.html' title='Crocs And Ba Zhang on a rainy Sunday'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnVEIZvfEdI/AAAAAAAAABk/3GPhk5l83ko/s72-c/Crocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-7538206251961476505</id><published>2007-06-16T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK8W5vfEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J_s3qgIZ1uE/s1600-h/Heineken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076326831643103618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK8W5vfEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J_s3qgIZ1uE/s200/Heineken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're just posing, we ain't that drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEERS! Hic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-7538206251961476505?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7538206251961476505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=7538206251961476505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7538206251961476505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/7538206251961476505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/drunk-buddies.html' title='Drunk Buddies'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK8W5vfEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J_s3qgIZ1uE/s72-c/Heineken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-8916062335703936038</id><published>2007-06-15T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>View from a Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK-qZvfEZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lysinkEA-ac/s1600-h/15062007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076329365673808274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK-qZvfEZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lysinkEA-ac/s200/15062007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You don't want to leave a toilet when the view is that good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-8916062335703936038?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8916062335703936038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=8916062335703936038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8916062335703936038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/8916062335703936038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/view-from-toilet.html' title='View from a Toilet'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnK-qZvfEZI/AAAAAAAAABE/lysinkEA-ac/s72-c/15062007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2190991206130301930</id><published>2007-06-15T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:09.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Driving License!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnI4ZpvfEXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bqE0t1Kw_Vc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076181743352877426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnI4ZpvfEXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bqE0t1Kw_Vc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was exactly a year and a day ago when i was inside this honda civic taking the test that made me nervous beyond measure. I turned the ignition key and the car purred into life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My tester was a feisty and irritable old man, and he smelled of cigarette smoke. I ought to have wind down the window and told him in his face that he stank and i needed the fresh air. Fortunately i didn't do that otherwise i wouldn't have witnessed the birth of my driving license on the 14 june 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise that my tester was quite pissed off with his day(although it was only 10am in the morning). He didn't even bother to let me drive through the entire test route, I went out for a little spin on Bukit Batok Road, did a U turn and i knew i had passed when he told me to go straight back to the Driving centre. I could tell he needed another smoke to clear his system of the clean air coming out from the air conditioner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this really impish grin on the drive back (when you force yourself to quit smiling but can't, you know its the endorphines(is that correct?) in overdrive. ) So the most hilarious thing happened at the traffic light junction when i looked at the tester on the way back(I was still grinning like an idiot). Grumpy old man gave me the look and said nonchalantly, "So happy ar, later I fail you then you know." My balls were in my mouth, they practically flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY driving license and Bye bye P plate!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2190991206130301930?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2190991206130301930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2190991206130301930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2190991206130301930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2190991206130301930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-my-driving-license.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Driving License!'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnI4ZpvfEXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bqE0t1Kw_Vc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-2718521550810575155</id><published>2007-06-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:31:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh Sweet KIWI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got a new favourite song after Casey's enlightening description about its lyrics. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Definition of a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KIWI&lt;/span&gt;: Hairy, green on the inside, juicy and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had other ideas ---&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Album: It Wouldn't Be Soon Before Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title: Kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’re such a flirt, I know you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And so do I, I empathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see you out, you never cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A conversation that we never shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it’s so strange, it’s something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amazing feelings that I have for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I close my eyes when I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wonder what it’d be like to make you moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna give you something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Than anything you’ve ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A stronger and a faster lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The world, it disappears so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet Kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your juices dripping down my chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So please, let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t stop it before it begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So give it up, and don’t pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And spread your arms and legs across the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And when you shake, you won’t regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The things I whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(What?) I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna give you something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You wanna give me something better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Than anything you’ve ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Than anything I’ve ever had)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A stronger and a faster lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A stronger and a faster lover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The world, it disappears so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It disappears so fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your juices dripping down my chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So please, let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t stop it before it begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can’t wait to take you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fingers through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kisses on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scratch me with your nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Show me how to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get everything out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dripping everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lipstick smeared all over your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How much longer must we wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t think that I can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your juices dripping down my chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So please, let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t stop it before it begins (hey, yeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet kiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wanna give you something better than this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your juices dripping down my chin (hey, yeh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So please, let me (wanna give you something better than this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t stop it before it begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t stop it before it begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-2718521550810575155?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2718521550810575155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=2718521550810575155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2718521550810575155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/2718521550810575155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooh-sweet-kiwi.html' title='Oooh Sweet KIWI'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2232626937617252674.post-832526825913747793</id><published>2007-06-15T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:25:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with Cows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnEGIZvfESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uEImmyrgkzQ/s1600-h/battle_kruger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075844996442034466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnEGIZvfESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uEImmyrgkzQ/s320/battle_kruger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you know cows belong to the mafia? That explains why when you mess with one of them, the whole gang comes with guns(ok horns). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was surfing through youtube this morning to pass the time. Its really boring when you have absolutely nothing to do at work. (not that I'm complaining) In this epic movie, Battle Of Kruger, The Lions and the crocs ordered breakfast, but they forgot to kill the cow. Haha. The rescue effort put in by the mafia was exciting and took a lot of balls(Bulls).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check the vid out at youtube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to knock off, I'm gonna go get myself some beef for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2232626937617252674-832526825913747793?l=eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/832526825913747793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2232626937617252674&amp;postID=832526825913747793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/832526825913747793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2232626937617252674/posts/default/832526825913747793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugeneisaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-mess-with-cows.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with Cows!'/><author><name>Liv A Pud Lian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12728216858653921213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwM97BFwNUc/RnEGIZvfESI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uEImmyrgkzQ/s72-c/battle_kruger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
