<?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-7370540</id><updated>2012-02-28T12:48:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dai's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>the LAST site to visit before disconnecting your internet..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6908024117065363765</id><published>2012-02-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T23:22:04.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't say</title><content type='html'>我爱在你,你爱在自己.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah, teh lyrics. EMO MAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6908024117065363765?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6908024117065363765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6908024117065363765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-dont-say.html' title='you don&apos;t say'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-279028960314690408</id><published>2012-02-20T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T01:16:26.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here i am</title><content type='html'>trying very hard to swallow in this motherhood statement,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you can't force feelings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also cannot help but wonder if there's any bypass or solution to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-279028960314690408?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/279028960314690408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/279028960314690408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-here-i-am.html' title='and here i am'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4879843388408363463</id><published>2012-02-16T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:26:35.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unspoken thoughts.</title><content type='html'>one important lesson in life is to learn - &lt;i&gt;to let go&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;天天难过，天天过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that tuesday was... just a tuesday.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i can't help it when my brain syncs with my heart and feels its sorrow. and these unspoken thoughts surfaces. pfft, i thought the brain and the heart were never meant to be on the same side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4879843388408363463?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4879843388408363463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4879843388408363463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/unspoken-thoughts.html' title='unspoken thoughts.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3643681447694969892</id><published>2012-02-14T06:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T06:20:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it happened...</title><content type='html'>我。。。我。。。我。。。我失恋了！&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still at a loss for words. but one thing that really amazed me was that SOME SMALL MICRO portion of me still thought of my options left. REALLY?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to self: ARE YOU FOR REAL?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, i need to start thinking about my next course of actions. the more "sound" one at that, because currently, i got to admit i am letting my emotions and feelings affect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be strong. it's not like it's the end of the world eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3643681447694969892?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3643681447694969892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3643681447694969892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-then-it-happened.html' title='and then it happened...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-54706567591462437</id><published>2012-02-14T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T02:56:20.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it ended</title><content type='html'>Close to 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never swayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed true all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always put in my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put you above everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all that l could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diminishing faith for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-54706567591462437?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/54706567591462437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/54706567591462437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-so-it-ended.html' title='And so it ended'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7354601701902371015</id><published>2012-02-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:36:16.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Love Me - Hot Chelle Rae ft. Demi Lovato ( iTunes version ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q8BPBzXkK88?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7354601701902371015?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7354601701902371015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7354601701902371015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-dont-you-love-me-hot-chelle-rae-ft.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Love Me - Hot Chelle Rae ft. Demi Lovato ( iTunes version ...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q8BPBzXkK88/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5772017608699476727</id><published>2012-01-01T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:36:53.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>first post of 2012.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dedicated to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just happy that you're back safe and sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7370540-5772017608699476727?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5772017608699476727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5772017608699476727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2012/01/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7814772614163362764</id><published>2011-12-24T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:21:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd.</title><content type='html'>my 22nd wasnt the coolest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for starters, the moment i woke up, my parents left me home alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi, i did some random timeline nonsense to track my not cool birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0000 - 0015 - change mbp ram&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0015 - 0030 - order wwe AGAIN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0030 - 0040 - 9GAG!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0040 - 0050 - SIMS SOCIAL! LOL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0050 - 0500 - RUNNING MAN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;*3.15 drafted dloefa's LOA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;0500 - 1330 -  SLEEP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;1330 - 1355 - teh internet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;1355 - 1530 - RUNNING MAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;hohoho. after 1530 was a haircut, then town to be extorted for dinner, then zouk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;too lazy to describe the whole day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;but generally.... i wasnt in the mood to celebrate my birthday. and eh. the only gift i receive was an angbao from my parents. the end. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;but you know what? its ok its alright..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;REALLY REALLY no feel to celebrate this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;i wonder why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7814772614163362764?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7814772614163362764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7814772614163362764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/12/22nd.html' title='22nd.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6750206662812439225</id><published>2011-12-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:20:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TCP Services: Singapore's 1st Flash Mob Proposal; Aaron and Tracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EjkOv4a6aT0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6750206662812439225?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6750206662812439225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6750206662812439225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/12/tcp-services-singapores-1st-flash-mob.html' title='TCP Services: Singapore&apos;s 1st Flash Mob Proposal; Aaron and Tracy'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EjkOv4a6aT0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1608746949903259056</id><published>2011-12-12T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:38:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you for real?</title><content type='html'>ok seriously, i REALLY REALLY miss you. i can't believe it myself but its true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on some random side notes, do you ever OVER-relate song lyrics (let's be more precise, EMO/LOVE songs) to the extent that you think you are "living" it as it is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as gay as it sounds, i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wouldn't it be sweet if someone related you into a song they were listening too? (once again, some EMO/LOVE songs)&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;and i'm a shrek. go figure that out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1608746949903259056?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1608746949903259056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1608746949903259056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-for-real.html' title='are you for real?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7752153508515881332</id><published>2011-12-12T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:23:43.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not for the first time</title><content type='html'>imy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it came to an end. i guess that's it to all the time spent together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its true. all good things come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7752153508515881332?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7752153508515881332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7752153508515881332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-for-first-time.html' title='not for the first time'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7384031722000298123</id><published>2011-12-06T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:53:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;the things i would do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the distances i would go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;all these... there's no need for you to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but please santa, let it at least be worth alil' something eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7384031722000298123?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7384031722000298123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7384031722000298123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='all i want for christmas...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-539803488272020085</id><published>2011-11-28T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:38:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know...</title><content type='html'>That if your heart is not in the right place, there's no way you can get your mind to do the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-539803488272020085?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/539803488272020085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/539803488272020085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-know.html' title='do you know...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1268333132491996064</id><published>2011-11-27T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:34:55.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self.</title><content type='html'>yes, you will needing using this space more often than you know in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1268333132491996064?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1268333132491996064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1268333132491996064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/11/note-to-self.html' title='note to self.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5321552281645122370</id><published>2011-09-10T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:31:22.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Long Learning</title><content type='html'>There are plenty of stuff you can't pick up in schools, universities and all. You guys just got to learn as you live.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, for one, understood that, you know you have yet to find your soulmate, when you have hundreds and thousands of stuff on your mind you really want to talk to someone about, but you seriously, don't know who to turn to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is totally not cool. What sucks more is that I'm actually getting more and more used to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: When in doubt, follow your brain instead of your heart. The decision might be wrong at the end of the day, but at least it is rational and you can try to reason with it. Decisions made by your heart are often than not, reckless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, a storm is brewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5321552281645122370?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5321552281645122370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5321552281645122370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-long-learning.html' title='Life Long Learning'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5979006500854552495</id><published>2011-08-22T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:34:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you must SUCKSEED!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a regular blogger. The main contributing factor being I'm just too lazy to translate my thoughts into a post, and sometimes, I guess my thoughts are all jibberish and rubbish, and thus, can't be bothered to organise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm posting this is because I believe this movie is underrated, and deserves the attention of as much people as possible. I hope my post helps because damn right this is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm talking about SuckSeed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8Yibu8DC8/TlIvso5M3UI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hh-RzkvNyPI/s1600/suckseed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8Yibu8DC8/TlIvso5M3UI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hh-RzkvNyPI/s400/suckseed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643625726986739010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a teen romance comedy basically about a group of friends wanting to form a band, their journey towards it, and... I seriously don't want to say much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST GO WATCH IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like, epic nice! Its worth 2 hours of your time, and every dime you spend on the ticket. Definitely will have a good laugh out of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gc_5O8_Zji0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;PS: ERN! Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5979006500854552495?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5979006500854552495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5979006500854552495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-must-suckseed.html' title='you must SUCKSEED!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8Yibu8DC8/TlIvso5M3UI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hh-RzkvNyPI/s72-c/suckseed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6333297976177403869</id><published>2011-08-07T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:13:47.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMES flies</title><content type='html'>When I was just a chao recruit back on Tekong Island, I had this ingenius plan. To subscribe to the TIMES magazine for 2-years so when the last issue comes, it would also be the time I ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that the idea just sounds pure damn dumb to begin with, because in the first place, WHY WOULD ANYONE NEED REMINDERS FOR THEIR ORD DATE? Well, to defend myself, you have to take into consideration that I was merely a chao recruit back then, who thinks that 400 bucks a month is more than enough considering you only have 4 weekends to spend them (of course, later on, I realized there are things called 'night outs', 'canteen', etc.). And the fact that those free gifts that comes with the TIMES magazine deals looks SUPERB (fyi, I have not touched them since receiving them 2 years back. LOL.)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward now, its been a little more than 2 years. BY RIGHT, I should have ORD-ed but hey~ no i hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? go subscribe another magazine to remind myself my *NEW* ORD date? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time truly flies man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6333297976177403869?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6333297976177403869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6333297976177403869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/08/times-flies.html' title='TIMES flies'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2245769971416531635</id><published>2011-01-30T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T03:53:31.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>"Hello, how are you", along with a handshake. Definitely not something you would expect when exchanging for drinks at the Bar of Rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine, thank you." I replied, after all, its only courtesy to reply in such a manner, I presume the fellow, who doesn't look local, was drunk and he probably has no idea what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, let's drink together, you, me and her," pointing to his female companion, who looks pretty decent, and definitely younger than him(he looks 30ish, while she's 20ish), "my treat, my treat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my weakness, free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try hard not to succumb to it, in fact, knowing that they are not local, I took out 10 bucks and pass it to the guy, and the irony, here is, though he say he would treat me to the drink, he took my 10 bucks. (my feeling at that moment - @$#@%@^!#), whatever, I have a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, our drinks came, one tequila for each of us. (10 bucks for a tequila? o...k, whatever), and as I began hurrying for my mixer (my original purpose at the bar to begin with), HE OFFER FOR SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tequila round arrive. (yes, with simple math, I've earned from my 10 bucks investment, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly, after the drink, and my mixer in home, I TRIED to take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement, he took my hand, and have me 20 USD. YES. US DOLLARS! And told me to get another round of drinks for the three of us. I thought to myself that there was no way I would want to spend the rest of my night at rebel being the personal assistant to some oversea guest BUT as a good citizen who should welcome travelers and stuff, I took his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After delivering the mixer to my friends, it was back to the bar for me. And just when I thought i was doing them a favour, I realise I did more. 20 USD wasn't enough for their drinks, it amount to 30+, so instead, i swiped my card with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pass them their drinks WITH THE 20 USD. (Yes, I don't know what got into me, I guess I decided to just treat them to a drink and pray they'll let me off). But no. It was far from over, he has no SGD left. So out come his card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did like, 3 vodka shots. Remember his female companion? That's his sister. They are from myanmar. and apart from pestering to drink with him and the sis, my new found friend kept trying to "push" his sister to me. But luckily, me and the sis, the sober ones, could still take control of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, financial wise, FYI, I drank back what I treated them and more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice guy lah. talking to me about us being brothers though we're from different nation and stuff. and the fact that he kept trying to push his sis to me amuses me. I bet his sis is older than me. =S ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, Khin Aung( his name, I saw from his card. HAH), I hope you enjoy your stay in Singapore, Have a good holiday here! Please try to not drink so much and befriend random dudes, cause I'm sure not everyone is like me, who wouldn't take a HUGE advantage of you (I have to be frank, I didn't resist him treating me, so I did take advantage of him. But I kept asking the sis whether I should really keep buying the drinks or not. hmm, still some conscious in me. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, its a true story. He even added me on bbm. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2245769971416531635?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2245769971416531635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2245769971416531635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-9066005233561293291</id><published>2010-12-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:15:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my first paper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Love&lt;/s&gt; LUCK is all we need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-9066005233561293291?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/9066005233561293291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/9066005233561293291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomorrow-is-my-first-paper.html' title='Tomorrow is my first paper...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1136572068617851808</id><published>2010-10-07T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:12:23.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a story about Integrity|Stupidity.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had my first quiz of my uni. It consist of 2 questions, but I only knew one of it. Not that i didn't put in effort to study, but i just couldn't remember the solution to the second question. I got brain-blocked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, it just struck me - to cheat. The possibilities i could have executed are endless, with technology so advance, so must our techniques be too, ask a friend via sms/bbm/whatever, to take a picture of the solution, bluetooth it over to your phone, or even go retro with the ancient technique of extending your neck, or even the ever popular excuse yourself to the washroom, and find the solution outside, let's just say i had plenty of ideas in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i realised. ok, this is going to be cliche, but in my mind, i recited the officer's creed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am an officer of the singapore armed forces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my duty is to lead, to excel, and to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lead my men by example,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i answer for their training, morale, and discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must excel in everything i do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i serve with pride, honour and INTEGRITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will overcome adversity with courage, fortitude and determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dedicate my life to singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, you should have realised by now, i choose NOT to cheat. i got an honourable pass for my quiz, instead of a despicable full marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i regret? honestly, no. at least i can sleep soundly at night(come to think about it, even if i cheat, i will still sleep soundly at night. LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Integrity &gt; Stupidity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, for any action, there's always consequences. for this, i'll have to mug even harder to make up for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1136572068617851808?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1136572068617851808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1136572068617851808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-story-about-integritystupidity.html' title='This is a story about Integrity|Stupidity.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4383154012315064286</id><published>2010-09-12T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:31:28.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Disciplined</title><content type='html'>Be Disciplined.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my school rule in SKPS. Of course, its not that simple, just one rule. It is those... cliche nonsense, each alphabet stands for a particular set of guidelines and all. There's no way i can remember all of em'. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But generally, being disciplined is good, especially for me, in my current status, on study award, in uni to study, its all i really need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to keep in heart, hard, that where i am right now, didn't come easy, even if i minus the part/efforts put in by myself, there's still alot of people who got me to where i am right now. and i can't possibly let them down now. and i myself know that, if i can pull this off, these three years, i'm probably done, that's it. finish. over. the end. nothing would be harder than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please, to myself. its a new day tomorrow. let's be disciplined. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Study Hard, Play Harder, MUG DA HARDEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4383154012315064286?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4383154012315064286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4383154012315064286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-disciplined.html' title='Be Disciplined'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2879281409088604791</id><published>2010-08-29T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T04:42:14.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage dream</title><content type='html'>i just got home from an AWESOME night at REBEL! with some cool peeps. This is the VERY first time i club with nothing holding me back, like, i was totally high and totally having fun and stuffs, in the past, i either hold myself back or i'll be like, taking care of my other female friends and stuff. this night, its different, it was all me, ok i did still protect my female friends awhile but MAJORITY of the time, i was high and having fun, and once again, it was AWESOME.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't quite remember much(c'mon, i was HIGH!), but i do remember myself bending down on the dancefloor to pick up some... broken glass bits, squatting down and standing up, one friend of cecilia commenting that i smell like shit after the drinks(note to self: next time go club, get mints!), me having the time of my life, me borrowing lightsticks from some... dude, and dancing with it, and.... oh oh, this i have to share, i was making my way back to my spot to pick up my friends, then i saw this chick, long hair, in black skin tight short dress or something, i TOTALLY SWEAR, PLEDGE, DECLARE, WHATEVER, that in my view, she's like, gonna fall, so i reach out my hand to try to aid her, in my view, she seems to be falling to the back, but end up, she was just moving forward, so she probably missed a step or something, but i end up GRABBING HER TITS! ok wait, i reach out only one hand, so let me repeat, I END UP GRABBING HER TIT! Hi random chick in skin tight black short dress, it was a honest mistake. serious, my intentions was good, but eh, it didn't turn out right. and you seem fine with it anyhow. LOL. you are awesome, and so are your tits!(ok, tit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from me lighting a few sticks, having a couple of drinks, getting high and potentially a bad hangover the day after, and eh, spending some cash, please tell me why i shouldn't club more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2879281409088604791?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2879281409088604791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2879281409088604791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-dream.html' title='teenage dream'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4897340805056156574</id><published>2010-08-20T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:39:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whud up!?</title><content type='html'>I watched Step-Up 3D yesterday. If anyone bother to notice, movies these days are all going 3D, but i'm not a avid supporter. For one, I wear specs, so making me wear another 3D glasses only makes me look retarded and its uncomfortable. Also, we have yet to go to the part where some might encounter slight headaches and giddiness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That been said, 3D does increase our movie experience but seriously?! If its too real, it becomes scary in my opinion. Who knows, maybe technology might(and probably will) advance to a stage when even us humans can't differentiate what's real or not. Even games are moving towards this... 'more real' thingy. Just look at Nintendo's Wii, Xbox 360's Kinect and PS3's Move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, i still see a market for the 3D glasses, if there's some shop/dude that sells customize 3D glasses at an affordable prize range, i'll totally go for it. Think about it! 3D glasses for people with specs that fits comfortably! and for those who doesn't wear specs, finally your OWN PERSONAL pair, no longer will you receive those... oily and greasy ones the theater provides you with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whud up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4897340805056156574?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4897340805056156574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4897340805056156574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/08/whud-up.html' title='whud up!?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7268159687281024784</id><published>2010-08-09T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:21:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be wild, not as young</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be a disorganized post. it contains pretty random thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear one of these days, i'm so gonna so to some other countries, and freakin' play with FIREWORKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, there's this latest attraction at E!hub, i dubbed it the 'bouncing _______'! its free to watch. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realise some things just happens with such... freaky coincidence. one month back or so, there's a news article saying that some... Russian spy couple were caught in US, oh then there's the movie SALT! and i think i said it quite a few times already, but it doesn't get old. THE RECENT FLOODING IN SINGAPORE IS A PRELUDE TO WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IN 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i want to fly kite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Street Dance &gt; Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7268159687281024784?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7268159687281024784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7268159687281024784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-be-wild-not-as-young.html' title='can&apos;t be wild, not as young'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6534909731834562076</id><published>2010-07-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:48:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you're not down with that...</title><content type='html'>i met up with BJ over the weekends. had a great time just talking. well, i guess there will be people out there who may think he would not be the best person to talk to as some labels on him would be, 'never serious', 'always having fun', stuffs like that, but i brought back one important lesson from him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he reassured me that what i mentioned in my last post is totally alright. passion and work really need not work out together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his sharing(its the dai-dified by me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say you love to fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have a PASSION for fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you decided to be a fisherman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its your profession now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you and your family depends on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on days you have a good catch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on days you don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;won't you hate it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to top it off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will be doing this your whole life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fire of passion do burn out with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just keep your passion as your past time/hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy it all the way throughout your entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks bj. best tag team partner, ever. =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and skps personnels of my batch. aug 21st ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6534909731834562076?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6534909731834562076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6534909731834562076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-if-youre-not-down-with-that.html' title='and if you&apos;re not down with that...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2288422608572177144</id><published>2010-07-11T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:34:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>ok i think the title used to be shijing's blog or something, but its also the title of the last episode of ugly betty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was quite surprised the series ended, well, actually, i shouldn't be, its already in its 4th season and we all know that endings are inevitable for ALMOST anything. and yes, i'll be declaring(not the end of this blog, not that people still do come here), but the end of just ranting about a day, posting pictures of some stuffs, etc. i think i've grown out of that. so now, this blog is meant for, well, just thoughts and reflections, i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people around me are starting to know about my decision on my eh, career. is it the right move taken by me? well, obviously, from my point of view, it HAS to be yes or it would only meant i'm a retard or something. but what i felt, from when people start confronting me about this issue, it usually came with a... "i-doubting-your-decision-desmond" kind of tingly feeling. yes, it affects me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i already made the decision. the point of no return is way past me already. come on, step in my shoes and PERHAPS you might see why i did what i did. it might not be the best path to take, but hey, its still a decent path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was younger(not that i'm very old), i used to associate passion with your job, in fact, i still stand true to that thought. but can it be applied to everyone? no. ask around, maybe even your parents, and you should know, not everyone gets to do what they REALLY want to. to some, its worst, they don't even know WHAT they want to do in life(insert me here). for survival, for security, people just get jobs and work and get paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i believe, if you are either, right now in a line of work which isn't exactly what you wanted, or that you working now because you have yet to find out what you really want to do in life, its ok! just try to find joy in whatever you are doing now and someday, somewhere, you will come to realise what is the profession that's meant for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiffany shared this article with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.finance.yahoo.com/news/Why-You-Dont-Need-to-Love-usnews-3501090912.html?x=0"&gt;Why You Don't Need to Love Your Job &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2288422608572177144?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2288422608572177144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2288422608572177144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-398171309125022273</id><published>2010-05-30T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:55:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who wrote this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;diniy showed me this poem once, and i've been seeing it around lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;pretty cool.&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/7370540-398171309125022273?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/398171309125022273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/398171309125022273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-wrote-this.html' title='who wrote this?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3041550749277985746</id><published>2010-05-07T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:50:50.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>fear is one of those emotions we humans always try to disregard, or dominate, or ignore. After all, it would be best if one could be IMMUNE TO FEAR. But let's be realistic here, every single one of us have our own fears.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the NS context. I remember feeling fear when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was on the ferry boat going to tekong for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there was this one night, in BMT, i woke up and went to the toilet, ALONE. (LOL.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there was this other night, in OCS, i went back to Alpha Wing and spent a night alone in my bunk. (LMAO.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing guard duty, prowling, then this sudden gust of wind. zzz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whenever the cookhouse is serving Hokkien Mee. eww.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eh, and now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, i'll be leaving for thailand in a few hours. and once again. fear is crawling all over me. why? i don't know. i guess i'm just not ready for this. BUT THEN AGAIN, i know i can't avoid this. so i guess.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BRING IT ON, BABY! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7370540-3041550749277985746?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3041550749277985746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3041550749277985746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/05/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3841733719206294940</id><published>2010-04-10T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:07:24.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP Man's RJ for the day.</title><content type='html'>Gotta finish before 2359 man~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, that's totally lame. eh, as of this very moment, I'm at RP, using Jie Ying's lappy to do this. @men jio-ed me back to help out Cypher's Freshie Camp. The 161 bus journey was strangely still very familiar, though it has been MONTHS since I last took that bus to RP. It was only when I was alighting that I realise Cyriva's Jessica WAS ON THE SAME BUS AS ME ALL ALONG! And she mentioned how I was still being mentioned sometimes during meetings and such, and honestly, it felt F*CKING SONG to hear that, but it also reminds me that my 'era' is history already. I PROBABLY did make a mark for myself, probably make a legend out of it, but whatever man, ITS HISTORY, its the next batch's time to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Tze Chien, catch up with him alil before I entered the very campus I'm very famaliar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man does it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw myself as a role model to people(though I did got some... role model student award back in primary school), so if i've set some examples back then which were... not entirely good/right. But back then, I was ready to live the consequences. So the lesson here is to.... live your life, and always be prepared to face the consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time was spent helping out(alittle), talking nonsense, and having fun when I could. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I regret spending one out of my two bookout day offs back at RP? Nah. Totally not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a story to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this dude, who was like, totally normal. Pretty much your average joe. One day, he came across a building that's like, there, suddenly. He walked in and found out the building had a container with a Sleeping Princess in it(don't ask how the Princess could stay alive, have food and stuffs, its all... alien technology and stuffs xD). For some reason, that dude didn't choose to open up the container and save the princess in distress. He does not know why too. Instead, he decided to just take care of the building, make sure its clean, make sure no weeds grow in the yard(hmm, was there even a yard? ok, never mind), and other random errands that he deem necessary. After a period of time, a LONG period of time, while cleaning the front pouch(wah, now got pouch ah?) one day, the dude saw a prince riding a white house, eh no. a BMW. the dude decided to leave the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, daidai, wtf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3841733719206294940?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3841733719206294940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3841733719206294940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/04/rp-mans-rj-for-day.html' title='RP Man&apos;s RJ for the day.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3832220069352845317</id><published>2010-02-16T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:36:48.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost the drive.</title><content type='html'>no words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3832220069352845317?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3832220069352845317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3832220069352845317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lost-drive.html' title='i lost the drive.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1679408849281462646</id><published>2010-01-24T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:26:13.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to achieve greatness.</title><content type='html'>when i was just a chao recruit, i used to think there's always never enough time during the weekends. a blink of an eye and you're back in at the ferry terminal already. now, its worst. my eyelid has only went halfway covering my eyes and i going back to ETI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i genuinely sure my morale has reached an all time LOW. while weekends are supposed to be meant for you to forget about your 'green' life and be civilian just for a tad bit, i can't seem to really enjoy that. you can blame it on my poor time management skills but come on lah, no matter how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt; you manage your time, it doesn't change the fact that you only have 24 hours a day. it has gotten to a level that even sucking your thumb&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(both thumbs, ok, all your fingers, eh, plus your toes.)&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all these for what i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSUME&lt;/span&gt; is a path to greatness for some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only determination and motivation can be bought from some convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1679408849281462646?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1679408849281462646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1679408849281462646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-achieve-greatness.html' title='to achieve greatness.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3191668330538153055</id><published>2010-01-17T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:18:28.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i advance &amp; overcome?</title><content type='html'>Combat Engineer Officers-to-be goes to Nee Soon Camp during Pro-term. That's where I am now. Compare to SAFTI, the journey there is WAY SHORTER. The bunk is still two man, minus the PC that SAFTI got, the E-mart is like, just right below and across my block, Cookhouse is just beside too. That's about the things that I like about ETI&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Engineer Training Institude, located INSIDE Nee Soon Camp)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been there for 2 days and the mental strain is OVER 9000! And not to forget that Guard Duty is expected of us regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be mostly filled with lectures and lectures and eh, lectures. With tests we can't afford to fail&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fail 2 tests and good bye officership)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's... longer than my BMT, by the way. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the countdown begins~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, next weekend, got THREE 21st' Parties to attend. No wonder it is nearing the Year of the Tiger. I can sense it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLASHING&lt;/span&gt; a BIG hole out of my pocket. And eh, how do you appear at three places at one time? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3191668330538153055?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3191668330538153055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3191668330538153055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-advance-overcome.html' title='can i advance &amp; overcome?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7138506226107621632</id><published>2010-01-13T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:50:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEN BIANGED!</title><content type='html'>ahhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from brunei. the past 10 days was... definitely an experience. I would brunei is the kind of place one should go, but probably once would be enough. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few days were ok. admin stuffs. recap on our navigation skills and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came my stay in the jungle. it lasted 3 nights, and throughout that period of time, I did nothing but climb up and down knolls/hills, i don't even know what to call them. and YES, it is TOTALLY not like what Singapore has. Totally different, totally steep, totally new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highlights would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a SNAKE/VIPER while trekking around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;balancing on those.. logs to cross a stream&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you know, those you see in Indiana Jones' Movies or some crap like that one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SWIMMING in a river&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that is totally not clean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mudslidding! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes, its too steep, so we would just slide down.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRINKING RIVER WATER! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course we put one of those... tablet thingy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;setting up a FIRE! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, yes, gotta pick dry leaves, branches and stuffs. but NO, never use a stick then roll between your hands/rub two rocks together, we use solid fuel. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and much more which I can't remember, or maybe I don't want to, =X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;my first overseas trip in GREEN, definitely not my last. Probably not the best, hope the next one don't come too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporting to ETI tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek, strive, excel, ENGINEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7138506226107621632?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7138506226107621632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7138506226107621632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-bianged.html' title='BEEN BIANGED!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8344486649731297519</id><published>2010-01-03T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:25:31.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the start of the new year!</title><content type='html'>not EXACTLY, but its only a few days of 2010. And I'm going for a HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;not EXACTLY, its NS! its Brunei! Its NS in Brunei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days. Bye dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not too much to ask right? nah, never mind. BEATING ALL ODDS, remember? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-8344486649731297519?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8344486649731297519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8344486649731297519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-start-of-new-year.html' title='Its the start of the new year!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2025541949162445796</id><published>2009-12-27T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:09:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on the Book!</title><content type='html'>Ever since I realise I could like, link my blog to FB, that is to say, all my post here are automatically posted in FB, I seldom come to my Blog's page. So sorry to the two dudes on the ShoutMix box, no matter who you are. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I ended Service Term in OCS, going to Pro Term now, being posted to Combat Engineer, its a Support Arm. As to what Combat E I'll be, I still have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having leave now. all the way till 4th Jan. =D But from 4th Jan to 13th, I'll be in Brunei for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 20th was fun, so was X'mas. Now I sure hope Countdown would be too. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2025541949162445796?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2025541949162445796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2025541949162445796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/12/hooked-on-book.html' title='Hooked on the Book!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3944893190324686803</id><published>2009-12-20T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:27:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out.</title><content type='html'>I booked in on Friday, booked out yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking in later tonight, booking out tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm then gonna book in at night for Social Night, then book out when its over.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I'm booking in for a 24km Route March. And the day after that, I'll book out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day after that happens to be X'mas' Eve's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'mas' Eve's Eve happens to be.... ON THE 23RD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD UP JUST A SECOND HERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd's my Birthday! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3944893190324686803?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3944893190324686803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3944893190324686803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-and-out.html' title='In and Out.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3030685104764738732</id><published>2009-12-18T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:12:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tides have turned!</title><content type='html'>after enduring an exercise with a 38.2 degree fever, was given a 3+1 Att C, will be booking in today, but should be booking out either Sat Night or Sun Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service term is coming to an end. Please, no Infantry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3030685104764738732?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3030685104764738732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3030685104764738732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/12/tides-have-turned.html' title='the tides have turned!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-784499757583771695</id><published>2009-12-11T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:33:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fml.</title><content type='html'>its so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;the admin time.&lt;br /&gt;the regimentation.&lt;br /&gt;the discipline.&lt;br /&gt;the standardization.&lt;br /&gt;the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are good things.&lt;br /&gt;the food.&lt;br /&gt;the amenities.&lt;br /&gt;the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either ways, there's a long way more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-784499757583771695?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/784499757583771695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/784499757583771695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/12/fml.html' title='fml.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7353533073201395249</id><published>2009-11-29T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:17:58.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock, tick tock.</title><content type='html'>and we all know time flies by when you're enjoying yourself. and when you're in pain and sorrow, time will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; take his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the countdown begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Pride, I Leave, to Lead, to Excel, to Overcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7353533073201395249?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7353533073201395249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7353533073201395249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/11/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock, tick tock.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-931437679880581041</id><published>2009-11-22T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:43:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag Cannot Think</title><content type='html'>Three whites stripes, one half of the Chervon, the identity of a SCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last excercise, EX. Falcon, back in Tekong. Probably my last field excercise as an SCT. Will I be able to Think when I'm Shag? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-931437679880581041?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/931437679880581041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/931437679880581041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/11/shag-cannot-think.html' title='Shag Cannot Think'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-808731805313257104</id><published>2009-11-13T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:30:40.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Pride, I Led</title><content type='html'>School Of Infantry Specialist here we come,&lt;br /&gt;                        Soldiers of every creed and race...&lt;br /&gt;                        Soldiers to Specialist we will become,&lt;br /&gt;                        Leader of six men to set the pace..&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        Sispec Warriors, we are the Warriors..&lt;br /&gt;                        Sispec Warriors, With Pride we will Lead...&lt;br /&gt;                        Fearlessly we lead with pride,&lt;br /&gt;                        Train hard full of might,&lt;br /&gt;                        Train to lead by day and night,&lt;br /&gt;                        We will strive for greater heights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the SISPEC song. Life work in strange ways. When I got into SISPEC, 8 weeks ago, when this song was first introduced, I had no interest in singing, for one, I was still 'hooked' on the 'why-didn't-I-make-it-to-OCS-sadness' stage, but as the 8 weeks fly by, though the thought remain, it grew weaker.. Yesterday, had the Parade Rehearsal for BSLC, as Platoon Best, I stood in front, and was expected to sing, and I realise, "hey, its actually... quite a good song!" Seriously, being an Officer isn't all that great. There's pride for Specialist too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I was starting to 'develop' feelings for Specialist, I got informed that I managed to pass the board's interview and got to crossover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I really got to sing the SISPEC song, and it was also the last. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not happy, but I know there's ALOT to come, in fact, there's this 2 weeks crash course starting this monday to prep us up before they really send us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No familiar faces at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take the opportunity to thank the people&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt; that have been together for this 8 weeks, and especially those that came together from Pegasus, BSLC was enjoyable because you people are around to make it so, and I know not everyone ended up in the same unit, and for everyone, the journey... has JUST BEGUN! We'll all be taking different paths now, but never forget, we were all once, from ECHO Company! Right? Gentlemen, I upfront tell you all, ECHO is the BEST! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now, the start of a long and lonely route...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-808731805313257104?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/808731805313257104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/808731805313257104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-pride-i-led.html' title='With Pride, I Led'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4560167484619783234</id><published>2009-11-08T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:49:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey.............. has just begun...</title><content type='html'>13 weeks of BMT,&lt;br /&gt;and now my 8 weeks of BSLC is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's 21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years of NS = 24 months, 96 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's... 75 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's next?&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/7370540-4560167484619783234?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4560167484619783234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4560167484619783234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-has-just-begun.html' title='the journey.............. has just begun...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2790967472275864538</id><published>2009-11-01T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:49:30.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X or ASLC?</title><content type='html'>Just two more weeks, and BSLC's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys really waiting for me on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have what it takes?&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna break more promises yet again?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want/need it THAT much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm losing signs here. let's just see where fate leads me.&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/7370540-2790967472275864538?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2790967472275864538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2790967472275864538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/11/x-or-aslc.html' title='X or ASLC?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6365352806120560546</id><published>2009-10-25T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:28:57.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i WANDER to my GRANDSLAM</title><content type='html'>BSLC = 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Its already been 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS PLS PLS. I don't wanna be posted BACK to PLC AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those in Tekong. Enjoy your stay on that island. Those few months there would most probably be the best time in these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're not ... .&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/7370540-6365352806120560546?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6365352806120560546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6365352806120560546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wander-to-my-grandslam.html' title='i WANDER to my GRANDSLAM'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-983286217103344235</id><published>2009-10-18T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:45:25.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time.</title><content type='html'>yea. It really is about time I get on it before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow and steady now...&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/7370540-983286217103344235?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/983286217103344235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/983286217103344235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-time.html' title='about time.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5396880525212619403</id><published>2009-10-11T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:59:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fish, the pond, the sea.</title><content type='html'>well, i won't deny that to this very day, i'm still disappointed that i didn't made it to OCS, those who know me would know i want it very much for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm aiming for the chance to crossover from sispec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's look at the requirements eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT - GOLD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (heck, i'm still one pull-up away from SILVER, what, GOLD?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Grades for the various tests - Eh, you're looking at an Average Joe, nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came the reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so bad about a big fish staying inside a small pond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really worth the effort for the big fish to defy all odds and get into the sea, though big fish has no idea how the sea really is like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is the fish EVEN a big enough fish to begin with, to get into the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflections, reflections, reflections~&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/7370540-5396880525212619403?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5396880525212619403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5396880525212619403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/10/fish-pond-sea.html' title='the fish, the pond, the sea.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6779789210285605707</id><published>2009-10-04T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:04:55.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advices.</title><content type='html'>i WAS overly concern with my future the past week. But sometimes, all it takes is one phone call, and it get rids of the worries and calms you down, and get your back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks cuz, for being the big brother figure I never had. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always good to plan, but it doesn't change the fact that even life itself, takes one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to infinity, and beyond! xD&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/7370540-6779789210285605707?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6779789210285605707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6779789210285605707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/10/advices.html' title='advices.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8171778128753843560</id><published>2009-09-27T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:06:18.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the path ahead is so....</title><content type='html'>Girls tend to mature earlier than guys, thus, they would had plan for their future while boys are running after one another or playing Pokemon cards or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I started to think about my future, I realise it ain't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To put it simply, LIFE SUCKS!&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/7370540-8171778128753843560?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8171778128753843560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8171778128753843560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/09/path-ahead-is-so.html' title='the path ahead is so....'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4304582094983124249</id><published>2009-09-21T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:56:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't meant to be easy.</title><content type='html'>this temporary civilian life is totally enjoyable, and all good things come to an end. Mine ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be reporting to SISPEC tomorrow morning, and there, the second phrase of my army life begins. I doubt it would be as manageable as it was in BMT, but PRIVATE LIM will try his best! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, alittle back then, when things, tend to just 'go my way', life was smooth and easy, but lately, things started to change, I guess it is reality setting in, I got to experience that, things don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; go your way, and when it doesn't, you gotta work your way through. Some might laugh why is it that it is till now do I know of this, but it only goes to show how good life &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's various things I gotta apply this on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what else can I say? Time to start working, dude. =)&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/7370540-4304582094983124249?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4304582094983124249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4304582094983124249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-wasnt-meant-to-be-easy.html' title='it wasn&apos;t meant to be easy.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2780786450642457933</id><published>2009-09-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:33:04.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>civilian life.</title><content type='html'>i'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week left. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2780786450642457933?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2780786450642457933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2780786450642457933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/09/civilian-life.html' title='civilian life.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8411884450840058185</id><published>2009-09-10T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:08:21.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P4205</title><content type='html'>well yes, on 8th of sep, I POP-ed. POP LOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pass three months has been a pretty smooth journey for me in tekong, met great people, had my ups &amp;amp; downs, went through what i thought were hellfire &amp;amp; brimstone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but survived it)&lt;/span&gt;, learned many things a soldier should know of, experience new stuffs, break limits, ... the list would go on and on lah. Seriously, BMT's fun for me. And I doubt the rest of my NS journey would be like this. I urge people who are still having BMT, or going in SOON &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hi mel!)&lt;/span&gt;, to treasure the time you have in there. Live for the moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS RECRUIT L H LIM, P4205, Pegasus Coy, Platoon 4, Section 2, Bed 5.&lt;br /&gt;Now? I'm PRIVATE L H LIM. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-8411884450840058185?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8411884450840058185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8411884450840058185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/09/p4205.html' title='P4205'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3611084114652379869</id><published>2009-09-06T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:42:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Always Ready..... to POP!"</title><content type='html'>One more Draw Arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Graduation Parade Rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Stand By Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Route March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One POP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3611084114652379869?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3611084114652379869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3611084114652379869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-ready-to-pop.html' title='&quot;Always Ready..... to POP!&quot;'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-704754764231748130</id><published>2009-08-30T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:56:06.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commander | Man {where's the balance?}</title><content type='html'>it got me so down, the moment i couldn't pull up the fifth one. with all other stations obtaining silver standards, chin-up was the biggest hurdle left. and i didn't clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i'm pretty sure my odds of getting into OCS is wee low. and there's goes my dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came what i thought was the light at the end of the tunnel - Military Police interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for it and felt pretty good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realise, IF i were to get into MP, i'll be nothing but a Man. And like, SERIOUSLY? a MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;that's what my two years would be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i decided, i have no choice but to take the longer route, get into SISPEC, and from there, try my luck at another shot into OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with all these said, i still do not know the result of my posting, and honestly, its not up to me anyway. =S&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/7370540-704754764231748130?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/704754764231748130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/704754764231748130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/08/commander-man-wheres-balance.html' title='Commander | Man {where&apos;s the balance?}'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5001490919388954791</id><published>2009-08-23T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:22:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU READY?</title><content type='html'>and so, here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make or Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 more days to POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you're not down with that, then I got two words for ya... SUCK IT!&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/7370540-5001490919388954791?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5001490919388954791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5001490919388954791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ready.html' title='ARE YOU READY?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6228413363469569464</id><published>2009-08-17T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:31:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the beginning, near the end.</title><content type='html'>8th Sep. Its not that far away. Can you hear the 'POP' sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's hindering me now is... 10 more pull-ups, 20cm of SBJ, and 1 minute faster in 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the remedial trainings and whats-nots, I don't care, just make me pass me IPPT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;starcrossed. your diamond tears. i'll catch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6228413363469569464?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6228413363469569464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6228413363469569464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-beginning-near-end.html' title='at the beginning, near the end.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4159950644078090284</id><published>2009-08-10T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:00:49.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, c'mon, take a SIT.</title><content type='html'>Yea, yea, SIT test is over. Its actually this.. 3D2N outfield where we're all split up and regroup with peeps from other platoons, tasked to missions of which the IC and 2IC role is rotated around. Basically, to test whether one has what it takes to go command school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Marksmanship, Hand Grenade Throw, Field Camp, SIT Test, and all the minor tests all over, and just four and a half more weeks to POP, there's only two more things left to conquer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT and SOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAY! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4159950644078090284?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4159950644078090284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4159950644078090284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-cmon-take-sit.html' title='Hey, c&apos;mon, take a SIT.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5360720077323923505</id><published>2009-08-02T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:58:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL KAMB</title><content type='html'>ITS OVER! Actually, it wasn't all that bad, I'll just random write down all that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, RAIN. sleeping area was flooded and muddy, whatever. still slept in the tent that is not long enough to accommodate my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was one night, freakin' WILD BOARS came to attack our rations, didn't attack me and my buddies' tent, but I definitely hear them around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eh, about the rations, the COMBAT rations, its not all that bad lah. Some are edible, while some are.. =S&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm hooked onto the biscuits sia, freakin' nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically learned how to fight in times of war or whatever, pretty fun, got the chance to play what i would call, "war games" with the commanders, but at the end of it, when you returned home, you realise you have tons of bruises(black-green in hokkien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't shit for the whole... 6days 5nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 1 night, had the chance to bath with water, the rest were all, POWDER~&lt;br /&gt;(to those who care, i GOT CHANGE UNDERWEAR. 2 DAYS CHANGE ONE PAIR. GOT IMPROVEMENT AH!xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the digging of the shell scrape has to be the most, most shag one. Especially when you are like.. 184cm. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night duty was lucky for me, no commanders came to ka jiao, but I had to keep eating snacks to stay awake for the 2 hours shift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~ i'm posting this post just 2 hours b4 my book-in timing, so pardon me if I couldn't remember everything. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, the most amazing thing I would say, after the field camp, I went home to weigh myself, I LOST FREAKIN' FIVE KILOGRAMS. that's very scary. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry to those who msn-ed me, no time to reply! SO SORRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5360720077323923505?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5360720077323923505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5360720077323923505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-kamb.html' title='FEEL KAMB'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4479101399000978268</id><published>2009-07-26T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:32:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma SURVIVOR!</title><content type='html'>the biggest highlight last week was... GRENADE THROW! pretty fun, but when the grenade was in my pouch, it was pretty.. scary. after all, the pouch was right in front of my chest. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is field camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing much to say about it. let's just hope i can survive it eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4479101399000978268?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4479101399000978268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4479101399000978268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/07/imma-survivor.html' title='imma SURVIVOR!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1871601738639855907</id><published>2009-07-20T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:54:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to go sky high</title><content type='html'>eh, my bad on the last post. i DID get marksman. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: 14/16&lt;br /&gt;Night: 12/16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE DOT MARKSMAN FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up this week is Hand Grenade Test, I think it should be a breeze, and because of the Singapore Discovery Centre National Education Excursion on Saturday, book-in date change to Mon night. And I strongly believe next book-out will be a sat. So its still a 5-day week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1871601738639855907?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1871601738639855907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1871601738639855907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-my-bad-on-last-post.html' title='to go sky high'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-433863052612766909</id><published>2009-07-12T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:39:52.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one down, two to go.</title><content type='html'>to PASS BMT, you gotta pass three stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Range Shooting,&lt;br /&gt;IPPT,&lt;br /&gt;Field Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about going into units' criteria, just simply, PASSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its one down, range shooting is over, but my score's SADLY at 25/32. I do pass, but if I were to just get one more shot, 26, i would be a marksman. This totally reminds me of back in sec sch NPCC, where I too, lack one point to be a marksman. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History do repeats itself eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPPT is basically NAPFA in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Field Camp is well, camping in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once again, *POOF*, and one month's gone already. just two more months to go. =)&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/7370540-433863052612766909?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/433863052612766909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/433863052612766909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='one down, two to go.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5203707108815872431</id><published>2009-07-05T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:20:31.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's leaving.</title><content type='html'>Well, last weekend, sent Eileen off to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, sent Yun Ting off to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its two weeks straight that my bookouts are spent sending people off&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(two weeks of Popeye's too. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, Ken left. Chanel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time to come, Bong will be leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if its not leaving for overseas, they are people still 'leaving'. Phylis and Ying Chian will no longer be Seng Kang-ers in the future. Both of them are moving house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one cant possible stay stagnant in life, though staying at the same spot can be comforting cause you're pretty much used to it, and its easier for you to look back into the past and reminisce as compare to if you are moving forward at the same time and looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been great too. Due to H1N1, all activities are conducted at Platoon/Section level, instead of Company, resulting in a stagger in the timetable, which basically led to lots of free/waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this coming week and the ones to follow would be more interesting. This coming week, going for marksmen test, next next week is field camp I think. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*POOF* and 3 weeks' over in an instance, just 10 more weeks to POP! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5203707108815872431?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5203707108815872431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5203707108815872431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/07/everybodys-leaving.html' title='Everybody&apos;s leaving.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6636134960609355488</id><published>2009-06-28T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:25:48.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough times don't last, tough men do.</title><content type='html'>the above quote was told to me, and I lived by it to get through the 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there, as slow as time may pass, it still does! Meaning, no matter what happens, time just keep moving FORWARD, seconds by seconds. And somehow, by all these tick-tocks, I'll done with the confinement already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It not that tough as I thought, though there are days when the training really takes its tow on you, but you'll still get by, but I believe things would definitely change as TIME passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked out on thursday, and going back in today, this is probably the longest bookout time I'll ever get but its definitely well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all back in 5 days! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time, Friend or Foe?&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/7370540-6636134960609355488?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6636134960609355488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6636134960609355488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/06/tough-times-dont-last-tough-men-do.html' title='tough times don&apos;t last, tough men do.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3995094893942868631</id><published>2009-06-10T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:54:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and then, it was in your face</title><content type='html'>truth is, I really don't fear much about 'going in', heck, if we trace back, Fabian was probably the first few of my friends who went in and look at him now! He's still good! Ken's almost done with his two years.. Kah Hao and Yock Siong etc. still has but one year to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. I'll try to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMUNE TO FEAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the next 14 days to come would be the longest in my life but hey, time flies, remember? I'm sure I'll be out in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel's going to Aussie(Melbourne)&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ting's going to Aussie(Melbourne)&lt;br /&gt;Eileen's going to Aussie(Queensland)&lt;br /&gt;Jelisa's going to Aussie(Melbourne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things in common here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all girls who don't need to serve NS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(BOOO!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are... rich.&lt;br /&gt;They are all going to Aussie to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait, the main focus here is that, in life, short farewells are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would be gone for as short as two years and as long as SEVEN years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it, we all know they would be back, and they definitely would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey of 2 years, the 'from-boys-to-men' transformation yada-yada, begins tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, it'll be over before you know. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the 14 days i mean, as for the rest of the 2 years... eh, chill yo! take your time! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: On the lighter side of note, can someone help me collect the LAST cup from Mac?! xD I'll be confined for two weeks and that's the only cup I lack! PLS PLS PLS!! THANKS! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3995094893942868631?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3995094893942868631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3995094893942868631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-then-it-was-in-your-face.html' title='... and then, it was in your face'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6724400835391589661</id><published>2009-05-29T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:12:19.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep YET meaningless</title><content type='html'>hmph. went back to RP to collect my transcript, had a small chat with cher and its mostly about my uni choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, its a definite N-O, no to engineering. NTU's cool and all, but engineering is boring&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry to all engineering enthusiast if you exist, maybe its just me)&lt;/span&gt;. But you can't argue that the career prospects is pretty stable&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still boring though)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like Jelisa said, I choose SMU's Social Science Degree simply because, it looked interesting to study. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, c'mon~ when you have no idea what is it that you want to do in life, when you are at the many junctions in life where your choices affect your future, everyone would definitely have the feeling of LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the only few things I know about what I want my future career to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opportunity to interact with people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of use to the society&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stable, with decent/good pay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With career advancement prospects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;At one look, it seems easy right? For one, a TEACHER fulfills the criteria. But think again, my criteria's are pretty much the basic stuff that MOST career holds! Heck, even a GIGOLO can do 3/4 of the above&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i don't know if there's such thing as senior gigolos or smth. xD)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my junction right now. but its good to know there's still time for me to think it through. the time starts on june 11th. lol. But it still doesn't change the fact that all is but deep &lt;s&gt;and&lt;/s&gt;yet meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6724400835391589661?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6724400835391589661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6724400835391589661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/deep-yet-meaningless.html' title='deep YET meaningless'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-296258210377279267</id><published>2009-05-17T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:44:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>you know, I can totally relate my current job with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are pretty much boring, with not much peaks to be excite about, well, maybe sometimes, one or two might pop out, but they are not exactly major tasks like... save earth from those evil space aliens etc, just tasks that any tom, dick and harry can manage. But all these can change when you have a goal in mind, a target you want to achieve. Something which you know is totally worth it, even if it means there's risk involve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my goal, my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, my motivation to work is... OVER 9000! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-296258210377279267?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/296258210377279267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/296258210377279267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6466779643731954357</id><published>2009-05-16T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:42:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doors</title><content type='html'>there's this saying about doors, like, when one door closes on you, there'll be another that open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty true actually, but for mine, a door opened, before another closed. At work, yesterday, SMU called and scheduled me for an interview on the 28th. Upon reaching home, I receive NUS's letter of rejection. How uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work was awesomeness. Its now the third day, with 7 more days to go. Apart from the fact that the workplace is EPIC-ly dusty, like, just drop something on the ground and the dust will be swirling everywhere and the freaky microwaves are FARKING heavy, work is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: my job is a porter, supposedly help patrons of Best Denki carry their heavier and bulkier stuffs, but ended up as warehouse's porter, carry goods down from warehouse to their roadshow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Welfare is awesomeness too! For the first time since ALL the jobs that I've ever work before, ITS TOTALLY ALRIGHT FOR YOU TO SLEEP! LOL! Like, literally, when there's nothing to do, you can just find some corner, AND SLEEP! And you get paid while doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to bed. Morning shift tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6466779643731954357?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6466779643731954357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6466779643731954357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/doors.html' title='doors'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4082775565755322607</id><published>2009-05-11T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:54:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>notice in the term, 'family and friends', FAMILY comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry mum, I promise this is the last year I'm empty-handed for Mother's Day.&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/7370540-4082775565755322607?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4082775565755322607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4082775565755322607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-and-friends.html' title='Family and Friends'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7111373311398613787</id><published>2009-05-09T05:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:16:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because there's more things in life</title><content type='html'>Well, its always good to have a nice chat with your ex&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(provided you're still friends, and I do mean real friends, not just 'hi-bye' friends)&lt;/span&gt;, because they are the ones whom you have nothing to hide from, for they were once the people who really got to know the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who needed the talk, but it progressed more from that, and after it, I realised a whole bunch of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, I concluded that for there are three types/ways of people who seek love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 'trial &amp;amp; errors'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A common sight in sec sch, this week you're with Jane, next week you're with Angeline, the next you're with Lilian. Well, to some, it is not exactly a "right" thing to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(consider the amount of broken hearts you leave along the trail)&lt;/span&gt;, but you have to admit it, it is one of the best ways to find love. For it is the one you get to really know who is it that you are searching for, and admit it, with so much practice, when you meet THE ONE, you'll be more than ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Opportunist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what is it that you seek, and all your simply need are opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Patience One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't seek it, you believe that when it comes, it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Can't think of more, tell me if you can think of new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I realise how screwed I really really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am currently jobless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bank has like, S$7.08.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still taking allowance from parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no wishes to rely any much more on my parents, for stuffs like, learning driving, uni fees, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm the only child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention I'm jobless, and I have NO SAVINGS?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And compared to my peers around me, who definitely have more grasp and control of their financial status, or those who already had plans for future, or even those who AT LEAST have a job, what is it that I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and to think I've been worrying about stuffs that compared to all of these, and all that's to come, is so puny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as I hate growing up, it is still going to happen. Time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks phylis, and YES I know LOVE IS THE MOST POWERFUL THING. lmao.&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/7370540-7111373311398613787?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7111373311398613787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7111373311398613787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-theres-more-things-in-life.html' title='Because there&apos;s more things in life'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3806960937658758539</id><published>2009-05-08T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:13:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because that's what friends do, they help one another.</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, selling his Wii for S$180. 3 months old, very good condition, not modded, comes with Wii Sports and 3 more original games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have friends who own blogshops! Do visit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dloefa.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dloefa.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://me-you-n-her.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://me-you-n-her.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3806960937658758539?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3806960937658758539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3806960937658758539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-thats-what-friends-do-they-help.html' title='Because that&apos;s what friends do, they help one another.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2697685461563839653</id><published>2009-05-06T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:56:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>至尊宝：曾经有一份真诚的爱情摆在我的面前，但是我没有珍惜。等到了失去的时候才后悔莫及，尘世间最痛苦的事莫过于此。如果上天可以                         给我一个机会再来一次的话，我会跟那个女孩子说"我爱她"。如果非要 把这份爱加上一个期限，我希望是一万年！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCZsu1wiVpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCZsu1wiVpU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from &lt;span class="description"&gt;西遊記大結局之仙履奇緣 A Chinese Odyssey Part Two - Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An instant CLASSIC.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL funshion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-2697685461563839653?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2697685461563839653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2697685461563839653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-quote-of-day.html' title='Movie Quote of the day'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-883568778489027689</id><published>2009-05-05T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:57:43.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten thoughts</title><content type='html'>as usual, did nothing constructive. but I must say, Funshion is a nice way to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficially dub 'the bittorrent for girls who know nuts about IT', Funshion makes searching for 'media files' a BREEZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The working principle is just like BT, its just that it is a superly organised, user-friendly, fast and efficient, and basically not much complains except everything only comes with chinese subs. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the oldies comedies by Stephen Chow. What can I say YO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school is cool! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-883568778489027689?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/883568778489027689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/883568778489027689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/05/rotten-thoughts.html' title='Rotten thoughts'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-671874577640437158</id><published>2009-04-27T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:05:09.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Deal</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sure all the boys have checked online and found out their enlistment date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LETTER&lt;/span&gt; is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11th. They are summoning me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-671874577640437158?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/671874577640437158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/671874577640437158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/raw-deal.html' title='Raw Deal'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2866822950190989611</id><published>2009-04-25T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:37:21.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>({)(})(K)</title><content type='html'>Before everything, guess what, yours truly is going to be a soldier, a recruit, and probably turn from boy to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enlistment date is on 11-Jun-2009. Your reporting unit is TRAINING LIST BMT CENTRE SCHOOL 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Har Paw Villa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Jurong Bird Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Club for the last time or something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the list could go and on...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but of course, The Cage is a must, and I guess of all the things I wanna do before NS, I really really just want a nice dinner, with all the great people. Good food, talk cock for the last time, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Sentosa Outing was NAIS(word of the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Memories Alone - Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song, go listen plox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: In times of dire straits, SAVE YOURSELF. Remember that, FJ, all man for themselves in times of trouble.&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/7370540-2866822950190989611?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2866822950190989611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2866822950190989611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/k.html' title='({)(})(K)'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-21887212339859747</id><published>2009-04-20T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:31:17.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's OUT!</title><content type='html'>RP reopens school today. In fact, an hour from now, lesson would had started for me for the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that's not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW~~~ I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Alby got into NTU as well, SAME degree too! The first thing I thought of was Sec3 and 4, where we sit beside one another raising havoc in our little ways in class. And of course, sleeping through lessons(alby did more of this, I swear.) and all. Guess we might have a chance to relive those days.... 2 years from now? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-21887212339859747?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/21887212339859747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/21887212339859747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s OUT!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6292489311197582409</id><published>2009-04-14T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:09:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey Mr Postman!</title><content type='html'>just came back from cypher camp, entered room, saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LETTER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start it off, as of this period, I totally think letters these days bring only bad/negative news. Things you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T WANNA SEE&lt;/span&gt;, like... utilities bills, phone bills&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;-- not that I'm the one paying)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARMY LETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, gone are the days I would receive festive cards and birthday cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter came from NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MOMENT I saw the letter, the first word that came to my mind was - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REJECTION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still find the letter sarcastic as it came with the words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WITH NTU, YOU'VE GOT A GREAT FUTURE AHEAD OF YOU'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people I know, or the people who my friends know who got into uni APPEARS to be called/emailed, not via mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in! Degree in Electrical &amp;amp; Electronic Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I felt the 3 seconds of surprise when I first read it, subsequently, I wasn't exactly happy, I don't even know what emotion I was feeling. I guess, I was confuse? For I am not sure Engineering would be what I want for my career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%#^$&amp;amp;^!%#&amp;amp;*(^*%&amp;amp;$^#%%$^#&amp;amp;%*$^($^*^%!@%#$&amp;amp;$*%&amp;amp;^%($^#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad Mum said to accept it first, go in army, spent the two years to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Mr Postman! Where's my next letter?&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/7370540-6292489311197582409?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6292489311197582409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6292489311197582409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-mr-postman.html' title='hey Mr Postman!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7943020395711695813</id><published>2009-04-11T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:13:35.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived. Raised Hell. Graduated.</title><content type='html'>Blue Graduation Gown, walks up stage, receives Diploma + Transcript from Dr Wang Jian Guo, leaves stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That amount of time, and roughly 10sec of what was mentioned above marked the end of it. Where's the justice in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Trigger --&gt; First meeting w/ FMT --&gt; First Breakout --&gt; Second meeting w/ Worksheet --&gt; Second Breakout --&gt; Third meeting w/ 6P --&gt; Quiz + Evaluations &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Team + Personal)&lt;/span&gt; + RJ, all but a past routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 modules, 6 semesters, best 14 out of 16 weeks, best 3 out of 4 UTs, 40 CE points. Now all these numbers mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Student Ambassador, joining the Cyriva family, becoming an EXCO, all the camps, activities, ushering work, meetings, sleepovers in school, SARS, re:vantage launch, Xpedition Khmer, Cypheriva Halloween, the 3 mass dances, all but memories of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating at Cafe 155 aka W1 Canteen, then Food Haven aka W4 Canteen, then W6 Koufu, TRCC cafe, and the W4 Economic Rice Uncle asking, "Yao jia fan ma?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(add rice?)&lt;/span&gt; Yao mayo ma?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(want mayo?)&lt;/span&gt;", tastes and favours which cant be look forward to during breakouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Misses? Surely.&lt;br /&gt; Go back in time to relive these 3 years? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY!&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/7370540-7943020395711695813?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7943020395711695813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7943020395711695813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrived-raised-hell-graduated.html' title='Arrived. Raised Hell. Graduated.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5713159937764164526</id><published>2009-04-05T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:08:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been-tanned to go back jump, go jump GO!</title><content type='html'>the experience in bintan was awesome. After all, it was definitely a first we ever went on a trip overseas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen desmond's amazingly small sling bag which he packed for 3D2N trip&lt;br /&gt;I understand now why Leong Kian is always late coming out with us after knowing how long he takes to shower&lt;br /&gt;I've finally saw a sea way cleaner than Sentosa, but still taste as salty&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a room with 10 other half naked boys at the same time, and it felt weird&lt;br /&gt;I got introduced to a fun game called, Go back jump, Go jump go!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fujie got like, semi-drunk, and how ridiculous he was&lt;br /&gt;I played banana boat for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I went snorkeling for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I saw how romantic/funny Aik Kim was when he recorded that last words vid for Pam&lt;br /&gt;I saw corals&lt;br /&gt;I saw a jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;I got bitten by a fish&lt;br /&gt;I got hit by a paintball on my shoulder which was already sun burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMV-YJdRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lOMVEjT4lpE/s1600-h/DSCN2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMV-YJdRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lOMVEjT4lpE/s200/DSCN2369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227637631841554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMWGVyMnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YgUa7GR3k3s/s1600-h/DSCN2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMWGVyMnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YgUa7GR3k3s/s200/DSCN2388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227639769412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMWpf43_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PvFOmIXpwWQ/s1600-h/DSCN2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMWpf43_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PvFOmIXpwWQ/s200/DSCN2440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227649207033842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMXPh6iXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6-zEpZpa2t0/s1600-h/DSCN2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMXPh6iXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6-zEpZpa2t0/s200/DSCN2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227659416078706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMXMoGO1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZWq6n5NGguo/s1600-h/DSCN2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMXMoGO1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZWq6n5NGguo/s200/DSCN2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227658636704594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after my return was my SEG Prom, and I was still buying my stuffs on the day itself. =X Special thanks to Bin and @men for accompanying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom was great, I get to see my FYP mates, DAA peeps, other SEG peers, and of course CYRIVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was awarded the cert and a plaque from Cyriva, I went back in time to when I first joined Cyriva, of which I was alone. As in, I didn't joined with friends or whatever, and then I met Teacher Linda, Tertius, Sky, Nisa, Steve, Aizhen, along with the other seniors, then batch after batch, more juniors and friends came along and got Cyriva to where it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyriva's been fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Awarded Mr Glam for the night, but I know I don't deserve it, and I know you who is reading this probably think so too. Because those who know me know I'm miles away from the word Glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the only reason I won was because of Cyriva and some peeps of mine. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Glam were suppose to do a dance segment, and apart from the 3 Mass Dance I did with Jelisa, I probably know nothing else, EXCEPT, to SHUFFLE! Since I was a beginer, I did a simple V-walk and I got away with it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a ipod Shuffle. Thanks all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited to bin, who was in turn invited by Andrew to go to "Butter Factory" after prom. Met up with @men, Bin and kaile and off we went. The address Andrew gave was opposite Clarke Quay's Central, which wasn't exactly where I remembered BF was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, *POOF*, Butter Factory turned into Nova. LOL! big time communication error, but oh well, who cares, we're all there to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro-ed go back jump, go jump go to the group and we played. We suck. At least at Bintan, with FTW, we hit 20+, but with us 4, we didn't even reach 20. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender gave us Truth or Dare and we played too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank one bottle of Heineken, prolly two glass of tiger, 3 FREE lime w/vodka shot(it was on the house!), 1/6 jug of Jack Daniel's(some birthday boy's treat) and I was DOWN. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I smoked, with @men(the bartender gave us one stick. woot! freebies are win!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I kept falling and standing up and shouting, "NO PROBLEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I puked, like finally, which was what I also wanted to experience on the taxi back to @men's place. And of course it didn't felt good. Now I know how Lester felt, as he puked like 23421515 times in Bintan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I should stop drinking.&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not stop, but not to drink too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5713159937764164526?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5713159937764164526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5713159937764164526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-tanned-to-go-back-jump-go-jump-go.html' title='been-tanned to go back jump, go jump GO!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/SdjMV-YJdRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lOMVEjT4lpE/s72-c/DSCN2369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4008902767356496955</id><published>2009-04-01T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:25:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go.</title><content type='html'>At 6am, I'm suppose to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7am, I'm suppose to be at Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am, WE'RE suppose to board Bus 87.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10.30am, WE must reach Tanah Merah Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am, WE depart for Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 4.20am. I'm still bright awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better try to catch some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majulah Singapura, Majulah Singapura. lol.&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/7370540-4008902767356496955?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4008902767356496955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4008902767356496955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-2144932392422195146</id><published>2009-03-31T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:28:06.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FTW Times</title><content type='html'>The  FTW Times, updating news about FTW as and when needed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest news is just in, Aik Kim, along with Leong Ming will be joining us for the trip, adding to the grand total of ELEVEN participants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though there is an increment of two more members, the room consisting of Desmond, Kai Sen and Jing Kai shall still remain and citizens were all happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the charges of the activities there to allow you to gauge your budget. (All figures taken off brochure given by Aik Kim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Terrain Vehicles(ATV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quad Bikes - S$50(1hr)/S$30(1/2hr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dune Bikes - S$75(1hr)/S$50(1/2hr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirt Bikes - S$50(1hr)/S$30(1/2hr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster Trucks - S$10/10mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountain Bikes - S$6/hr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go-Kart Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S$24.80(Day Thrill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S$30.30(Night Thrill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power Paintball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S$35/pax(50 paintballs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S$100 for additional 500 paintballs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JetSKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Riders per JetSki @ S$100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no need to change currency as they do accept SGD(S$) over there(stated by Aik Kim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to Aik Kim and his cousin, we'll get to enjoy 20% off all Seasports Activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Ferry departs at 11am, so we need to be at Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal @10am. Just to be safe, as the waiting time for the bus varies, we shall depart Compass Point at LATEST 0800. Meet at 0700 for Breakfast, with that being said, tonning at FJ house should be reconsidered as there's no need for us to catch the first bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ferry ride takes about 45mins, and there's a 1 hour difference in time. So departing @11am from Singapore, we'll arrive Bintan @11am too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check-in time is 3pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the new mall located opposite Bugis Junction is now opened, as it is still very new, there's not alot of shops opened yet, the only reason you might want to patronise the mall now would probably be because of the new movie threatre. Not GV, not Cathay, not Eng Wah, its called FilmGarde (they have another branch at Kallang Leisure Park). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7370540-2144932392422195146?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2144932392422195146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/2144932392422195146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/ftw-times.html' title='The FTW Times'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6402547994263266793</id><published>2009-03-29T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:30:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan --&gt; Fun --&gt; FTW!</title><content type='html'>Hey dudes, here's the To-bring list in case you all need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1     X Boardshorts/Swimming Trucks (optional, but obviously for beach activities)&lt;br /&gt;1-2 X Towel (unless you do not wish to bath)&lt;br /&gt;3-4 X Undergarments (personal preference. =X)&lt;br /&gt;1     X Toiletries (personal preference.)&lt;br /&gt;3     X Top (includes one for sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;2     X Berms (one for sleeping too)&lt;br /&gt;1     X Personal Medication&lt;br /&gt;1-2 X Ziploc Bags(Large)/Plastic Bags&lt;br /&gt;1     X Googles (probably for myself only. lol)&lt;br /&gt;1     X Suntan/Sunblock Lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totally optional/non-essentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1     X PSP&lt;br /&gt;1     X iPod or any other mp3 players&lt;br /&gt;1     X Poker Cards&lt;br /&gt;1     X Tidbits, snacks, cup noodles, etc&lt;br /&gt;1     X Camera (though optional, I really hope someone brings this. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Retards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1     X Passport&lt;br /&gt;~     X Money(S$200 minimum to be safe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6402547994263266793?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6402547994263266793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6402547994263266793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/bintan-fun-ftw.html' title='Bintan --&gt; Fun --&gt; FTW!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-519915456413359397</id><published>2009-03-28T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:56:34.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Gods in a CAGE</title><content type='html'>Today, @men joined "me and my ten friends" aka FTW! to play soccer at Kallang's Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not score,&lt;br /&gt;I missed a couple of saves,&lt;br /&gt;I got hit at the... sensitive region, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 'Hotel for Dogs' while some went to play L4D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first when I didn't know who was sitting behind me, the dude was like, KEEP KICKING MY SEAT THAT I FELT SO IRRITATED I FELT LIKE JUST TURNING AROUND AND JUMPING ON HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I turned around, I realise it was just a kid. Probably his legs are short and he needs to 'kick' himself to the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't change the fact that what he did was irritating. Ok, I'll let this one slip&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I already did. lol)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad @men was able to converse with my peeps, as at the bare minimum, they have soccer as the common topic, more glad that @men's club ain't ManU&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no offence to ManU fans out there)&lt;/span&gt;, or he will probably get shoot just like JK was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after everything, @men sent an sms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks dude... And your friend. And the whole movie thing as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never call him out again if he still sends such gay nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: PAX is an Acronym for Passengers. I don't understand why 'X' represents 'ssengers', but whatever man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-519915456413359397?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/519915456413359397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/519915456413359397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-gods-in-cage.html' title='Two Gods in a CAGE'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3672727727046951864</id><published>2009-03-25T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:51:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream.</title><content type='html'>Well, I was suppose to be playing bball with FTW just now, but I kinda doze off on the bed while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had a dream. I dreamed of PEACOCKS appearing at my house. Yes. P.E.A.C.O.C.K.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the birds I could have dreamed of, like, cool ones, Phoenix, Griffin, even a freakin' CONDOR would be better than a peacock right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing I remember about peacocks relating to me was the Leadership Style Test Ms. Gan let us do before Xpedition Khmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 main types of leaders, and 5 hybrids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACOCK&lt;br /&gt;Owl&lt;br /&gt;Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hybrids are a mixture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Result was Peacock. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it a sign to... ask me go Jurong Bird Park? LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3672727727046951864?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3672727727046951864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3672727727046951864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5289697063936263923</id><published>2009-03-25T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:11:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Legends! comes to life!</title><content type='html'>In Facebook's Rock Legends!, I'm a level 50 bassist, this is the highest level you can obtain, and I should be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we all know whatever you achieve in the virtual world, is.. well, virtual. You can be a level 999 Magician or Knight or whatever, but at the end of the day, in real life, you are just.. you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play games for thrill, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a level 50 bassist touches a real bass guitar for the first time in close to 4 years, guess what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he suck. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't stretch his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't remember the frets to play, even though there's only 4 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(though bassist are suppose to be the rhythm of the band)&lt;/span&gt; catch the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt good to play a bass. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BASSISTS FOR UNDERRATED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5289697063936263923?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5289697063936263923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5289697063936263923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-legends-comes-to-life.html' title='Rock Legends! comes to life!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3360072740050391878</id><published>2009-03-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:04:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping a Friend</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, friend selling JJ Lin's Concert Tix, tag on the board if you're interested! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do check out http://dloefa.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3360072740050391878?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3360072740050391878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3360072740050391878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/helping-friend.html' title='Helping a Friend'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-5018369946691071741</id><published>2009-03-22T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:16:36.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Mum!</title><content type='html'>Mum went on a holiday with her jie meis. As much as I hope Dad went along&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because if he do, I'll receive a sum of MONEY to "take care of myself over the few days")&lt;/span&gt;, he's here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to re-wear all my clothes at least 6 times because there's no chance in hell I would want to wash the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll TRY to remember to make my own bed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but I still don't understand the need to. I'll mess it that same night again anyway. =\)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making my own breakfast too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe the biggest challenge would be wake up on my own, without mum having to help me. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn. Being independent totally suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-5018369946691071741?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5018369946691071741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/5018369946691071741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-mum.html' title='Bye Mum!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1485471695959758689</id><published>2009-03-21T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:13:49.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Like, FINALLY, I'm back again. Well, recently got back my laptop, it was down for quite awhile, resorting to me having to use my epic old desktop, which, is down now too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many fun things just happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like working at the IT fair, with the most ridiculous looking shirt in the WHOLE of the exhibition center,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting drunk at a friend's birthday party only to end up at another friend's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching 'Coming Soon...' and got twine between fear and humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing L4D and shouting around when teammates aren't near you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And many fun things yet to come, but like, soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The CAGE on 27th!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bintan from 1st to 3rd April&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEG Prom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RP Prom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many upcoming stuffs, the only thing missing from them is... money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1485471695959758689?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1485471695959758689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1485471695959758689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1297137967469702322</id><published>2009-02-18T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:40:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the constant struggle between wants and needs</title><content type='html'>the briefing/interview at SAF career centre for Senior Technician really opened my eyes to something I know I have to see but I've just been forcing my eyes shut for sometime now - my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the 10-year contract/6-year bond is tempting, it pretty much gives me a very very stable job till I'm 55. And I'll have no worries about my house, insurance, car, whatever whats-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above would totally take care of my 'needs' in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a stable income&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a house&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (HDB of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(prolly a honda or something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;BUT! the downsides to taking up this would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'll have NO CHANCE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as stated by Song,)&lt;/span&gt; of going to OCS, of which I would really want to go, after hearing lots about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'll prolly not have a degree, ever. I can choose to take a part-time degree, but imagine doing shift work + juggle between studies, its almost inhumane. lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The above are my 'wants' which are, well, definitely not accomplishable if I took up Senior Tehnician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: as much as I might be saying taking up Senior Tech as a choice, it isn't, I've only went through the interview, I might not get it, but knowing that it is one of my paths is a big headache already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just me, but I really think having a degree is necessary and hell I would want to experience uni life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, with my diploma, I CAN choose to just go test for the license, and from there I can be a qualified aircraft technician.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ok, prolly still need some time lah, I made it sound TOO easy. xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for my university applications....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aerospace Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanical Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Electrical &amp;amp; Electronic Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communication Studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanical Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Electrical Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project &amp;amp; Facilities Management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arts and Social Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;SMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Social Science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor of Science (Economics)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, 3.39 would mean I should be 'squeezing' in many of the above, but hey, at least I'm trying here eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, truth is, somewhere deep down, I know Engineering is not my thang, but going back to the wants and needs again, Engineering is, in my opinion, the easiest to achieve my needs, and with the economy the way it is now, its not really a smart thing to play around/fool around/gamble with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still alil time for me to change my options. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe I should just go NS first, after it, continue my 'have-been-attending-new-schools' streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seng Kang Primary&lt;br /&gt;North Vista Secondary&lt;br /&gt;Republic Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's 4th University?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1297137967469702322?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1297137967469702322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1297137967469702322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/constant-struggle-between-wants-and.html' title='the constant struggle between wants and needs'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1887208397820867905</id><published>2009-02-14T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:39:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet for my Valentine</title><content type='html'>DAA Chalet took alot out of me. Probably for the first time, I had less then 3 hours or even lesser sleeptime over the span of 3D2N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was totally enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of my course mates all the best in their future endeavors. But for MOST of us, it shall be SERVING THE NATION YO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing dad said when he came home yesterday was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a letter for you, army one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WHOA! KNN, SO FAST!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I went to see it, PHEW~ It was interview for a Vocation I preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Force Senior Technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently leaving my particulars at the career fair @ RP sometime back really helped! Although after the fair, they did call me up at home one time but I was asleep, they didn't forgo me! I hope I can pass their interview and get this vocation, at least it guarantees a vocation I wouldn't mind doing for the next 2 years. But I want to go OCS. Can future senior technician go OCS? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while most of my friends probably handed in their university applications, I just started downloading the brochures from the three universities. But I still have no idea what I really want to do in the future. Should I really want to be a aircraft technician, I can already go apply and test for my license with my diploma, I don't even need a degree for it, thus, I really want to study something which.. I really want. But I don't know what I want, which brings me back to a continuous loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck, I'll have the whole of today to think about it, since it is Valentine's Day and as like the previous 3 years, no date. WOO! &lt;-- not something to be proud of right? xD   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES TO ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your single, no worries, just make sure you are not NEXT YEAR! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're NOT single, watch your back, I might set you and your partner up in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;flame&lt;/span&gt;! xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1887208397820867905?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1887208397820867905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1887208397820867905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullet-for-my-valentine.html' title='Bullet for my Valentine'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1629029014375298173</id><published>2009-02-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:12:28.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your deepest fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Disappointment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a fun-loving, energetic, and cheerful person. You love adrenaline rushes, and going out at night. You constantly have to be having a great time to feel completely happy. Your biggest fear is not having anything to do, or having a huge disappointment/let down in your life. You hate being sad, and if something in your life suddenly went wrong it would be extremely hard for you to deal with. Just remember that everyone has to deal with hard times. Stay strong, and pretty soon your fun, party life will get right back the way it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 74%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 69%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 9%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 9%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1629029014375298173?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1629029014375298173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1629029014375298173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-your-deepest-fear.html' title='What is your deepest fear?'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-7654756048001673692</id><published>2009-02-05T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:06:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rogue Night</title><content type='html'>You know how some people tend to make silly mistakes when they gan chiong(in a rush)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a rush for work (recommended by @men, thanks man), which requires a Black Long sleeve shirt. Off I went to friendly'o G2000 to get it, I rushed in, Saw a black shirt, tried the size and went for the counter. I didn't check out the price as I LAST remembered buying a shirt there and it costed around... S$40-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ok.. It end up to be S$59. This was the first @#%$%^* of the day. You see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job --&gt; S$10/hr&lt;br /&gt;I get to work 4 hrs, thus S$40&lt;br /&gt;And the shirt cost S$59&lt;br /&gt;So, S$40 - S$59 =  -S$19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made no money at all! wah cool~ ok, so NEVER MIND~ maybe I'll get to work again at the same place or something, let's just call this an investment. -winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staffs were nice enough to offer to iron for me since I wanted to wear it straight and rush down already, and while looking around... I got the second @%#^$%@$ of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY BLOODY HELL! There's another pile/stack of which has a black long sleeve shirt that costs S$19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$19, what a famaliar amount ah? That's the amount I still had to fork out AFTER deducting my PAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT COULD HAD BEEN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$40 - S$19 = I still earn like S$21!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I paid for my prolly made of top quality silk/cotton, provided by top quality silkworms/cottonworms(?) who ate like top quality leaves or something, bloody ass hell S$59 shirt, i had NOTHING to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this Bar at Raffles Place, Rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say working there was like playing an MMORPG(massively multiplayer online role-playing game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have many people you HAVE to talk to (taking orders)&lt;br /&gt;You will have to carry various equipments (serve food, wine, beer, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really started out at level 1. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was first tasked to be a 'Runner' &lt;-- shit ass job, just run around helping people take order, help people serve drinks, HELP PEOPLE GO 7-11 buy cigarettes, lame ass stuffs lah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I was asked to work behind the bar to 'assist' the bartender, as good as that might sound, I was basically washing the jugs, wine glasses etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I was asked to arrange the jugs and wine glasses etc. that I've washed! &lt;-- that was the highest level I could obtain in the 4 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, when you're at a bar next time, just ASSUME the glasses/jugs and all are clean. Just ASSUME eh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-7654756048001673692?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7654756048001673692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/7654756048001673692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/rogue-night.html' title='Rogue Night'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8837355974008314437</id><published>2009-02-04T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:04:51.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause we all know that...</title><content type='html'>it always easier to run away. Even if it means disappointing people. Even if you know its not the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always take the easier route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-8837355974008314437?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8837355974008314437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8837355974008314437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-we-all-know-that.html' title='&apos;Cause we all know that...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6375351054427066744</id><published>2009-02-04T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:28:27.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness to the maximum</title><content type='html'>This CNY has got to be the craziest one I had. BECAUSE, I have no school after the first days! Unlike Primary, Secondary, and Poly, I USED to have a fixed no. of days to celebrate CNY. But NOW, school's out. I get to enjoy the full CNY Package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty. So much so that my body clock has turned almost upside down. Days are my nights and nights are my days.. which pretty much suck. There was one time, I woke up like... 3am+? And couldn't go back to sleep, and with like... nothing to do. THAT suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course many would suggest I get a job, but with my lazy nature, unless the job is offered str8 to my doorstep, I would prolly, not put in effort in SEEKING one. Though I need the $ for my second Grad Trip. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless girls, who prolly have no choice since they don't have NS as an excuse, I can always say I'm preparing for NS! though all I do is really, sleep. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more years before I REALLY have to contribute to the society somehow. Till then, one word guys, ENJOY! (even if it means just sleeping)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6375351054427066744?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6375351054427066744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6375351054427066744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/02/madness-to-maximum.html' title='madness to the maximum'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8020283106309425455</id><published>2009-01-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:23:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause there's always a full stop to things</title><content type='html'>The last day of school was crazy. It kinda suck actually. Boarded 161 in the morning and it was so empty it didn't had the "feel" of normal school days, damn, it was the last time I might be feeling that! To top it off, my last school day was a pretty.. boring module, and the Faci(Mr Shanbag), ain't the flexible kind, basically, it meant I still have to do work (of which in the end, we relied on a skill we learnt over the years - outsource xD), and after lesson learnt, that wasn't it for me! I stayed back to finish up the incomplete stuffs for SARS III. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AFTER THAT, went off to Flyer to chill with my diploma mates, DAA, being a school cohort of around 70, we're pretty bonded I guess, had a Diploma Chalet(i never go =P) before eh~~~ The second DAA chalet is coming up, I'm definitely not missing out of this one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we chill at a jetty, went star-gazing, played UNO, chit-chat alot, and basically, ton through the night.(understand that SARS III is on the next day. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home --&gt; Sleep for 2 hours --&gt; Bath --&gt; Back to school for SARS III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sheer madness, but I accomplished it still. Well, nothing much to say/comment on SARS III, I'm not exactly affected/disappointed, and I really hope noone else was too. Special thanks to those who gave me a hand when I really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SARS III it was then the SA Year-End Bash, had a good time, awesome videos shown by the juniors, mentee Anna gave me an engraved Parker Pen with my nick, 'Dai'. LOL! Thank you, Anna. Seriously. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my last dance with my dance partner for 2 years Jelisa, doubt I'll ever have the chance to dance with her again, she's leaving for aussie for 7 years for studies. By the time she's back, we would have prolly forgotten the dance steps. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand Trip Photos on Facebook already! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-8020283106309425455?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8020283106309425455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8020283106309425455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-theres-always-full-stop-to-things.html' title='Cause there&apos;s always a full stop to things'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6595836554535912563</id><published>2009-01-20T23:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:12:41.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Khob-Kun-Ka Graduation Trip</title><content type='html'>Hooray, for I've returned! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a nice shower at HOME, for I've not done so for like what, 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have yet to end school, yet to OFFICIALLY graduate from RP, I've went for my first graduation trip(I hope it is not the last), to Thailand, Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6595836554535912563?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6595836554535912563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6595836554535912563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/khob-kun-ka-graduation-trip.html' title='The Khob-Kun-Ka Graduation Trip'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-3024274169371720690</id><published>2009-01-15T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:36:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it's finally here...</title><content type='html'>the riot stopped us before, and now, there's some sudden change in temperature, but give me a hell yeah, we're still gonna go tomorrow night nonetheless. See you all on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand, here we come! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-3024274169371720690?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3024274169371720690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/3024274169371720690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-its-finally-here.html' title='and so it&apos;s finally here...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-4709065664297125452</id><published>2009-01-15T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:12:09.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And its over...</title><content type='html'>ah, it has already been, for the other schools, but finally, for me, today was the day it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me, FYP's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, didn't felt relieve afterwards. Perhaps just as @men was saying, perhaps it is the feeling of 'lost' as the next coming wednesday, I wouldn't know what to do as I'm too use to attending FYP and now that I know its over, I'm surprisingly feeling... down about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey 599, Darren, Melvin, Teckie, Jon. It's been fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-4709065664297125452?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4709065664297125452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/4709065664297125452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-its-over.html' title='And its over...'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-8599788281830112053</id><published>2009-01-08T06:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:47:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; - Fckin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; - Reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; - In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - Extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; - Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; - Dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - Situations&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Thanks, Max/Dick Poh. &lt;/span&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/7370540-8599788281830112053?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8599788281830112053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/8599788281830112053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6169734027556878226</id><published>2009-01-05T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:21:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today it was very boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think it is monday blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time passed slowly like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow i did still pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many times i went to the loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to escape from reality's woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i sure many felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was totally not cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worksheets and ppt have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiz and RJ's they don't rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn i hate this monday blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6169734027556878226?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6169734027556878226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6169734027556878226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-blue.html' title='Monday Blue'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-6927311858170713708</id><published>2009-01-04T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:08:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming 2009!</title><content type='html'>woot! its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; and it sure was a blast these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt; spent their countdown over at Shen Hua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=78881&amp;amp;id=646793008"&gt;Pictures here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , facebook user friendly only. =X Desmond didn't send me the photos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;barrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Heineken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a pole dancer, eh, pole danced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't sit too close to the pole/dancer, its rather... intimidating. =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we SANG! 20minutes on ONE song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think some people might had been just slightly annoyed.. but hey! its OUR time! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we sprayed and got sprayed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we watched an uncle pull off some pretty slick moves, and another uncle making a fool of himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we cheered and cheers to welcome this new year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After Shen Hua, we were supposedly going to Heng DA de Mac&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(huge ass Mac)&lt;/span&gt;, the famous one in kallang, but there were no seats, thus someone suggested Popeye at Changi Airport and off we went! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos with your hand sticking out the windows off a moving car on the highway is eh... dangerous. But still do-able. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home for a much deserved rest, but the next thing I know, I was buying groceries for FTW's Chalet at Giant Tampines already. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teh 209 FTW Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/DSC05219.jpg" alt="DSC05219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 283px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/DSC05218.jpg" alt="DSC05218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; 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height: 532px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w213/daidai250/DSC05274.jpg" alt="DSC05274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am somewhere in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-6927311858170713708?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6927311858170713708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/6927311858170713708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-2009.html' title='Welcoming 2009!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370540.post-1041324903749358367</id><published>2008-12-30T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:42:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009's calling, it said it is just around the corner!</title><content type='html'>Unlike many who might be thinking where to spend the last few moments of 2008 and welcome 2009, for dudes like me, who are like poor and can't afford those overpriced tickets for countdown parties, we shift our attention to something else, something that... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOESN'T COST A SINGLE CENT! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, for me, I've been thinking for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BE THE LAST WORD I WOULD SAY BEFORE 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its uber lame to think about such nonsense, but I put deep thoughts into it actually. The first word that came to my mind was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"f*ck!"&lt;/span&gt; but that is definitely not unique and original. And I'm not saying 2008 has been a fcked up year, but maybe it is for some? Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"hooray!"&lt;/span&gt; but then again, 2008 isn't that much of a "hooray" worth it year for me, and I'm definitely not looking forward to 2009 since there's army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! I still have some time to think about my last word for 2008. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for other poor people out there, here are some innovative&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and UBER lame and desperate)&lt;/span&gt; ways you can spend the countdown. Under S$10!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Sheng Siong and buy the leftover snow nonsense from X'mas, should cost less than a dollar per can I suppose. Afterwhich, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPRAY YOUR TIME AWAY~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy S$10 worth of Slurpee from 7-11. Start drinking @ 11pm and see if you got serious brain freeze before 12am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a float and try to make your way to the Siloso Beach Party via... 'other routes'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy S$10 worth of tidbits and just place them all at your living room table, munch it away and watch tv all night long!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a baseball bat/badminton racket, go to any void deck/carpack and eh, unleash your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FURY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy S$10 worth of water balloons, fill'em up, go to the busy road near to you with a bridge, and eh, you should know the rest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ten friends, and get each yourself a trolley from NTUC or something. After that, play all sorts of racing related games! =DD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change your S$10 to 10cents/5cents coins and throw them at random people your &lt;s&gt;dislike/despise&lt;/s&gt;, then just get away with it by wishing them a happy new year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get S$10 worth of toilet paper and just TP your neighborhood. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, must tear up the S$10 and make that the first dumb thing you did in 2009!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370540-1041324903749358367?l=daidai250.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1041324903749358367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370540/posts/default/1041324903749358367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daidai250.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009s-calling-it-said-it-is-just-around.html' title='2009&apos;s calling, it said it is just around the corner!'/><author><name>Dai Dai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292527290795926230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CdDVGJEFgTA/S1wBR824p1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/odJO4DmKL5Y/S220/n732568618_1123.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
