<?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-7562495851453070170</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:24:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fables and Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1149307816722512783</id><published>2009-11-02T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:44:25.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Happened?</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArtJam, Marmi Pork, Nike Walk, Assignments, Presentations, Quizzes, O Sole Mio, Brown Wrapping Paper, Lost in Bukit Timah and so many many many many many many birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(im scared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1149307816722512783?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1149307816722512783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1149307816722512783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what-happened.html' title='So What Happened?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8826242009561754762</id><published>2009-09-20T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:38:55.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SrYPukgliFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_pVu1OcINwk/s1600-h/8119_137410446442_598681442_3142939_7308513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SrYPukgliFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_pVu1OcINwk/s320/8119_137410446442_598681442_3142939_7308513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383507697316759634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos hijacked from Jiahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I felt that I got to talk about one of the defining phases of my life in NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the CAC 19th Exco as the publication director. And sometime I even think that I'm crazy because theres an internship coming up for the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work has started to set in, the checking of the members list, looking for people to do their job, making sure that they do their job and the neverending number of meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to really appreciate the work behind the scenes, one have to experience it themselves. And boy, its not just art jam that i have to worry about. The entire HR management aspect of it is simply killing me. For those that knows me, im very prone to speaking my mind without putting in any thoughts, not good for someone doing HR at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im not complaining and im sure that once im at the end of my term, i'll look back and say that i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8826242009561754762?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8826242009561754762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8826242009561754762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/09/19th.html' title='19th'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SrYPukgliFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_pVu1OcINwk/s72-c/8119_137410446442_598681442_3142939_7308513_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1102432675848395562</id><published>2009-09-13T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:23:15.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time for updates</title><content type='html'>ok, so theres still people reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had a a quiz which i wasnt fully prepared for. i cant really say that i dont have time. lets say that i didnt manage my time well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, for those that are reading. art jam is still running the post secrets section and i will like YOU to contribute. &lt;a href="http://www.artjampostsecret.com/"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt; for more information. im not sure whether the uploading mechanism works on that website. either pass them to someone thats heading to the cac room or just mail it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Jam Editor&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Actitivties Club&lt;br /&gt;C/O Student Affairs Office&lt;br /&gt;Student Services Centre&lt;br /&gt;642 Nanyang Avenue Singapore 639815&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help out okay? do send me a post secret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1102432675848395562?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1102432675848395562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1102432675848395562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-time-for-updates.html' title='no time for updates'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-9160533519560147076</id><published>2009-08-29T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:02:29.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im outta time</title><content type='html'>Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or there isnt any motivation to write something here. So show me that somebodys still readings this by tagging on the tagboard (shameless attention whoring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped all the tutorials this week, i mean whats the use of attending them if im not even prepared for them.&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock song in acapella? Bad idea. At least i didnt made anyone thats listening feel like chopping their ears off. I feel that people doing the comments are being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the real constructive remarks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8228053.stm"&gt;Noel left Oasis&lt;/a&gt; because i butchered their song during my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my ability to screw up stuff reached greater heights. Think first then speak, not the other way round. They say that the pen is mightier than the sword. To me, the mouth is even mightier than the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should seriously go read what people actually &lt;a href="http://ntuunionday.com/vote.html"&gt;write&lt;/a&gt; on their nomination forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its not such a good idea for someone that couldnt even construct proper sentences be in charge of publications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the pattern of mainly non-Singaporeans running for Union Representatives?&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law in action once again. Why is it that when you want to sneak out of the house (dont ask, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; what you think it is), your parents decide to sleep really late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come everyone thats single is getting 'oh youre so old already better find a girlfriend soon' messages. The problem is, how come im not getting them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/43/40-Year-OldVirginMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 259px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/43/40-Year-OldVirginMoviePoster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they predict that i will remind single for my entire life (high probability of that happening, according to danny).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-9160533519560147076?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9160533519560147076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9160533519560147076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-outta-time.html' title='im outta time'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-408942469682773621</id><published>2009-08-17T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:18:47.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont know danny</title><content type='html'>I know that i shouldnt be affected by such trivial matter but its in my head for the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others' emotions affect me. I should be really happy right now due to my shortlisting but somehow im not. And its emotions of someone that isnt that close to me to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? cheer up okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-408942469682773621?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/408942469682773621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/408942469682773621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-know-danny.html' title='you dont know danny'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2441206192390979450</id><published>2009-08-13T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:24:51.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings of week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SoQ5t8-nFNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bCw8fYN-A44/s1600-h/sharp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SoQ5t8-nFNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bCw8fYN-A44/s320/sharp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480117358105810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SoQ5uZXkFqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4c6zZyH-e_c/s1600-h/sharp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SoQ5uZXkFqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4c6zZyH-e_c/s320/sharp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480124978960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you dont get it, the guy in glasses is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know your music, but it doesnt mean that you can sing. I went for this choir elective audition where there's this guy that's going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh he's a semitone flat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hmmm, he cant follow the rhythm at all'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the entire audition. And hes loud enough to be heard from the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless hes a really good singer, I seriously think that he should keep his remarks to himself, or share them with his friend discretely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's a real slacker that doesnt attend lessons and another has girlfriend duties. Coming soon: Lunch Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you can easily say 'just get other friends to have lunch with you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily said then done. Everyone has their clique thats formed over two years in mse. Its difficult to break into a tightly-knitted group and knowing myself, its even tougher due to my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this weird sense of deja vu. Feels exactly like the chief programmer situation last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered something - Check&lt;br /&gt;Someone else with better qualifications coming into picture - Check&lt;br /&gt;Offered a deputy position - I really hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im underqualified in everything that im trying for, then theres no way that im ever going to be qualified for anything if nobody gives me this break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never compromise in what you believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2441206192390979450?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2441206192390979450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2441206192390979450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-musings-of-week-1.html' title='random musings of week 1'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SoQ5t8-nFNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bCw8fYN-A44/s72-c/sharp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6196199613038344437</id><published>2009-08-10T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:26:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the madness begins</title><content type='html'>A break from FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's started. Not much excitement for the first day. Frankly speaking, i didnt spent much time on the spine today due to my early morning elective at ADM, which was really interesting, and lunch at canteen 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures really boring, i'm still on the sleep at 2am and wake up at 2pm schedule. And add in OJT's sleep inducing voice, its no wonder that 20% of the lecture hall fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's going to be crazy. 5 hours break. Somehow i got a feeling that will be like my mugging session when the mid-terms start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6196199613038344437?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6196199613038344437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6196199613038344437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-madness-begins.html' title='And the madness begins'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7919013814933351247</id><published>2009-08-04T22:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:55:48.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOC: Day 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvdmnfHBdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iEVwxAKGKN8/s1600-h/drugjunkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvdmnfHBdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iEVwxAKGKN8/s320/drugjunkie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367127036446311890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from FOC. Somehow it didnt lived up to the hype. Being an SA is really boring. Either that my OG is boring or I'm boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Morale is easily shattered.&lt;br /&gt;- just one wrong move during the first day and with encouragement from the GLs made the entire group depressed. I dont really know where the group went but judging from the pictures and points they got, I got a feeling that went to slack at one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow during Senior Camp, the RPG isnt that lousy at all. However, that was done with smaller groups and with people that knows each other other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can really talk if I want to&lt;br /&gt;- all the SAs are tasked as station masters and to pass time, there's only one thing to do - talk. And I managed to keep it going for like a couple of hours. Not bad for someone thats known as the 'fiercest senior during the camp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yellow, peach and white on yellow is a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvXkoDefQI/AAAAAAAAAww/6C3frr92e9A/s1600-h/6055_405351050000_576430000_8105605_3323757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvXkoDefQI/AAAAAAAAAww/6C3frr92e9A/s320/6055_405351050000_576430000_8105605_3323757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367120405169339650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Im never an arts person but I know a bad colour combination when I see one. And our flag is one such example. Furthermore, I cant see the group's name on first glimpse. To think that our group has 3 ADM people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*killer slopes ahead&lt;br /&gt;- i wonder if anyone drives a manual vehicle in the area. Its liken to that infamous slope on the Teck Whye test route sans traffic. Its like a nightmare when youre trying to do a three point turn while trying to prevent the engine from stalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the right bus takes forever to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvbkYm_cBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/36lRjnO7NYo/s1600-h/5972_111698641862_565011862_2761730_4174729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvbkYm_cBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/36lRjnO7NYo/s320/5972_111698641862_565011862_2761730_4174729_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367124799069843474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- and the worst thing to come out of that? its full when it comes. Made us play the catch up game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvcLIQDkcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/kRfsgqZLWF4/s1600-h/n598681442_2846478_1146751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvcLIQDkcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/kRfsgqZLWF4/s320/n598681442_2846478_1146751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367125464693576130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we did managed to lead the second pack at the end of the day, coming back from being last in the entire race. Thats like the most satisfying feeling I had out of the entire camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7919013814933351247?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7919013814933351247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7919013814933351247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/08/foc-day-12.html' title='FOC: Day 1/2'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SnvdmnfHBdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iEVwxAKGKN8/s72-c/drugjunkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8905141152853198621</id><published>2009-07-16T02:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:37:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i hate facebook quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358753512512372130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sl4d7YAtPaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PVLw1QqT2fA/s400/OMGBBQfbquiz.jpg" /&gt;I wonder why people still do the quizzes on facebook. I guess they're really bored? Almost 90% of the quizzes are really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you choose red as your favourite colour, swinging around on web, having a mask totally covering your face and loves cracking jokes while fighting enemies, it's obvious that you will be 'Spiderman' in a 'Which Marvel Comic Superhero are you' quiz. Even a 5 year old can see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about it, those that took the quiz sounded so surprised when they saw the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're choking up my news feed, depriving me of news about my friends that really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8905141152853198621?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8905141152853198621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8905141152853198621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-hate-facebook-quizzes.html' title='why i hate facebook quizzes'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sl4d7YAtPaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PVLw1QqT2fA/s72-c/OMGBBQfbquiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5071506046247704081</id><published>2009-07-10T02:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:15:02.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out (again)</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone's really busy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY-0rXQb1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WxVkdMZXtGo/s1600-h/gawi_foc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY-0rXQb1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WxVkdMZXtGo/s320/gawi_foc.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356537881518174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's either FOC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY4KyIeQBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GL3emoSZeKE/s1600-h/tiongwee_quiz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY4KyIeQBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GL3emoSZeKE/s320/tiongwee_quiz.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356530564710940690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY-rgFP4LI/AAAAAAAAAwM/4NLM5IOnEmc/s1600-h/mj_ICT.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY-rgFP4LI/AAAAAAAAAwM/4NLM5IOnEmc/s320/mj_ICT.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356537723871027378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if they're unlucky enough, it's reservist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY23otwKDI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UOBNI-V-UXk/s1600-h/bored.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY23otwKDI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UOBNI-V-UXk/s320/bored.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356529136253806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which means a really bored Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm really passive when it comes to asking people out. Usually I adopt the 'if-you-ask-me-then-i'll-go-out' attitude which might explain why I'm always complaining when nobody asked me if they want me to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or they have the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very intention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;to ask me in the first place.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And this is one occasion which I hoped that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5071506046247704081?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5071506046247704081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5071506046247704081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-me-out-again.html' title='Take me out (again)'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlY-0rXQb1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/WxVkdMZXtGo/s72-c/gawi_foc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4035490943835439344</id><published>2009-07-06T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:35:13.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Danny Up to?</title><content type='html'>Sick for the past week. The whole idea of whether i got swine flu keeps running through my mind as the symptoms are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it wasnt swine flu but the sore throat remains. Hope danzen pills isnt expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And danny's not stressed at all. He's just reverting back to his actual size after years of gaining weight during NS and temp working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlDvzaLaigI/AAAAAAAAAv0/suK_1e2g2Pc/s1600-h/6772_95080479527_581129527_1903792_5288997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlDvzaLaigI/AAAAAAAAAv0/suK_1e2g2Pc/s320/6772_95080479527_581129527_1903792_5288997_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355043623423085058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Island creamery's still worth making the journey, even though its like smack in the middle of Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to buff up in time for FOC though (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you know youre old? When you go to a beach at sentosa for a a picnic. AChia even brought newspaper to read!Then again, you cant do much with just 4 (old) people with lots of food laying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to impress your future in-laws? Rosa's sister's boyfriend treated 9 for dinner which could easily come close to $250. I'm sure he wasnt expecting THAT much people celebrating Rosa's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4035490943835439344?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4035490943835439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4035490943835439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-danny-up-to.html' title='What&apos;s Danny Up to?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SlDvzaLaigI/AAAAAAAAAv0/suK_1e2g2Pc/s72-c/6772_95080479527_581129527_1903792_5288997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3181269859168289929</id><published>2009-06-23T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:42:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wired</title><content type='html'>Its a tuesday afternoon and the entire family, excluding my parents, are sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether it happens in other home, but I feel that we are somehow incapable of leaving our computers and internet connection behind. Just imagine what happens if the internet access is disconnected in my house. This inability to do something else without the internet is really frightening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister are stuck on the computer almost 80% of the waking time and its sickening. I hardly see my sister except for like twice a day (during the hols) - when she comes out of her room to take her meals or use the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that im a saint when it comes to this issue but theyre really getting closer to be a slave to their computers. And im worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3181269859168289929?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3181269859168289929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3181269859168289929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/06/wired.html' title='wired'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4831082541051602281</id><published>2009-06-17T16:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:10:24.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Danny a Postcard</title><content type='html'>Two blog posts in quick succession, that means Im terribly bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother made a comment on the way I look is somehow comparable to the number of days spent at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean shaven Danny means that I had went out at least once within 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Caveman Danny (with the entire facial hair set up) means that I had not been out of my house for the past 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont anyone find it troublesome to keep a clean shaven face? I do! But I have to do it because I look damn funny with facial hair and it ages me by at least 5 years. Many are saying that I'm already in my fourth year, I'm not THAT old alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348228565302980402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sji5i0R7LzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HA0NWQ2osRM/s320/P1000308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sji5Js1cziI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tf4XXIHlqZ4/s1600-h/P1000309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348228133807771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sji5Js1cziI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tf4XXIHlqZ4/s320/P1000309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone's going overseas for their summer hols, guess who's not?&lt;br /&gt;That's why Im like asking anyone that i know to send me a postcard when theyre overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is from Kahhui. From his almost unreadable handwritting, I can see that he's really having a ball over in Hokkaido. I wonder what does 'people here are fantastic' mean? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he's back and Ive yet to see him. I heard he came to the PC Show and he didnt even visited me on the sixth floor. Now I have some reservations on whether to make that 'contribution' to FOC hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know my address's on the postcard. So send me one if youre reading this and having a blast overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have a clearer display picture for your facebook account? Preferably one that shows your face so that I know who's adding me. Not that Im popular or anything but I dont normally add people that Im not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow people are just adding me to increase their friend count. Secondary school classmates that NEVER talked to me in my four years there are starting to add me. It's called 'friends' for a reason!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above doesnt apply if youre a pretty girl. Yes, I'm that pragmatic!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4831082541051602281?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4831082541051602281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4831082541051602281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/06/send-danny-postcard.html' title='Send Danny a Postcard'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sji5i0R7LzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HA0NWQ2osRM/s72-c/P1000308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3582210975612517944</id><published>2009-06-17T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:12:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Living Hell</title><content type='html'>Saw shining's title and decided to used the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that sales should be a relatively easy job but after 4 days of the PC Show. I got to change my tune and tell myself NEVER to do something like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing from from 12-9 sure makes one cranky at the end of the day. I think that I have stronger calf muscles from all that standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it? 30 dollars goes to FOC since its a canvassing drive. On the bright side, I managed to pocket 20 dollars per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone tried this CP shrimp wonton? It's absolutely awesome! I just had one box the other day and I can say that it taste better than some of the wonton I get in the coffee shop near my house. I mean where can you get one whole prawn in a wonton these days. Though its a tad expensive, I feel its worth every single cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to keep my temper in check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3582210975612517944?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3582210975612517944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3582210975612517944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-of-living-hell.html' title='Days of Living Hell'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5614020576746112031</id><published>2009-06-08T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:30:42.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work</title><content type='html'>Taking stock in a warehouse, shouldnt be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;difficult right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it involves lots of moving and my entire body's aching from it. The things I do for the money =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was that sengs was supposed to help me, but that lucky bastard got to make some deliveries with a dispatch driver that's an absolute slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the new ice cream outlet at westmall that gregory strongly recommended. Now, if gregory said something's good, it must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's awesome. One of the better ice cream I had tried. It's hidden at the corner of the sportslink where a murder took place years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5614020576746112031?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5614020576746112031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5614020576746112031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-work.html' title='Work work'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6889938930999899129</id><published>2009-06-05T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:47:54.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So where do we start?</title><content type='html'>Let's start on a Sunday where we had a gathering of the OG, organised by sengs. Went to a boardgame store (someone got to give a name to these kind of places), similar to your Mind Cafe and Settler's, on Second Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's like complaining the ulu'ness of the place, but it's fine with me because I'm real familiar with the entire stretch of Bukit Timah/Dunearn Road from my days travelling to the novena area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food's just mediocre. The mushroom soup sucks, too mushroom-y for my palate. The boardgames and cards are in great condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to their &lt;a href="http://www.munchkingsqueens.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more information. I think due to its ulu'ness it's easier to get seats, but the place's rather small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors "due to manpower constrains" camp on the following day.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on facebook, go search under jiahe's albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SiofCciKv0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/30BVQijXfGY/s1600-h/seniorscamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SiofCciKv0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/30BVQijXfGY/s400/seniorscamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344118034708217666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a bunch of interesting people from afth and naf. The first day was spent running around campus. Camo cream overkill. Got to know LT 19A inside out. Stepped into innovation centre for the first time since i came to ntu. Some trees isnt a good description for a location. Went home at night to sleep on my comfortable bed =) I dont think i missed anything in the night because almost my entire group went home and the rest probably will be hanging with their own groups within cac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more joined the group on the second due to our pathetic number. Tested amazing race. Island creamery wasnt opened when we reached serene centre =( Long wait at the botanic gardens. Had a filling lunch at BK before doing some jumping (ughhhh) and even more eating (ughhhhhhhh) right after that. Managed to finish second! A great suprise since we set off from school second from last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence walk in the graveyard at 8pm. Paired up with danielle and missed out 2/3 of the route as we skipped the first station. Rather suprised that she will talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up: I'm glad that i'm not a sub com programmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed someone having a mood swing during those two days. And nobody's telling me ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer better win this year's french open.&lt;br /&gt;Nadal out. Murray out. Djokovic out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the whole thing's rigged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6889938930999899129?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6889938930999899129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6889938930999899129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-where-do-we-start.html' title='So where do we start?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SiofCciKv0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/30BVQijXfGY/s72-c/seniorscamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1349702550130929588</id><published>2009-05-27T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:44:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem of Being Idle.</title><content type='html'>For those that reads my blog, I'm still here. Don't worry, I haven't been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that nothing really interesting had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got used as a tool because I drive as the FOC people needs transport to LCK graveyard. I'm actually very willing to tag along and I hold no grudges to FOC for being used a tool. Otherwise I will stay at home and complain to myself that I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story. I decided not to enter the graveyard because I'm scared. I'm a chicken. I don't feel good doing these kind of 'things' in the middle of the night. And there are like 3172485 mosquitoes around the area, so I waited for them in my car with SWT (yes, I know you are reading!). The funny thing is that somehow there's 5 cars in the end as some decided to drop by after their meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper is a good study in 'people-dont-really-know-what-theyre-talking-about-but-trying-to-know-what-others-were-trying-to-say-by-acting-like-they-know'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there like so many bust enhancement ads on the local channels in the dead of night. And some of them are really funny in the 'its-so-bad-its-funny' way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad 1&lt;br /&gt;Guy sitting on the sofa in a lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl walked in with low neckline. Huge subtitle appears: 'flat chested'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl walked in, also with low neckline. Once again huge subtitle appears: 'sagging bust'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, two girls walked, you guessed it, with low necklines too. Subtitle: 'perfect' (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is there's a close up on the guy's face. He's staring at them and giving a creepy smile when he saw the last two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the aim of the ad is 'how to get creepy men to stare at your well developed bust'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad 2&lt;br /&gt;Two girls took the same dress, with low necklines AGAIN, and changed into them. One of the girls stared at the other, who have well developed bust and said: 'Why I couldnt get the right one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she's referring to getting a right dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the 'well-developed-bust' girl replied: 'Why dont you go for bust enhancement treatment? It works and it's all natural'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a close up shot of her bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way these two ads are shot, one will suspect that the ad is trying to get guys to spend money on their partners to get bust enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in case anybody will like to know how I had done for the previous semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU TRUSSES! DAMN YOU V&amp;amp;M DIAGRAMS! DAMN YOU MECHANICS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm pissed off because I've spent like the most time on it but got the worst grade of my entire uni life =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise this semester will be the one that finally crawled back into the second upper range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's brewing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's senior camp! Not looking forward to the trip through the same graveyard though =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1349702550130929588?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1349702550130929588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1349702550130929588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/05/problem-with-being-idle.html' title='The Problem of Being Idle.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1431195777200650943</id><published>2009-05-18T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:07:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem of Being Idle.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm becoming nocturnal. I have been sleeping close to 4 and waking up at 2 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've been up to lately? Not much basically. Keep thinking that I should had signed up for special semester. But knowing myself, I will kick myself for going through the whole mugging-for-finals experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is having the time of their lives during this period, just log into Facebook and you will see countless pictures and videos of outings and such. But here I am, sitting in my room typing this in the middle of the night. I know I'm missing out lots. Sometimes I wonder, is it me that's the problem over here? Why don't I have enough friends to keep me occupied during this period of time? Are my friendship just limited to 'lunching buddies' in school during the semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too much time on my hand makes me have crazy thoughts. Take me out damn it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1431195777200650943?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1431195777200650943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1431195777200650943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/05/problem-of-being-idle.html' title='The Problem of Being Idle.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2734223340136571006</id><published>2009-05-06T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:55:20.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective Communication</title><content type='html'>I got to admit that I could be tactless at times, however things got blown out of proportion and I just felt that I got to write something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SgFP5n8oKTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hXFZHFbTAnE/s1600-h/effcomm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SgFP5n8oKTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hXFZHFbTAnE/s400/effcomm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332631285177788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never take things seriously over MSN, because it lacks a certain element to it - facial, body language and tone of voice. Just by taking words as it appears over MSN, you're translating what you're inherently thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're an asshole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, while reading the above text, you will picture that someone is hostile or unhappy with the receiving party of the message. Ever occurred to you that by adding a chuckle and a pat on the back, it becomes something totally different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2734223340136571006?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2734223340136571006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2734223340136571006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/05/effective-communication.html' title='Effective Communication'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SgFP5n8oKTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hXFZHFbTAnE/s72-c/effcomm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6799572975599981314</id><published>2009-05-01T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:55:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfsIV0Iya4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Q0RR1uz7qAg/s1600-h/countdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfsIV0Iya4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Q0RR1uz7qAg/s400/countdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863754788891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, take me out now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6799572975599981314?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6799572975599981314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6799572975599981314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/05/alright-take-me-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfsIV0Iya4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Q0RR1uz7qAg/s72-c/countdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4678678910858826194</id><published>2009-04-27T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:15:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfXAvlBO7JI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dkjtQ0KN-wU/s1600-h/countdown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfXAvlBO7JI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dkjtQ0KN-wU/s400/countdown2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329377657686518930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm worrying that no one will celebrate the end of the exams with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4678678910858826194?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4678678910858826194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4678678910858826194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SfXAvlBO7JI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dkjtQ0KN-wU/s72-c/countdown2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1961791764054189148</id><published>2009-04-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:51:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's up with the weather nowdays? The sticky feeling is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eventful Saturday. Rather than the usual 'study-alone-by-myself' day, I somehow bump into people throughout the day. I usually study alone, or with people that is focused enough, so that I won't get distracted. And for someone that talks alot, she sure focus well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow able to finish the polymer examination paper with 15 minutes to spare. Somehow when the paper is easy, you worry about the bell curve. But when it's difficult, you worry about not passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week's break before the next two papers. Like one on a journey, there's a need for some rest before the final stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeyXdLtF1II/AAAAAAAAAus/NdN6Pn9ehIw/s1600-h/countdown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeyXdLtF1II/AAAAAAAAAus/NdN6Pn9ehIw/s400/countdown3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798986886370434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1961791764054189148?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1961791764054189148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1961791764054189148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-up-with-weather-nowdays-sticky.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeyXdLtF1II/AAAAAAAAAus/NdN6Pn9ehIw/s72-c/countdown3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3913332402277506786</id><published>2009-04-16T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:46:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SebF4-jlO6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/S0UIiSct8M4/s1600-h/P1000274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SebF4-jlO6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/S0UIiSct8M4/s400/P1000274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325161192067775394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time indeed ran out on me for this paper. I wouldn't say that it's easy but most questions are manageable. This should be a two and a half hour paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to the next paper. This weekend is going to be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SebBX8En-vI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Wmzy5yXpPc0/s1600-h/countdown4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SebBX8En-vI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Wmzy5yXpPc0/s400/countdown4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325156226418866930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3913332402277506786?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3913332402277506786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3913332402277506786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-indeed-ran-out-on-me-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SebF4-jlO6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/S0UIiSct8M4/s72-c/P1000274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-883877896410857257</id><published>2009-04-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:00:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeN3O3N9BZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/OIiycuDqh9o/s1600-h/runningout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeN3O3N9BZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/OIiycuDqh9o/s400/runningout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324230281706407314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-883877896410857257?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/883877896410857257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/883877896410857257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SeN3O3N9BZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/OIiycuDqh9o/s72-c/runningout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8591841372068698597</id><published>2009-04-11T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:34:41.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sd95hRQFWsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w5J-ABPNyfI/s1600-h/mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sd95hRQFWsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w5J-ABPNyfI/s400/mug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106897048722114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8591841372068698597?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8591841372068698597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8591841372068698597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sd95hRQFWsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w5J-ABPNyfI/s72-c/mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1085837563704170505</id><published>2009-03-29T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:08:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny is selfish - sorta</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should question myself for being in school on a Sunday afternoon if I'm logging in and blogging instead of focusing on my work. There isn't anywhere on campus that's within walkable distance from North Spine for dinner which means I have to get those that will be coming later to buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Black and (hardly any) Bling. I still can't get into the spirit of camwhoring which explains the lack of photos lately. Maybe it's the lighting, contact lenses and hat, many don't recognise me. One of my JC mates actually took like 5 whole seconds before recognising me when I said 'hi' to him. Mr Han, didn't even acknowledged me when I looked to his direction. I guess I really looked that different? And I hope it's in a positive manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sc9kWkp7xLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/uOjXaqpV6w8/s1600-h/n682107183_2807154_6383283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sc9kWkp7xLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/uOjXaqpV6w8/s320/n682107183_2807154_6383283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580023907304626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you look towards the screen in the background, it's a picture of my OG during my freshmen year! I just discovered that while looking through the picutres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering which idiot wore a hat to that event, it's ME!!! Somehow wearing a hat to such an event isn't very smart because everyone that knows you will either hit you on the head (which I'm okay with), or take your hat off so that they can take photos with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will oblige to lending my hat if you asked nicely. Taking the hat off without asking, that's not every nice. And if I lend you my hat, don't you have to ask the owner if someone else wants to borrow it? Basic courtesy, anyone? Plus it isn't like once or twice, it happened throughout the entire event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I got rather pissed off towards the end of the event (if it's not obvious enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper actually saved the day for me, otherwise I would had felt that the time was wasted that night. Didn't really got into the mood for clubbing because Phuture was freaking packed, I couldn't even walk onto the dancefloor. However, I knew that AK, Trent and CBE-Shaun (spelt that way?) had a great time 'dancing', for lack of better terms, with half drunk girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody's gonna save me&lt;br /&gt;And afterall, I'm my own Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1085837563704170505?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1085837563704170505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1085837563704170505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/danny-is-selfish-sorta.html' title='Danny is selfish - sorta'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sc9kWkp7xLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/uOjXaqpV6w8/s72-c/n682107183_2807154_6383283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-453587484536841637</id><published>2009-03-24T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:01:27.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't easy</title><content type='html'>Finished a frustrating project meeting earlier. Just when you thought you had everything done nicely, the lecturer actually disagreed with everything you prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means back to the drawing board and with the deadline closing it, everyone just couldn't agree on what needs to be analysed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's an elective and after today's session, it sort of made my mind up about whether to S/U this module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked through some of the Open House pictures that Joel sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sce_8ts7rVI/AAAAAAAAAts/u9BTnYUnpXQ/s1600-h/DSC06503_busted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sce_8ts7rVI/AAAAAAAAAts/u9BTnYUnpXQ/s320/DSC06503_busted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316428934915272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUSTED FOR GIRL WATCHING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-453587484536841637?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/453587484536841637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/453587484536841637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-aint-easy.html' title='It ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/Sce_8ts7rVI/AAAAAAAAAts/u9BTnYUnpXQ/s72-c/DSC06503_busted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-118331920914247647</id><published>2009-03-18T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:03:56.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny the Tutor</title><content type='html'>Started tutoring English today and I got to say that it's NOT easy at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His English foundation isn't fantastic and I forsee that I will have a hard time. Vocabulary can't be taught, it has to be learnt by reading voraciously. Anyone with good suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do for the money. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one of these days when everything don't go your way. Rushed to school only to find out that tutorials are canceled. Attended a compulsory IA talk that isn't really informative. Didn't watch the Watchmen today =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Go ahead, make my day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-118331920914247647?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/118331920914247647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/118331920914247647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/danny-tutor.html' title='Danny the Tutor'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1008754466939052767</id><published>2009-03-03T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:38:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Wow, people (that means the two of you, zx and Ms Loo!) complain when I don't update at all and I thought nobody actually reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SbUKB-Wln-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/DudnZiWh3MY/s1600-h/mrbusy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SbUKB-Wln-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/DudnZiWh3MY/s320/mrbusy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311162364587253730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not in jail or something. It's just that the previous week was like the happening'est week I ever had in semester. Parties, meetings and quizzes, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st to Wileen, don't know whether you read this or not. Hope that your dreams (especially those involving 'Ah-Li') comes true. Hope you like what I got you! Check the date of this entry, I've backdated this entry to your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st to Pearlie and Xiao Jun too. I hope that I got their names right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two parties on Friday and Saturday. I enjoyed myself enough to put the quiz I have next week to the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt the following thing in the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Discovered the 'friendliness' of both wt and gawi. wt's more *selectively* friendlier to *selected* girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Danny can't be spontaneous enough. Need to open up more if my aim isn't to graduate as a 'double bachelor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Khow likes to HTHT a lot, I think he's just very curious about dirt on his friends. Either that or he's very ba gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vodka tastes like crap. So does cold beans/vegetables from the satay tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Danny is lousy at driving, mounted the curb like two times within a week. Extremely lost if there's no GPS or Veh Comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone is extremely touchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Updates are going to be really very slow due to the final stretch of this semester fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, someone's singing horribly as I type this. I hope it's not another guy having tons of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, if you read this blog recently, you know I'm hyped up about the Watchmen movie. On a funny note, this is what happens if the Watchmen is a saturday morning cartoon (the original story's far darker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDDHHrt6l4w&amp;hl=en&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/YDDHHrt6l4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1008754466939052767?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1008754466939052767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1008754466939052767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SbUKB-Wln-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/DudnZiWh3MY/s72-c/mrbusy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6189762051789272712</id><published>2009-02-27T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:50:57.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Close Encounter of the WRX Kind</title><content type='html'>In short I nearly got6 demerit points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story:&lt;br /&gt;I was driving along the PIE towards my home in the outer most lane at slightly above 90km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offence? A minivan is not allowed to drive on the outer most lane and above the limit of 70km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about the limit but I clearly didn't know about the entire minivan-not-allowed-on-outer-most-lane thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just gave my I'm-very-sorry-about-that-face and managed to get off the hook. I guess the deciding factor is that I only managed to get my license like last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he have already met his quota this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be my lucky day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6189762051789272712?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6189762051789272712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6189762051789272712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/close-encounter-of-wrx-kind.html' title='The Close Encounter of the WRX Kind'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-883731633621558565</id><published>2009-02-25T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:13:15.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break?</title><content type='html'>Every morning I keep saying to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna start my revision for the quizzes ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up wasting like half a day on the internet and the other half on computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to school for revision. Nothing can distract me there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weather's so nice to sleep in. BTW, there's some bangla trying to open a heavy metal door at the condo across my house. He's doing that like 15 minutes already and the door's still shut. And it began to rain while he's at it. I guess he's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe somebody should sell a T-shirt with 'Revision starts tomorrow' printed. I bet it's going to be a best seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I better start my revision tonight! No more excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have it been raining so much these days. Must had spoilt many plans for recess week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what does a draggy meeting means. If he wasn't there, I'm sure the meeting will eat into dinner. It doesn't help that the meeting's mainly dominated by three participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus is the keyword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm kinda slow but Franz Ferdinand came out with another album after godknowshowlong. Check out the track 'What She Came For', awesome ending to the track, just made you want to do some headbanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You gonna be the one that saves me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-883731633621558565?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/883731633621558565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/883731633621558565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/break.html' title='Break?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7836244370263915765</id><published>2009-02-17T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:00:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the key, card, towel, mug and t-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest gift of all is the love shown by those who remembered. I'm not going to list down like some thank you speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7836244370263915765?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7836244370263915765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7836244370263915765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5031815986130426016</id><published>2009-02-15T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:58:44.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>What a week! Let's start with Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Arts from the Heart at Toa Payoh HDB Hub. Nothing really interesting there, lots of random performance that doesn't really interest me. Lots of low budget game booths which looks like a rushed job. Overall, lots of areas that required improvement before it can be considered as a successful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for Art Jam Day on the following day. Somebody sure is tired after a 'Lost' marathon and slept upon hearing Tiong Wee's voice during the meeting. Got to know some of the CAC people better. I doubt they read this blog but, hi Gloria and Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out with the CACFOC's vday fliers distribution after that. Unethical business practice employed by some of us. And oh, someone got a boyfrienddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Jam Day sure is tiring. The performances are great but I hardly got anytime to sit/stand still due to the duties I have to perform. NTU students know a good act when they see one and the speed they disperse after each performance sure is lightning quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers during the post Art Jam Day celebration on Wednesday. First time I still feel unsafe after putting on the seat belt while sitting at the back of the car. The orange Picanto don't count because there's too many people on the back seat for the belts to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday flower production for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Surprisingly the air conditioning isn't as cold as last year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my driving license on Friday. Honestly, I wasn't really really really excited when I got it. I was a bit worried when the front wheels touched the kerb when exiting from the parallel parking but I guess I expect to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally drove the car alone to school on Saturday. Had some trouble parking the car due to the lack of sighting poles. There wasn't much cars in SBS, so I parked there easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max's 'whacking' session started after the all the flowers were delivered. Finally everyone that got 'whacked' previously have their revenge, I'm sure the photos will be uploaded to fb very soon. Got a taste of an Awfully Chocolate cake and I don't see the big fuss about it. It taste a bit better than the Sara Lee chocolate pound cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove MJ back to Yishun. Was okay when I drove there but I got totally lost when I exited at Jalan Bahar. Had dinner at IMM, where it looks like everyone in the area went there for dinner too. Circled the carpark like five times before finally getting a, guess what, parallel parking lot. I'm just glad that I didn't damage the car infront and behind of me while attempting to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good laugh watching the responses of people when k5, ak and wt gave the left over roses to strangers in IMM. While k5 gives to random couples, ak and wt seem to be targeting single girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered I said it's like everyone in the area went to IMM at the same time. I'm sure that almost everyone tried to get out of IMM at the same time. Got stuck in a traffic jam that didn't move for 15 mins. Ridiculous la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into a bit of trouble when trying to park when I arrived home. I very nearly scratched a Benz while reversing. In the end I got to call my father for help. I bet my mother is like laughing at my lousy parking skills when she saw my go forward and backwards in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes next week! I think MSE professors don't like vday 'cos they come one after another right after the vday weekend. Not that I got a date or something but dating your books/notes for vday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5031815986130426016?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5031815986130426016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5031815986130426016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5597879482032951018</id><published>2009-02-04T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:11:27.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous-ness &amp; Disappointments</title><content type='html'>Something's very wrong when you stared at the tutorial questions and you don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem is that they are not taught yet! Not that I'm lazy or something but I don't see the purpose of doing a tutorial when they haven't touched on the topics yet. Tutorials are meant to reinforce what you had learnt during lectures, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pity the TA who have to teach all the concepts during the tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it rained. Tired of seeing those dried grass patches around my estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with the incense paper burning during CNY, I actually saw a small forest fire on my way home. Can't they burn them in the bins provided? Burning them on the pavement leaves ugly burnt marks and now with the windy conditions, causes fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Js7wxoqeVK0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Js7wxoqeVK0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when's this movie is going to open locally? It's going to be good 'cos it's written by Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not looking good. Trying times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LS:Where's your effort?&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/7562495851453070170-5597879482032951018?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5597879482032951018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5597879482032951018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/ridiculous-ness-disappointments.html' title='Ridiculous-ness &amp; Disappointments'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6395072840674965233</id><published>2009-02-02T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:04:02.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to start?</title><content type='html'>Looks like this is turning into a weekly review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did lab report during CNY. While everyone is either gambling, chatting or stuffing themselves crazy with CNY goodies, I'm actually rushing my two lab reports. I feel that some of the lab report question topics are only covered further in the year, so it's time consuming to read up on concepts that will be taught later. So much for self motivated studies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Celebrated' pak's birthday. Actually it's just an excuse to smear him with camo paint. For once Max actually toned down his role this time round. Maybe it's because his birthday is coming up next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another birthday celebration on Friday. Joyce's 21st, really large number of people invited. Took a ride on Rosa's dad's van, hilarious bickering between their entire family when they took a wrong turn out of the PIE. Seen the effects of alcohol and I say it doesn't look very good. Spent most of the night chatting with people while watching Joyce's friends antics when they're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Joyce! Hope that you become wiser so that you make the right decisions in things you do. (Is it me but I'm sure there's some grammatical error somewhere in this sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Joel's house for AJ Choir gathering. Bishan MRT station sure changed lots, now there's covered doors like those underground train stations. Watched (and sleeped through half of) Wall.E and (but didn't sleep through) Meet the Spartans. Not that Wall.E is boring (it's really good) but fatigue from the previous night had set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week doesn't look very good and next week's going to be real busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6395072840674965233?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6395072840674965233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6395072840674965233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2801071871395997657</id><published>2009-01-23T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:08:14.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY: It's Bak Kwa Time!</title><content type='html'>18 Jan&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of my pals from AJ Choir. Had dinner at the 99cents Japanese sushi chain. Decent fare for the money that's spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Changeling after dinner. For once a film starring Angelina Jolie that doesn't have her sex appeal as the main theme. Not a bad film, the scenes in the mental hospital are really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cab back because Joel's driving his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; car which can only seat two person. Naturally he sent the one staying nearest his home back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Jan&lt;br /&gt;LT28: it begins all over again. 3 weeks to mid terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan&lt;br /&gt;Actually was going to Bugis to look for clothes with gawi ended up with pak at Marina Square. Found a nice pair of jeans there. pak has this obsession with hoodies and is mysteriously drawn towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawi later joined us at Bugis which doesn't have what I want, nothing suitable for me, too much black and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow pak ended up getting a watch which he only found out on the next day that the other dials on the face of the watch are for show only, they don't move at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Jan&lt;br /&gt;Was tasked to take pictures of booths for the sponsors' day for Joel. I think anyone that saw me were like thinking 'Why this guy taking photos of booths?' Felt so strange la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be there only to get the free nescafe drink (me included) and ignoring the other booths. They are there only because the booths are free and looked especially bored while tending the booths due to extremely slow business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Jan&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everyone's at Raffles City today. Bumped into familiar faces who are, just like me, doing last minute clothes hunting for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some rant about CNY clothes hunting. It's tiring. Somehow I got to find clothes that are not black/white, matches the theme colour for the year (fortune teller thingy) and finally something that I like and will wear on days other than CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mafan la, can't i just get something that I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wassup with the lousy singing by the television actors/actresses? I mean they sound really bad, kind of remind me of those early round auditions of American Idol. As much as Fiona Xie is pretty, I'll rather she just shut her mouth up, I can't really stand her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: What's worse than lousy singing by them? Lousy lip-syncing on the Channel 8 CNY show. I mean how difficult is it to match the mouth with the music playing in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Niu&lt;/span&gt; Year everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Xue Ye Jing Bu! (Greater strides in your studies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat more Bak Kwas! If there's any in your house and you can't finish them, kindly forward them to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2801071871395997657?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2801071871395997657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2801071871395997657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-its-bak-kwa-time.html' title='CNY: It&apos;s Bak Kwa Time!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3532286981854034460</id><published>2009-01-15T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:14:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>This weeks seems to fly by especially fast, maybe it's the effects of a full timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Comm tutor is interesting, she thrashes the Effective Comm tutor by miles. Come to think of it, they should swap places as the Tech Comm tutor demonstrates Effective Communication very well. But why must we buy the textbook? Another unnecessary spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for NAF Opening to take photos for some Business Manager report, which Gawi said was incredibly lousy. Of course la, mine is confirm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chui&lt;/span&gt; when you compare to those prawn took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the acts are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; except for the Jazz band. I'll pay to hear them if they have a more mainstream repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd began to shrink after the goodie bags have been distributed. Got 'ambushed' by a professor while talking to Shanjing and Victor. Interesting stories but mostly talk cock-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I ended up as the 'guy-that-can-take-group-photos' due to me not being in any of the committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab session is screwed up big time. All the readings taken are out of the ordinary even the lab technician had no idea what went wrong. I really hope this has no impact on the formal lab report I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong dong dong chiang! 10 more days to the Lunar New Year. And I still haven't got any new clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3532286981854034460?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3532286981854034460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3532286981854034460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2132945479633826047</id><published>2009-01-10T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:48:35.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal</title><content type='html'>Closed two deals in a short span of a week. I got to say the feeling sure is gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a sign of things to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those two deals are done with companies that we had previously worked with. Zero hits for companies that we made cold calls to. Something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet a company tomorrow morn. Hope that something productive comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Chinese New Year songs always sound the same? They are like of the same tunes and always singing about the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the radio station my mum tunes into have this tendency to play them for like every other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs also signal that it's time to shop for new clothes. And I dread it, it's like buying for the sake of buying rather than buying because you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2132945479633826047?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2132945479633826047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2132945479633826047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/deal.html' title='Deal'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1287721458860801478</id><published>2009-01-08T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:54:23.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Spent the day waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that bus.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the queue to move.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that call.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to appear at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes waiting but it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1287721458860801478?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1287721458860801478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1287721458860801478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5975305373587127288</id><published>2009-01-06T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:22:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it Begins...</title><content type='html'>Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for car wash canvassing. How come I'm always grouped with Pak and AlexC? Not complaining though, since everyone is already familiar with each other. Time passes quickly when you're making lousy jokes about Max being the 'commander' and we are the 'peons'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for the one that took the order for that huge black Mitsubishi Pajero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was supposed to be at Aston's but switched to Bak Ku Teh (which I prefered) due to the incredible 40 mins queue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for recce with the progs. Decided to meet 'them' at Serene Centre abit later as they have a meeting there earlier. Upon reaching, saw Pak emo'ing with Ronald McDonald in front of Serene Centre, looks like everybody 'fly his pigeon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered Botanic Gardens through the Cluny Park gate and exited at the Tanglin Gate. The Botanic Gardens is actually a nice place for picnicking, large open fields with nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the recce trip became 'le Tour de Parc' and food trail in 'Vice City'. The food trail sure is an eye opener for someone that never stepped foot in the area before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jan 09 onwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the daily grind of school. Due to lecture cancellations and lack of tutorials, I have a 3 school days for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SWNZkbIR__I/AAAAAAAAAtU/w_04kCEWwjE/s1600-h/snipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SWNZkbIR__I/AAAAAAAAAtU/w_04kCEWwjE/s320/snipe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168869755748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good in the sense that I can camp for electives, not that I have high hopes for it as they are deemed 'super-hot' electives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5975305373587127288?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5975305373587127288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5975305373587127288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it Begins...'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SWNZkbIR__I/AAAAAAAAAtU/w_04kCEWwjE/s72-c/snipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-66520564968249888</id><published>2008-12-29T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:38:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>1 more day before the new year comes. Who's gonna look forward to it? Not many according to the economists. 2009 is going to be the worse ever they said, but who's gonna stop you from having a smashing year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those that are interested, these are my views on 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I had learnt in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Disappointments are plenty, it's how you deal with them that defines you.&lt;br /&gt;2. There isn't short cuts in studies. Effort is required.&lt;br /&gt;3. And on the flip side, results isn't directly proportionate to the time you spent mugging.&lt;br /&gt;4. Talking to someone is much better than keeping it within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;5. Time is always precious - during school term. It, however, crawls during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I wished I had done in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more decisive. The more you delay, the harder it is to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get out of the house more often.&lt;br /&gt;3. Woke up earlier for module registration.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find a long term part time job.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go for an overseas holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's 2009 gonna be for me? I'm not one that lists down resolutions, 'cos let's face it - I will never get by to achieve them. Let's hope that it will be even better than 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne.&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/7562495851453070170-66520564968249888?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/66520564968249888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/66520564968249888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2597032823961680654</id><published>2008-12-26T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:34:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Turtledoves</title><content type='html'>Victor has this idea of having a dinner with the OG guys, so we went down to have dinner at Plaza Singapura. The place is less crowded then expected but the queues for the eateries are horrible. Curtiz joined us a bit later as he has some entertainment to do at home. Let's hope that the same thing don't happen next year, 8 is a much better number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ip Man after dinner rather then having some drinks. Donnie Yuen's acting is pretty wooden, the same exact facial expression no matter how he's feeling but the fighting is top notched. Joel said it's rather similar to the Hou Hou Hou Hou Hou Hou Hou Hou Yuan Jia movie. Powerful Chinese martial artist instills Chinese Pride when he defeats Japanese baddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and Joel got pretty excited when they saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in the same theater. Shit stirring is definitely gonna happen in the exco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily caught the last train back. Tried to dig up stuff from Victor on the train, but to no avail. The guy sure knows how to keep a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2597032823961680654?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2597032823961680654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2597032823961680654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-turtledoves.html' title='Two Turtledoves'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-638797762172534535</id><published>2008-12-24T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:28:59.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Partridge in a Pear Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SVJU4GSEGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6zavG7uDi2M/s1600-h/pear-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SVJU4GSEGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6zavG7uDi2M/s320/pear-tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378635594799186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does one determine it's the festive season? For me is when I'm at home doing nothing. I know that I'm complaining but I seem to see a pattern forming. Every time at this point of the year, I will suddenly feel especially lonesome. I understand that everyone has their own priorities and I'm not blaming anyone. Maybe I should be more proactive in seeking company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this year's Christmas's Eve seems to be in the right climate (for lack of better word), the entire day is cloudy, rainy and cold. Nice weather to enjoy a nice warm cup of coffee and a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next after Christmas? New Year's Day and a week after that, school reopens. Maybe it's the way I've been spending my holidays but I'm beginning to miss the entire mad rush to various LTs/ TRs and cramming for quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, Danny's a little crazy. And I'm going to see myself complaining that I need a holiday during the school term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you're out celebrating, do remember the true meaning of Christmas. Have a Merry and blessed Christmas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Saw this while reading through the BBC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7798561.stm"&gt;And the prime minister of Singapore gave Mr Bush $450 worth of fitness equipment, including a uSurf Wave Action Exerciser and an iGallop Core and Abs Exerciser. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? A uSurf and an iGallop? Can you imagine how Bush will look like while using them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-638797762172534535?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/638797762172534535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/638797762172534535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/partridge-in-pear-tree.html' title='A Partridge in a Pear Tree'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SVJU4GSEGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6zavG7uDi2M/s72-c/pear-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-9022978297853819747</id><published>2008-12-21T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:57:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>18 Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some calling up for sponsorship matters. I gave myself a half day off as I completed it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmed the seat for the programmers' meeting before going to Marina Square and did a last minute shopping for Joseph's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner, the met up the usual MSE people (minus Gregory, who's 'eating air' in China). Ended up at some hotpot buffet thingy. Had a change of seats because the initially we are stuck in one corner of the store, facing the walls. Finally, got seats outside the store with a nice view of the cityline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some warming up (and lots of food), Juncong finally got into stride and began thrash talking. I guess that's what we had been missing for the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the FOC people for canvassing on an early Saturday morning in Admiralty. Did a few blocks before the whole fiasco with NJC paddlers forced us to stop for lunch early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we did blocks that the NJ people didn't covered. And guess what, the Karung Guni man already covered them. I remembered doing an entire block and ended up only 2 stacks of newspaper and 1 tiny bag of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a amazing huge stuffed white teddy bear sitting in someone's living room. Definitely larger than any of the girls in the group. This actually caused the girls to go 'wow so cuttteeee' and so on. Luckily the owner didn't come out and chase us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's newspaper collection wasn't as tough at all, there's like hardly anything to collect. But I heard good money was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick when I returned home. Fever, sore throat and runny nose. Still feeling the effects as I woke up this morning but was much better than last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-9022978297853819747?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9022978297853819747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9022978297853819747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6833405559986097985</id><published>2008-12-16T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:24:51.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://missinggio.deviantart.com/art/Phone-96970838"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUfD5SGIAkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f9ryRf0U12Q/s320/___Phone____by_missinggio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280404476992684610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I really experienced what a business manager is all about -making cold calls to companies.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm destined to make calls or something, my last two temp jobs are call related and now I'm doing calls again.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's always a meeting going on in the CAC room, so I'm not that lonely. The things people say during meetings sure are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think there's something wrong with the CAC Biz Team. Why are we working our ass off while the rest of the team are not chipping in? Not very pleased about this. Things must be done as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Woodlands feeder bus system is very confusing and dogs are rather cute when they don't bite/bark.&lt;br /&gt;Actually someone asked a good question, as in why I didn't join Impresario. I guess I'm pretty honest about myself, as a performance is all about the entire package and isn't just the vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our work is never over&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/7562495851453070170-6833405559986097985?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6833405559986097985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6833405559986097985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/calls.html' title='Calls'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUfD5SGIAkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f9ryRf0U12Q/s72-c/___Phone____by_missinggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6690565985122058865</id><published>2008-12-14T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:35:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rubenslp.deviantart.com/art/Old-man-38019823"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUR-tJBPrfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dRjnpG-hodo/s400/Old_man_by_rubenslp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279483977165417970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep while waiting at 4-ish pm.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep once again at 9-ish pm.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep later at 12-ish am.&lt;br /&gt;Then fell asleep halfway through the football match, that's when I thrown in the towel and went to my bedroom to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this tendency to take a (long) nap if there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm getting old, 'cos I used to be able to stay up until 3-ish in the morning AND still get up at 7 on the next day. I'm 22 now, can you imagine what's gonna happen when I'm sixty-four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUR8ywtR9oI/AAAAAAAAAss/_QaL5Nyvljg/s1600-h/layout.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUR8ywtR9oI/AAAAAAAAAss/_QaL5Nyvljg/s320/layout.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279481874695190146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any help with blog layout? I just want to replace the title page with a banner like picture. Oh yea, any ideas where to get nice banner pictures with white as background? Too lazy to learn how to use CSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't have a video cam (too lazy to dig up). There's this magnificent view of birds circling around the tennis court of the condominium across my house. I wonder if they're happier than humans? Do they have any worries that we have? Is absolute freedom even possible in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why Man isn't given wings in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to back off?&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/7562495851453070170-6690565985122058865?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6690565985122058865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6690565985122058865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SUR-tJBPrfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dRjnpG-hodo/s72-c/Old_man_by_rubenslp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2298135678142687656</id><published>2008-12-10T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:39:42.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/snowqueenhibiscus/3076292133/in/pool-singapore"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3076292133_c0fb9eea0d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jingjing's (ultra belated) birthday party at the Sentosa chalet on the day before senior camp. Jeannifer had a good laugh when she found out that both Joel and I are dressed in jackets and jeans for a trip to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stayed long as most of the OG mates left early. Left after the cake is cut. During the trip off the island that I commented that the weather's always cloudy and/or drizzling everytime I'm at Sentosa for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged along with the car that's delivering the stuff needed for the senior camp in the next day, a little delay due to some mix up. Somehow I got a feeling Joel is going to get into trouble over this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first time the sun is up and shining when I'm on the island. Helped out a little with the programmers but mostly slacked and watched the games in progress. The log rolling game easily wins the 'Best Game of the Day' award. And no, not everyone knows how many carbon atoms there are in a guanine molecule (5?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at the chalet. Initially had some reservations as only main com are there. It turned out okay in the end as I knew everyone and made a paper eating friend (hi Alex!). Oh ya, 10 man Citadels is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering whether am I reading too much into things because the signs rather obvious. Too many questions unanswered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2298135678142687656?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2298135678142687656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2298135678142687656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/senior-camp.html' title='Senior Camp'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5415715058591687817</id><published>2008-12-06T18:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:59:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out - of Shining afternoons and sleepless night</title><content type='html'>I wonder if having no time to blog is a good thing? That means that instead of sitting in front of the laptop to make a blog entry, I'm actually doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; " src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/bolt11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bolt with Shining. Better later than never eh? The hamster's incredibly funny, reminds me of a certain George. The last part of the movie seems like a little bit rushed, I was expecting something more 'epic' but overall its still a great movie to catch on a weekday ticket price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how does someone doesn't know how to find the entrance to Plaza Singapura. Get out from the NEL side and you won't get wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Dec 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Loo for present hunting. Did course registration on the laptop in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Danny wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;'How heavy an object is based on how long you hold it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The crazy things I do just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg almost turned green because nobody responded to his enquiries when he had some problem with the module groupings, luckily he's on the other side of the internet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;  width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/STpjeAYE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iuWbYGHf_GM/s320/hulksmashlaptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276639280566165906" border="0" /&gt;Anyway this semester sees a slightly better timetable with more days starting later than 830am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that both of us aren't really that good with directions. Maybe because we don't frequent there that often. Can't believe that you go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; things haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find that walking around and chatting is somehow more fun than watching a movie together. I believe that watching a movie means less time for interpersonal interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5/6 Dec 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Mahjong session with usual gang (excluding 2 missing people) at Curtiz's home. The funny thing is that we have 3 'westerners' going all the way to the 'east' to play overnight Mahjong. Luckily I won big for one round because I'm like losing most of the rounds, or else my losses will be too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt that 'Boss' canned coffee needs shaking, patience is a virtue, Jingjing can really talk on the phone and somehow we're all getting old 'cos we all look like zombies at 7am in the morning. Paiseh ah, didn't really talk much during the ride home 'cos I'm really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that's how I got taken out for the past two days. Hope that there's more to come (provided Joel doesn't shoot too much arrows at me) for the rest of the hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5415715058591687817?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5415715058591687817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5415715058591687817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-me-out-of-shining-afternoons-and.html' title='Take Me Out - &lt;br&gt;of Shining afternoons and sleepless night'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/STpjeAYE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iuWbYGHf_GM/s72-c/hulksmashlaptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4656481243661063827</id><published>2008-11-29T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:09:33.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took Me Out</title><content type='html'>A night out in town with Joyce. First time I've spent under 10 dollars while in town. Learning to drive is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't have any obligations to go out with me but at least you made some effort. Real thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing games and lazing around sure is fun, but interacting with people is sure more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I want you to take me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4656481243661063827?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4656481243661063827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4656481243661063827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/took-me-out.html' title='Took Me Out'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-930929527783478855</id><published>2008-11-25T13:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:55:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's allllll overrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16083611.jpg?size=572&amp;uid=%7B18717E3E-8D76-4D44-AE88-B6ABA749185F%7D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper which I thought was going to be the easiest of all the papers I had this semester will be math, but how wrong I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like of all years that he's going to try different questions, he choose this year and this semester. Just hope that others were also 'ambushed' by his 'innovation' in question selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least everything's over, not going to think about it until the results are out like in a few weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that's reading this, just take me out. I'm almost free everyday (yes, I know I sound desperate).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-930929527783478855?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/930929527783478855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/930929527783478855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-allllll-overrrrr.html' title='It&apos;s allllll overrrrr'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4968395433881633107</id><published>2008-11-23T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:45:14.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness V</title><content type='html'>See the post title? I guess it's just pure laziness on my part to think of a catchy title with a hidden meaning or something. Or is there hidden meaning behind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;title hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh looky, Danny's not revising for his papers for this coming week, perhaps I'm burnt out or I feel that I am ready for the paper. Let's hope it's the latter haha. Holidays are like around the corner, three more days exactly! One whole month of well deserved rest cause this seems like the hardest I've ever studied in my life (yes, even when compared to my O's and A's Level. I used to be a slacker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Queen these few days. They don't make music like they used to, with saturation of the market with hip-hop (which I don't like) and R&amp;amp;B (of which some I enjoy) songs. And Freddie Mercury is pretty much untouchable when it comes to live performance, thank god for youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfYcKNqQoJo&amp;hl=en&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/MfYcKNqQoJo&amp;hl=en&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fanboy in me screams out with joy when I saw the second trailer for the Watchmen film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&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;It's almost certain that the movie source (this time the actual graphic novel) is better than the movie itself due to various limits. Just hope that it don't disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal looks like they're in serious trouble. Back-to-back losses. Their realistic target seems to be finishing 4th in the Premier League now. It's really unlucky to Man Utd didn't take hold of the chance to catch up with Liverpool and Chelski. Lucky thing is that I didn't watch the 0-0 draw live (sleep more important).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our work &lt;strike&gt;never&lt;/strike&gt; is going to be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4968395433881633107?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4968395433881633107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4968395433881633107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness-v.html' title='Randomness V'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4990155337180087050</id><published>2008-11-14T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:35:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness IV</title><content type='html'>Wonder whether my upset stomach's a sign of things to come. It's preventing me from concentrating and I'm seriously lagging behind in my revision plan. And I said many times before, I can't study at home. Upset stomach + travelling to school? Bad combo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in charge of estate planning should attend a lesson in 'How-to-number-stuff-logically'. Went one big round before finding the intended place. I mean, shouldn't the numbering of the blocks go in either ascending or descending order? Just look at the block numbers around your house. Mine's 250 and the one beside mine is strangely 242 and not 249 (that's opposite mine, okay, I give that to you) or 251 (I got no idea where that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, noticed the strange numbering of the floors in NTU? I still can't find the logical reason for a Level 1 floor in the South Spine to be known as B1 in the North Spine. The floor I'm talking about is the one with Caffe Xpress and Nayang Audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: Ok, I've noticed that they have the same numbering for the floors. Now the question is, why is the highest floor of South Spine is numbered as 1st storey? Confusing can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam schedule for this week: Tuesday Evening/ Wednesday Morning/ Friday Afternoon. Like someone said 'steam ah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Shining! The big two-oh. May all your wishes come true. (See, I even backdated this post to coincide with your actual birthday, friend enough right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4990155337180087050?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4990155337180087050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4990155337180087050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness-iii_14.html' title='Randomness IV'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8765454789821821840</id><published>2008-11-12T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:48:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness III</title><content type='html'>See Man came and left. Too bad her arrival is damn smack in the middle of the exam period, can't really do much. Until next year then, make sure that you plan in advance! (Exams for next semester are in Apr/May)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's turning chilly these few days, with showers expected for the entire week. Bring a jacket, scarf and ear muffs for those exam halls and library mugging sessions. It's like winter in there!&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in trouble when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. You read the notes but you got no idea what they are trying to convey. Information is just scattered everywhere in the notes. I'm looking at you, HR Management and Entrepreneurship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. You understood the notes but attempt at the past year exam papers shows that the knowledge you have just scratches the surface. Manipulation of formulaes and in depth understanding are key to doing well in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like not only you have to know how to prepare a great tasting plate of Chicken Rice, but you also must know how to rear the damn chickens in the first place. Ok, bad analogy but I guess you get the idea. I hope that I can learn how to rear the chickens in time for my Thermo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-die-&lt;/span&gt;namics exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the double whammy, they're both on the same week, with just a pathetic day apart.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work is never over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8765454789821821840?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8765454789821821840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8765454789821821840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness-iii.html' title='Randomness III'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6466138895353475669</id><published>2008-11-02T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:00:51.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness II</title><content type='html'>I must must must concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... Is that a shiny new Nintendo DS? With Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, I'll stop right after the game introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... The plot seems enticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll stop right after I finish the first dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I'm close to the second dungeon, at least let me reach the entrance of the second dungeon alrights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I managed to spend my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the same everytime I'm in the midst of an examination. Somehow a brand new console/game will be out at this period and I will get majorly distracted by it. Maybe it's the stress from revision (EXCUSES!!!) and I will find some kind of stress outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know when you're focused in your revision?&lt;br /&gt;A: When it's 2320 and you're still in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you can see someone visibly getting restless and desperate to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But okay la, I'm actually got the time to spare since I'm called up for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidnap of Kahhui&lt;/span&gt;. Cabbed down in the end, without really considering that FOC people are never on time. Luckily it's not really that painful since the midnight surcharge had not kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go view the video on facebook. Note the 'ZOMG I'm screwed' look on Kahhui when the lift door opens. Easily the most amusing thing I've saw this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate prata right after that at the Bukit Gombak prata store. Strange thing is both Wei Jie and I felt rather full after the first prata and Max is never 'Foo' (haha, note the bad pun?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday. 22 liao, start acting your age la. Enough of the lousy jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our work is never over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6466138895353475669?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6466138895353475669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6466138895353475669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness-ii.html' title='Randomness II'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3825568753188799433</id><published>2008-10-27T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:13:49.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>It's hard to think of titles for posts 'cos of the way I think and write - randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Zhou Jie Lun's newest album. I wasn't impressed. Musically, it's the same and you can't make out the what in the world is he mumbling. In fact, I think this is one of his more 'mumblish' albums. I mean there's just so much similar songs you can take before people grows tired of you, for me this seems to be it. Then again, when you're have a large fanbase, you can put out sub-par albums and people will still buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life in universtiy that stressful? I've met some people that seems to be hit with depression. Talk to your friends or family about your problem. It doesn't help bottling things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years since I've last chatted with you online. Time really flies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Light Festivals to who ever is reading this. You shouldn't if you're in NTU, because you should be studying for your exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout out to Mingjun, Happy 22nd! Maybe your next one be much better (this doesn't only apply to your birthday *hint*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for me to head back to my cave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261743415541467938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SQV3wi6ZiyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/I1ycHib-R28/s400/n576261840_1141059_363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's how I'll look like after the exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our work is never over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3825568753188799433?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3825568753188799433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3825568753188799433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SQV3wi6ZiyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/I1ycHib-R28/s72-c/n576261840_1141059_363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1254609307568310325</id><published>2008-10-20T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:44:51.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday better be well worth it</title><content type='html'>I'm so not looking foward to next week and the weeks after. Quizzes and lab reports, and the finals right after those. What more can I say? It didn't help when Grimsdale suddenly gave announced that there's yet another quiz on the same day as my thermo-&lt;em&gt;die-&lt;/em&gt;namics quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's this chinese saying that 'you taste the bitterness before the sweet' (damn my half-baked chinese translation). I just hope that the sweetness is proportional to the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realised that the Nam (LWN Library) opens before 8:30am, so I kind of missed the opening of the Gates for the Mugging Ghost Festival. Found this recording on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OWFI4_Q8Wk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OWFI4_Q8Wk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a first person view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hypyq0Nh2H8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hypyq0Nh2H8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw how quickly they run once they are in the library? Scary... Wonder if the same thing happens at the other libraries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly spilled water onto my laptop when I saw this while I'm clearing my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259166911660741666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SPxQcSAG1CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/mXq_uq3lqQU/s400/pullover.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lines are so corny. &lt;br /&gt;'I won't feel cold in exam hall'&lt;br /&gt;'it's cold in here but is alright' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in the 'come-and-punch-me' look of the guy and the 'haha-paiseh-i-dun-really-wanna-wear-this' look of the girl, sure put the Allwell 'because-i-love-you' ad to shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I've saw it before and it's pretty decent looking. But 20 bucks? Why so &lt;em&gt;ngiao&lt;/em&gt;? Give to the entire cohort like what NBS did with their white (and ugly) NBS t-shirts. Must show that MSE is rich enough to give such things to their students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that's why the air conditioning is so strong in the LTs and TRs nowdays, I sense a scam to sell these pullovers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our work is never over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1254609307568310325?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1254609307568310325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1254609307568310325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-better-be-well-worth-it.html' title='Holiday better be well worth it'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SPxQcSAG1CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/mXq_uq3lqQU/s72-c/pullover.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7479113569967240694</id><published>2008-10-19T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:32:13.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corridor 'Washing'</title><content type='html'>Got home today and found the floor wet due to the corridor cleaning. You know, they use this water jet thingy to wash your corridor like every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should reconsider calling it cleaning because it's like totally opposite of clean once they're done with it. I think it's because I'm staying in a corner unit and they start 'cleaning' from the lift landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SPoNPw40ZlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j5KxPxMoyM0/s1600-h/wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SPoNPw40ZlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j5KxPxMoyM0/s320/wash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258530079380891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So somehow all the dirt will be 'washed' to my door step. Usually, when someone is at home, they will ask them not to 'clean' the area in front of my home, but this time nobody's at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the horror when I reach home. Luckily my shoes and slippers are kept somewhere or else they will 'shun bian' wash them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with people 'releasing pigeons' on me nowdays? I know it's not intentional but it sure spoils my day when I'm like looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our work is never over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7479113569967240694?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7479113569967240694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7479113569967240694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/corridor-washing.html' title='Corridor &apos;Washing&apos;'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SPoNPw40ZlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j5KxPxMoyM0/s72-c/wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-290263631067514093</id><published>2008-10-18T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:20:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way" - Murphy's Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It looks like Murphy's Law is in full effect for me these few week. It's just like things aren't really going my way. Maybe I'm accumulating all the bad luck now and then things will get better during the exams period. You know, equilibrium effect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway I'm finally done with the HRM project. I somehow feel that the real work was done in the last two days. So what's happening in the first few weeks? I don't know, it's like everybody are running around like headless chickens, unsure of the direction that we are supposedly going. The thing is that no one seems to be worried about the project in the initial stages until like the week before the submission of the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing I've noticed during the project was the lack of a central place where there will be free electricity and internet access for project meetings. Coffee chains are normally crowded and you can't really make much noise in the libraries. So how? We decided (reluctantly) to meet up in SMU for the project discussion. The funny thing is people will say SMU but have no idea how large SMU is. It's like saying 'Let's meet at downtown' but not specifying which building to meet at. On top of that, more time is spent trying to figure out how to connect to the internet rather than doing the project itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a relatively frustrating project for me. Maybe I'm not really made for group projects or maybe my standards are set rather high for myself and it sort of applies to the rest of the group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about members, I've attended this CAC Members' Night like on thursday. One word to describe it - 'BORING'. It's more like an event where everyone of the special events members interacts within their own special events. Maybe they should just name it CAC 'Get to know your own team members' Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Joel said that made me think abit, he said that it's difficult to determine whether you should go after someone based on looks only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you should go for character instead? Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you going to find more about someone's character if you don't even have the interest to know that somebody? The determining factor is still whether someone's looks is deem attractive enough for you to find out more about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I sound incoherent. I'm just typing what's in my mind at the moment. And Danny thinks in such a disorderly manner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the post below? Don't read too much into it. It's most likely not what you think it is. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our work is never over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-290263631067514093?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/290263631067514093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/290263631067514093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7968278508230786488</id><published>2008-10-06T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:30:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why hold on something that doesn't really reciprocate your effort?&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore him, Danny's not in a good mood. He will get over it. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7968278508230786488?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7968278508230786488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7968278508230786488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-hold-on-something-that-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4412281127783268770</id><published>2008-10-04T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:55:31.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>Quizzes are finally over. Somehow I just feel that I didn't really perform as well as I hope to. I guess there's a certain distinction between doing well and wanting to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in this phase of my life where I really got this desire to do well academically. Some background, I never played hard in primary school, breezed through secondary school and slacked through my JC years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually got this essay draft that's due tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon but I just can't start. I got no idea as to how to tackle the essay question. I know that's it's a really basic GP question but unlike most GP essays in JC, there's this need to cite references and I can't find those that really support my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone is here to read gloomy entries. Here's what Danny is up to over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small gathering with the FOC group over at East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about a certain underpass to ECP. Before entering, Wei Chiat said that the underpass always stink when he uses it and there's a mild stench of poop when we entered it. However, everyone's running when they're approached the center of the underpass, 'cos the smell is overwhelming. I didn't run, because it's not cool to run, I merely walked briskly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's like only part one of the 'smelly underpass' incident. Part two happened when Rosa was on the phone with Mr Han, who's crossing the underpass at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;She said something along the line of "The underpass is smelly!"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Han replied "Where got?"&lt;br /&gt;And they continued talking for another few minutes until Mr Han said "Wah, it's really smelly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SOdbZpW1pRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Id8nVI8Rlg0/s320/stink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253267986507474194" border="0" /&gt;One can 'smell' the underpass like the curve above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did/found out the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt pain due to cycling like close to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a really tired dog playing ball in the waters.&lt;br /&gt;MJ's is having fun with 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few NTU people, including Kian Huat's hall friend.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's poor attempt at rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ's tiring when you're the one cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are always attention magnets.&lt;br /&gt;CAC people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;like to get their pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;Overdose of hotdogs and chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;The losers always remains losing when playing 'Asshole Daidee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at &lt;a href="http://runturtlerun.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-photography-course-and.html"&gt;Prawn's Website&lt;/a&gt;, more on facebook (look in Steph's albums).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugged for the rest of the week and wondering why are some people so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Oct 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 'cohesion dinner' with the Business Manager Team on Thursday at the Palette. More than half of the team came, which is a good sign (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was wanted to give it a miss due to my quiz on the following day. But Joel 'defeated' me with the following line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I also got a quiz tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that Joel didn't know that there's this electronic number board, something like those queue number system you have in Canteen 14 (or is it 15?) and ended up waiting for the order at the counter with Barath and Yojit. I did the clever thing and went back to my seat and 'entertained' the rest of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was above my expectations. And it didn't cost a single cent, all thanks to Joel. It ended later than I really wanted to, as I really wanted to study for my quiz. But in the end, I think that it's time rather well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Oct 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First driving lesson. Clutch work is alot difficult than expected. It's like you have to do so many things at once while driving and the road looks different when you're behind the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my next lesson though. Need to get the hang of the pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many find blogs with pictures are more interesting that those that don't (like mine). I mean look at either Kian Huat, Joyce or Prawn's blogs which are full of pictures. I somehow think that they bring their camera everywhere they go and takes pictures whenever an opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't normally pick up my phone when I'm at home. It's because hardly anyone messages or calls me and it's usually the other way round. So I don't check my phone that frequently (sometimes, never) when I'm at home. I hope those missed calls on my phone isn't that urgent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our work is never over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4412281127783268770?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4412281127783268770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4412281127783268770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SOdbZpW1pRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Id8nVI8Rlg0/s72-c/stink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7704180749342938928</id><published>2008-09-29T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:08:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitstop</title><content type='html'>Got a little time now, will write something before I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did okay for the Applied Chemistry quiz earlier on, questions are manageable. I should stop sitting beside the staircase, 'cos I got lousy positioning and the invigliators keep using the stairs. Joseph sitting at my 'vantage point' doesn't really help either (he's not well prepared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep seeing nicks on msn with nicks that talks about the mid-terms that have already passed. I love this, especially on how it links the F1 race with his mid-terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Qn: What do raikkonen, massa, ferrari and my midterms have in common? --&gt; Ans: All gg' - Kelvin Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, if he screwed up as badly as what Ferrari did in the race, I guess he must, like Massa had&lt;br /&gt;a. prepared really well, (did decently on training sessions)&lt;br /&gt;b. and able to answer every question correctly. (qualified on pole position)&lt;br /&gt;c. But found out that his calculator is on radian instead of degree mode, which means his calculation is all wrong. (got screwed up by some other factor other than himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, he's doing humanities, not engineering or sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more paper on Friday, before a diarrhea of essays for submission in two weeks' time. Did I mentioned about some Art Jam business proposal due pretty soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Oh just saw this on msn:&lt;br /&gt;'Citi &amp; undergrads share the same slogan: they 'never sleeps' ' - Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Alex. I think I'm going off to bed, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7704180749342938928?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7704180749342938928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7704180749342938928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/pitstop.html' title='Pitstop'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6637648643953369750</id><published>2008-09-20T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:37:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess? What recess?</title><content type='html'>It's like I have to do so much more things to complete during the recess week than those weeks in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling that everybody thinks that since it's recess week and you don't have to attend lessons, so you will have lots of time to finish your projects and essays. Not to mention that you will also have time to catch up on the things you had learnt for the past 6 weeks in school. Oh did I mentioned that you have two quizzes right after recess to prepare for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy your recess!" I wonder how much do they really mean it when they said that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that families and friends gathers for Mid-Autumn Festival until I found out that do so in Hong Kong. All along I always thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival is just an excuse for people to stuff themselves silly with mooncakes (I don't really like them) and pyromaniacs to finally play with candles and sparklers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's kind of symbolic that my aunt and her husband from Hong Kong (uncle, I guess? Don't really know the term) came for dinner with my family and my grandmother. I'm really glad that they flew over here or else it will be just like any other Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Corina on the 179 bus. One of the rare times where my school day actually starts at 11:30pm due to cancellation of lectures in the morning. Come to think of it, how come so many of my lectures and tutorials are canceled... The school must be cheating our school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were on the bus when there's this funny looking seat that looks damaged with one side lower than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a guy sat down on it and the seat instantly gave away with a loud crash. The guy stood up and quickly moved to another seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought no one will sit on a damaged seat, but no... There's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; girl, who looks super tired, also went to sit on that seat. Down went the seat again and this time she moved even quicker to another seat than the guy earlier on. I guess she don't need any caffeine to stay away after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's the real victim over here? Not those two that sat on the damaged seat, but rather this poor girl that sat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEHIND&lt;/span&gt; it. On the two occasions the seat gave way, it collapsed backwards onto the lap of the girl that's seated behind it. Poor thing, I guess that must had pretty much spoiled her day due to the face that she has over the whole incident. She must be thinking which pile of crap she had stepped on to deserve such 'luck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's two quizzes that I had for the past week. I studied hard for them but I still feel that I didn't managed to score well (enough). Guess, more hard work is in place for the quizzes after recess and the finals in about a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where things seems like running me down and I really want to quit or wondered why am I doing all these? Luckily there's support from people that I know and I'm really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for it. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6637648643953369750?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6637648643953369750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6637648643953369750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/recess-what-recess.html' title='Recess? What recess?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2536030493672163664</id><published>2008-09-17T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:24:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akan Datang</title><content type='html'>Busy week, tons of things needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead Danny, respite in the form of recess week is just beyond this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon (I hope)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2536030493672163664?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2536030493672163664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2536030493672163664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/akan-datang.html' title='Akan Datang'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1706970421639420112</id><published>2008-09-07T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:04:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>There's this virus spreading around in NTU, people in MSE is falling sick after one and another. Guess what? I'm sick too, there goes my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this picture on Jingjing's blog about her Nike Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SMLTl0qXNXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8XPb-BuocPo/s320/isthisgreg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242985562957624690" /&gt;Broad shoulders? Check. Tanned? Check. Not very tall? Check. He looks like pretty pissed off that he can't run due to the human traffic jam ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1706970421639420112?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1706970421639420112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1706970421639420112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SMLTl0qXNXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8XPb-BuocPo/s72-c/isthisgreg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5898999217301938629</id><published>2008-09-05T08:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:49:32.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deepstone/148210760/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/148210760_c8d3d73bdd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click picture for source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's pretty gloomy these days, it's almost two weeks when I last saw the sun. Mornings are soooo much harder to climb out of bed because of the nice cool weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/09/08&lt;br /&gt;Saw the longest queue ever for 179 on Tuesday at about 10am. Maybe it's due to the rain and the lack of 179As after 9:30-ish, the queue stretched from one end of the bus stop to the other. Luckily I managed to cut the queue as I saw Adabelle (I hope I didn't spelt that wrongly) at a 'strategic position'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think conversation between Kahhui and Adabelle can be summed into two words: Mutual Suan'ing. Had a good laugh though. Saw a guy sitting beside Adabelle after we got off the bus, nothing strange right? But Adabelle is sitting in the direction facing the back of the bus and there's like so many seats that is unoccupied. Chee Hong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/09/08&lt;br /&gt;Found out how did Shining and Wileen managed to maintain their impressive GPAs (I'm easily impressed when it comes to GPA, you just have to be higher than mine). Met them while waiting for the Biz Team meeting on Thursday. Finally understood what does it mean to mug and mugged they did. I think they will somehow memorise the whole textbook when the examination period starts. Somehow it made me feel guilty about my relative lack of effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that Jingjing is the DJ for the NTU radio from 7 - 9pm on Thursday nights. Go support her if you're still in school during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biz Team meeting went well until I spoke to my small group. I think I take some time to warm up to others and I really hope that they don't feel that I'm cold and unfriendly. Oh wells, at least I managed to end the meeting at 9pm and gave them really little things to do, so they should be (hopefully) grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the 179 service after 8pm? I waited at the South Spine bus stop for about 30 minutes before I managed to board one. Maybe one should wait at the North Spine when it's late, 'cos two 179 passed me packed with commuters boarding at the North Spine. Met Kliff, Wanting and Sheena on the bus. Poor people who went for the FOC meeting and didn't went for supper after it because of the long trip they have to make to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SMDORiHCmfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7ZP4_q7gRCU/s1600-h/sadpeople.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SMDORiHCmfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7ZP4_q7gRCU/s400/sadpeople.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242416766868691442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kliff was like sharing with me the importance of (non-academic) FYP while still studying (Isn't he like attempting one right now?). And Sheena's trying to pull me in as a sai kang warrior again. More sai kang? Oh no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5898999217301938629?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5898999217301938629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5898999217301938629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/gloomy-days.html' title='Gloomy Days'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SMDORiHCmfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7ZP4_q7gRCU/s72-c/sadpeople.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6550936406693913089</id><published>2008-09-01T00:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:04:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Reputation</title><content type='html'>When doing group projects, I guess there bound to be thoughts of whether can one work well together as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://cdn.7static.com/static/img/sleeveart/00/000/267/0000026762_350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that a certain someone carries a bad reputation? Maybe that person is known to talk a lot but when it comes to crunch time, he can't walk the talk. Or maybe she's known to be someone of questionable morals. Are you able to work with them if you had known of such thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, it will somehow affect me when it comes to dealing to them, but is it really fair to judge one's working ability when he/she has a bad reputation that isn't related to the work he/she does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone faced such a thing before? How did you manage it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel treated lunch when we met up for a meeting to discuss about the whole Business Manager thingy. The boss and Valeria did most of the talking and I did most of the eating (haha). I guess it's because I'm totally new when it comes to this Business Manager thingy and I still trying to feel my way around, while Valerie seems to be a 'lao bird' at these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss picked Sakae Sushi. Luckily, the place is crowded and I immediately suggested Ichiban Boshi at the Esplanade, which serves Japanese cuisine that's so much better than Sakae. I mean if the Donburis in restaurants taste almost the same as the one at Canteen A, the place really must be not up to standard. Anyway, it's a treat from the boss and it's up to him to decide where to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://claudia10.tumblr.com/post/47895202/human-jam-at-citylink-mall-avoid-at-all-cause"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/H1pyjuaKed88iiiluP9nGR9P_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when returning to the MRT station, there was like a human jam at Citylink Mall due to the millions of people going to Suntec City for COMEX (Click picture for source). I mean how will you have the mood to hunt for bargains when you're being squeezed from all directions. And if Citylink Mall was that bad, I can't imagine how bad the situation is at COMEX. Citylink Mall was so packed that they had opened one of the emergency exits that behind BreadTalk so that people can get out of the place and walk to Suntec City without using the underpasses of Citylink Mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6550936406693913089?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6550936406693913089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6550936406693913089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-reputation.html' title='Bad Reputation'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4045277830789286402</id><published>2008-08-28T23:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:49:17.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the comments people, that post is pushed all the way to the depths of time (those with keen eyes should be able to spot it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it's really crazy what people will say when they get all emotional. But hey, I don't regret making those comments and I really feel so much better after writing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone read/saw this magazine produced by the CAC called Art Jam? I've asked about five people and they said they had never heard of it, much less read it. Somehow the low readership makes negotiation for advertisements an issue that we forsee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm facing as Vice-Chair of the CAC Business Team. It's the unofficial title though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I won't let my boss down since he placed such confidence on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed my Basic Theory Test for driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how ridiculously expensive each practical session is. A hour long session costs close to 60 bucks.  No wonder they said that getting a driving license is getting more difficult now, you got to have the money to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again it makes sense, if you don't have the money to sit for a license, most likely you can't afford to even buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN009czfElw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN009czfElw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw another version of 'Wonderwall'. And I think I prefer this version over the original version, it's feel of emotion. Yeah I know that I've talked about this song before, but I really love it, 'cos the lyrics is able to connect me emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt; But I don't know how'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still seeking my Wonderwall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4045277830789286402?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4045277830789286402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4045277830789286402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-updates.html' title='Random Updates.'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4381370232052222397</id><published>2008-08-17T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:53:29.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNmotivated</title><content type='html'>Kinda of strange writing this entry on a Sunday night when I still have tutorials to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials are coming in fast and I can't seem to complete them on time. It doesn't help that some of the questions cannot be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PYR/PP30580~Motivation-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;It all boils down to the issue of motivation. Danny will require some sort of stimulant to stun myself into the studying mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that it isn't a quiz or a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with the same problem of missing mouse cursor while looking at certain blog skins with white background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's only for an isolated blog, but I found another with the same problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4381370232052222397?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4381370232052222397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4381370232052222397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/unmotivated.html' title='UNmotivated'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5526418070511474768</id><published>2008-08-12T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:25:11.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minefield</title><content type='html'>I won't go in depth but recently my house suddenly feels like a minefield, one wrong move and *boom*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glasgowaccies.cc/img/minefield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.glasgowaccies.cc/img/minefield.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's all because of a basket of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why can't everyone sit down and talk, raising voices and flaring tempers doesn't solve anything - it makes matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm doing my tutorials at the McDonald's near my house, it's not very safe here, at least for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wenchuan before my Basic Theory Evaluation at Jurong Point. Exchanged our experiences in the different FOCs we're involved. Somehow he's sounded more fun, then again GLs always have the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed my Basic Theory Evaluation which means that I'm primed for my Basic Theory Test on the 29th. The instructors are super 'cheena'. I asked one of them whether the evaluation will be a good gauge of the actual test he gave me a face that says "Eh boy, I dun understand u leh' before saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can only have 5 wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english that got that chim meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5526418070511474768?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5526418070511474768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5526418070511474768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/minefield.html' title='Minefield'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7701485555299073107</id><published>2008-08-10T18:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:58:56.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go...</title><content type='html'>Met up with the usual gang of Galers on the night before the start of school. Spent little and ate a lot as Joyce is unable to finish her udon. Jingjing came back from Germany and bought some chocolate to share. Curtiz got tanned being a lifeguard during his trip to the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ7SkksfQyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/QHrl61Npm4k/s400/03-08-08,+Shokudo+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232851342818493218" /&gt; Galers that didn't appear in the photo, please turn out for the next outing. I want to see your pretty/handsome faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because there isn't any tutorials and it's the first day of school, I saw many familiar faces at the new Canteen A (or is it Foodcourt A now?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess MSE really does QC their lecturers, with exception of Zhao Yang and Chen Lang, they are pretty decent. At least they don't speak in some undecipherable language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super long weekend, National Day holiday on monday and classes canceled for MSE day. Too bad my passport had expired or else I'll be out of the country over this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of National Day, I almost missed the parade on TV. I seriously think that this year's parade was being overshadowed by the Olympics in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, but I always dislike the mass display performance in between the military parade and the fireworks. To me, it's just a mass of people doing different formations with simple choreography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously think that they should replace the combined schools choir with something else. It's so damn obvious that the songs are recorded, hardly any of them moved their mouths at all! Unless they somehow mastered the art of singing without opening their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castovia Seniors Dinner on a friday night. A good mix of people - main and sub coms.&lt;br /&gt;Old man jokes seems to be the talk at my table. Moral: Never be late, you never know what those waiting will talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of picture taken, I guess CAC people like to cam-whore. Go look at the comments in facebook. Following are pictures that feature my handsome face and are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8NzxzeuxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TvNQeFzqpDs/s320/n576261840_1141047_5425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232916475221555986" /&gt;Dinner's at Ajisen Ramen, wonder why, of all places, did they picked Bugis for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8Nzxf11EI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/revaCjNjBl8/s320/n576261840_1141083_219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232916475139183682" /&gt;Some of those in the pageant joined us soon after. Mingjun putting his training in good use.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8N0CJIKeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Vz3MW_W2U7U/s320/n576261840_1141125_1605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232916479607319010" /&gt;Pak Lun up to his usual antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8ZgeiaiaI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VwRnDjee83E/s320/n576261840_1141136_5893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232929337771723170" /&gt;Wei Jie is turning into a Max soon. Pak Lun is turning into a classic ah beng soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8ZbyHw3yI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7lysCgVDXCY/s320/n598466385_1102333_9138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232929257129303842" /&gt;This person taking our photo sure has a special method of doing it. He does it at a strange angle and never told us to look into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ8ZlJUwdhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VytFi4dVnCg/s400/n576261840_1141127_2280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232929417976641042" /&gt;Luckily, there is more than one camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the post-FOC treat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7701485555299073107?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7701485555299073107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7701485555299073107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-here-we-go.html' title='And here we go...'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJ7SkksfQyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/QHrl61Npm4k/s72-c/03-08-08,+Shokudo+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7796541470753494668</id><published>2008-08-03T01:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:08:38.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai Kang Warriors Outing - 1 Aug</title><content type='html'>First day of the Seventh Lunar Month - good day for a Sai Kang Warriors outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I enjoyed the first Money No Enough, I think the second film is absolute thrash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSiE3Ldi7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/PP15ROx-w6M/s320/n576261840_1113546_5884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229983271699188658" /&gt;The film can be summed up into three parts:&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 - Blatant product placements (product advertisements) one after another&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - 'Yay I got rich!' followed by 'Oh no, now I'm poor and in trouble! =( =( =(' and 'Now I know the real value of money.'&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 - Sick mother got kicked around by family. Mother dies. Whole family regrets doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting local films is one thing but supporting a lousy local film is another. Save your money and watch 'The Dark Knight' (a second time if you had watched it already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSiE-DjaKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/draMpe-sdgQ/s320/n576261840_1113542_4588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229983273545066658" /&gt;Too bad Victor isn't treating us the tickets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Cafe Cartel for dinner after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSjEio4HYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0uw5OOFtnxo/s320/n576261840_1113547_6197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984365697047938" /&gt;Doesn't this remind you of an OG outing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSjEmF_ItI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0t7qZu6dYCg/s320/n576261840_1113563_2329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984366624449234" /&gt;Somehow, they staff managed to squeeze all of us into four tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place seem to be 80% staffed by PRC people (which is a norm by today's standard), some of them looked like they have some trouble communicating with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSjFHlHxsI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dXYN5iM1blQ/s320/n576261840_1113561_1083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984375613408962" /&gt;Now this guy always get arrowed to refill our drinks. And because we're one bunch of thirsty people, once he refilled a jug, he has to refill another like after a few minutes. Got to make your 10% service charge worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSjE-Tb9zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/CfOUt8Fr5n8/s320/n576261840_1113551_7476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984373123315506" /&gt;And seeing that it's the village head's birthday, a cake was definitely needed. Happy &lt;STRIKE&gt;25th&lt;/STRIKE&gt; 23rd Birthday! I think the staff couldn't get what we're saying and so placed all the candles onto the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSjE3c2sqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Zp8F4dHmmIQ/s320/n576261840_1113556_9183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984371283767970" /&gt;Look how frightened Benny and Victor are! Murderous village head on the loose! Must be the wrong number of candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSqDh_81wI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/42HNbUxXoaw/s320/n576261840_1113580_9271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229992044926916354" /&gt;Headed down to the tau huay stall near Selegie Road for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSqp5MY7lI/AAAAAAAAAew/IKA9U8zLLeA/s400/collage0108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229992703988133458" /&gt;Somebody is obviously camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSqDwdmPoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Bo6hGmX93xE/s320/n576261840_1113593_3779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229992048809361026" /&gt;There wasn't enough seats, so they ushered us into the back alley. The smell is there is 'interesting' if you get what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSqqOJP72I/AAAAAAAAAe4/cZD65VwG5qY/s400/n576261840_1113569_4589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229992709612105570" /&gt;More of such outings? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When do you know it's time to leave a place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: When three different staff asked you about a certain missing handphone with three different stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Shining for some catching up on the previous day and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thattotallydidnthappen.blogspot.com/"&gt;we didn't rot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall the PRC staff earlier on? Yep, they're swarming Pizza Hut as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7796541470753494668?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7796541470753494668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7796541470753494668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/sai-kang-warriors-outing-1-aug.html' title='Sai Kang Warriors Outing - 1 Aug'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJSiE3Ldi7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/PP15ROx-w6M/s72-c/n576261840_1113546_5884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-9058090717153445903</id><published>2008-08-01T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:07:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAC FOC '08 - The Sai Kang Warrior Edition</title><content type='html'>Got involved in the FOC as a sub-com programmer. In short, I was there to help out with the activities that the freshies will be taken part in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are rather fuzzy, so I'll try to fill them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20 Jul - Day 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took in charge of a station involving milo. Someone said that I look damn serious when giving instructions. Well, you can't blame me, I got a serious/sian face by default and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MJ said that I am 'MONSTROUSLY FIERCE!'&lt;/span&gt;. The night ended really late, around 3 am if I remember right. Didn't got much sleep before the next day starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21 Jul - Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with Tour de NTU and was stationed at the Chinese Heritage Center. Honestly, that was like the first time I had actually stepped into the building itself. Breakfast of McDonald's didn't lived up the hype, when the McMuffins came, it was soggy and cold. Games involving carrying and lifting are really dangerous as seen by the casualties at my station. Isaac injured his back again, which happened last year during one of the beach games station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool games were canceled due to the lousy weather. I was so looking forward to pool games as the same thing happened last year. Wow, two deja vu moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fright night preparation started at 4-ish pm. Seriously, how is it possible to scare people when the sun is still up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJICMWkxlqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8D2Jw39lsXY/s320/n576261840_1094455_965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229244528572077730" /&gt;I know that comfort is an issue, but I think scaring the freshies should be the main priority. Certainly sudden movement or screaming don't work, so chiat, Nigel and I posed as cult members playing taidee, who's lacking another person. I hope that we managed to spook some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22 Jul - Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh basically slacked the whole day because I was doing the last stop of the amazing race. Went down to watch the waterbomb wars and waited like for hours before they started the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Lionel who wants to crash the camp. He managed to get hold of Cuimin's number and bugged her the entire morning. And even though Joyce scolded him, he's still pretty persistent. I had to lie to him in order to get him off my back as well. But he still managed to find Cuimin's og because Joel actually told him their position. Nobody actually filled me in as to what really happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIGKelwgzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fBYgqzQzHUc/s320/n706516067_1488925_4153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229248894410457906" /&gt;The van had it's tire blown out and Sheena, Victor and I have to make our way to the Singapore Flyer by bus and train. Sheena's really interesting to chat with, which made the waiting time all the more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing ended, we got a lift on Wei Jie's van (which is fast and can't be stopped) all the way to Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIC9u5ftVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jUrXolUIKDQ/s320/n576261840_1094487_354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229245376915027282" /&gt; The accommodation is really an issue for the night. Short story was that I made some noise and they go around trying to find place, but in the end there was a shortage and the whole male sub-commers have to sleep on the sun benches beside the pool. And someone said that it won't rain lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23 Jul - Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIDs8UtDkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1YGmubBEDDA/s320/n576261840_1094488_679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229246187972660802" /&gt;Now who said that it will not rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we managed to save the bread or else the freshies have to eat stale currypuffs for breakfast. The heavens must be smiling at us, because the rain cleared up soon after that and beach games commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another similarity this year's beach games has with last year's was that the entire day was cloudy and windy. Those who went down into the water must be cursing when they climb out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIDtFAwrUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FJI3-pcZgr4/s320/n576261840_1094491_1755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229246190304931138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIDtIGJEoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/c9o_X0iLepw/s320/n576261840_1094503_6150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229246191132807810" /&gt;At least I got an easy station to manage which only involves flipping of large cards with the main coms' faces. Luckily the freshies are cooperative enough when it comes to allowing the programmers to decide who actually got the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIDtZwzhKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0ggHnD8KC8c/s320/n682107183_1523806_8263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229246195875153058" /&gt;Somehow I managed to escape from doing any of the beach telematch stations and walked around to watch the fun. At least this year's final station looks fun - building a raft to save someone from another island across the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing to note, never ever wear army sandals to a freshmen camp. I nearly got my sandals switched last year. This year, mine got switched and I ended up with an ultra pair of sandals. And mine was a relatively new pair which I got near my ORD date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIEmdmjYVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gGdf_O2BzlA/s320/n576261840_1094672_2331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229247176158437714" /&gt;Now for the killer - Initiation Night. The thing was conducted in the muddy fields where the waterbomb wars were held. We practically stood throughout the whole night for close to 7 hours. My legs are nearly gone after the whole thing was over, like many of the programmers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIEmdCv8YI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZMm6wlxRJVI/s320/n576261840_1094678_4774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229247176008266114" /&gt;If you know that both sides are going to eat the banana at the same time, like the scene in the Disney cartoon, Lady and the Tramp. You don't bite them quickly, you slowly do it so that you can avoid kissing your SP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe that's their intentions after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24 Jul - Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, someone canceled the day games scheduled in the morning so the we managed to have some decent sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to get myself dressed for the night before heading back to enjoy the torture of the male freshies. I think this year, they pulled out all the stops. Taking off shirts are the norm. I don't think I should go into details here but I think some of the sadistic GLs and Seniors actually enjoyed doing those acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIFMIXQq6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/SyI0E2-0qt0/s320/n682107183_1523951_9791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229247823292181410" /&gt;Had a great dinner (some of the main coms can vouch for me haha) at Pariss followed by clubbing at DXO, which I don't really enjoyed - I'm not the clubbing guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25 Jul - Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day and Cluedo (I don't really know what the final name was) was finally upon us! I'm actually looking forward to this day as I found Cluedo has the most interesting concept. Basically, it's a real life RPG, with hand crafted weapons. Luckily there isn't any costumes, or else outsiders will thought they had landed themselves in a cosplay fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why hardly anyone attempted the Shadow Master quest because it's an easy quest, requires only two steps and it's MY freaking station!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this game shows promise and I think that for sure it will be repeated next year after some tweaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale was a let down if not for the video. &lt;a href="http://www.ntucacfoc.com/aboutcastovia.htm"&gt;Go check it out!&lt;/a&gt;. I somehow think that the seniors got a kick out of it more than the freshies. Perhaps because we know the actors personally. I love the Final Fantasy, Ultraman and Jianshun's nerdy prince parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope I didn't bore anyone with that write up on the camp. Amongst the sai kangs, I did have fun during the slack moments. Cold jokes, card games and talking cock sessions rather than the sai kang moments are what I carry back from the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJIFfbQZmaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bNDZxCzioSU/s400/n682107183_1523970_7353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229248154781194658" /&gt;Here's to the sai kang warriors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-9058090717153445903?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9058090717153445903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/9058090717153445903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/08/cac-foc-08-sai-kang-warrior-edition.html' title='CAC FOC &apos;08 - The Sai Kang Warrior Edition'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SJICMWkxlqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8D2Jw39lsXY/s72-c/n576261840_1094455_965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2756399629516028427</id><published>2008-07-27T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:50:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week to School</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp! Updates when the pictures are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time files when you're having fun, or in my case, when you're nua'ing at home. One more week before school reopens and I'm sure this week and past me by even quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week before the onslaught of notes, tutorials and 'huh, i dun understand' lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I saw this strange woman on the train today. She was dressed in black blouse, long pants and jacket. The train wasn't crowded at all, but she choose to stand very closely beside a man. It can be seen that the man is rather uncomfortable about that and he tried to move away from her, but the woman kept 'sticking' to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me, she's the same woman that sat beside me at the Jurong East station and kicked my leg when I shaked it. I thought that was done intentionally, but after what I saw today, I think she has a loose screw in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a look out for her while traveling on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands up if you're sick of durians. Since there is a good harvest this year, there has been an endless supply of durians in my house as they get restocked once a batch is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, it's really too much of a good thing. Plus I can't eat them with my bad throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is keeping me awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2756399629516028427?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2756399629516028427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2756399629516028427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-week-to-school.html' title='One Week to School'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5952127985985420059</id><published>2008-07-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:38:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Watched: The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>I wonder why most movie's final poster is so damn ugly. I mean compare this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://gossip.elliottback.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/batman-the-dark-knight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;With the teaser posters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://politicsoffthegrid.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dark_knight_joker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/batman/darkknightposter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years after the reboot of the Batman movie franchise with Batman Begins, the caped crusader returns with the Dark Knight. But does it lived up to the hype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the Joker steals the whole show easily but the real story is about the rise (and fall) of Harvey Dent, who is turned from Gotham's District Attorney to Two Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can only watch one movie this month, watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this trailer for the Watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSrgvJ2JyHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSrgvJ2JyHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool. They're showing scenes from the book itself. Let's hope that they don't screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is in two day's time. Can't wait. I still can't get over the fact we still have to give out the convo booklets on the actual camp week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a pessimist, I forsee that free time for programmers will be spent giving out convo booklets instead of having fun. I don't sign for this, prove me wrong =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny still jogs and lost a kilogram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5952127985985420059?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5952127985985420059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5952127985985420059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-ive-watched-dark-knight.html' title='What I&apos;ve Watched: The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7326640606188628905</id><published>2008-07-13T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:20:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to sleep?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because I'm trying to nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay wedding at the void deck, kind neighbour trying to share their teochew opera by blasting it on their stereo and my dear sister repeating the same old Blue song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7326640606188628905?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7326640606188628905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7326640606188628905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-sleep.html' title='How to sleep?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1834920073909912872</id><published>2008-07-02T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:31:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Days</title><content type='html'>I think I have to kick myself for not remembering the prerequisite of clearing the evaluation test before the actual theory test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that the evaluation test is a 'money cheating' idea by the school, so that they will milk more money out of those going for a license. It is also to inflate the school's passing rate, something like not allowing students to take their A and O Levels if their prelim results can't make the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gonna wait for another month =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1834920073909912872?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1834920073909912872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1834920073909912872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/07/14-days.html' title='14 Days'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5315457935095802401</id><published>2008-06-30T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:46:43.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>Camp sure is fun, while the GLs are playing the actual games and getting all messy and smelly, the programmers are playing a totally different game - the waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41WJZQZ21AL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Sure, of course everything have to be ready before the participants are on location and some waiting are inevitable, but waiting for hours and alone? NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am lucky. I got a tutorial room with the air conditioning working, but in exchange for that I'm pretty much separated from the rest of the group (those in the know will understand). I heard Alex pretty got crazy by waiting in some stuffy tutorial room. But I still think that my luck could even be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad feeling that the actual camp will even be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's a love-hate relationship? I love using the dove shower foam due to its moisturising property, but it makes me smell like a girl. Why didn't they create something that smells more 'neutral'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5315457935095802401?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5315457935095802401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5315457935095802401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/senior-camp.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7606380397477795600</id><published>2008-06-27T02:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:16:39.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/03 Class Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPf0vWLO5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/sGoDa5FLB_g/s400/n706516067_1329745_3245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216258890580835218" /&gt;Time for another class gathering! And this time, it's a CLASS gathering, not a St. Nicks and Cath High gathering. Do a simple headcount, there's 13 people that came for a class gathering, which is so much more than the previous few gathering. And what's the occasion you may say? Well it's Zhi Xiang's birthday! Happy 22nd! (BTW he didn't came HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's at NYDC because Kah Hui thinks that it's pretty affordable due to poor students and graduates unable to land any jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every knows that digital cameras are the norm these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPg1IhtG6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZlmU-G9x7Gk/s400/n706516067_1329747_3908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259996851706786" /&gt;I guess the trend is moving towards taking photos of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPg15oAH6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ceYcj3zoU-I/s400/n552037100_923809_8822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216260010031456162" /&gt;... other people taking photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPg3MTr4-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SijkaUHnsH8/s400/n552037100_923803_7039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216260032226386914" /&gt;Note in point, get someone whose hands doesn't shake that when taking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPh2UsgwJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3va0SnLfBJI/s400/n552037100_923810_9095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216261116809756818" /&gt;Look, you ruined the shot of Tien Soon's handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPjBA3Xm7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FYfCZXniWIo/s400/n552037100_923805_7600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216262399976774578" /&gt;Kian Huat showed his &lt;a href="http://double-image.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-change.html"&gt;(moleless) face &lt;/a&gt; when he escaped from work for a quick dinner. Poor Kian Huat, he have to work til like 12am almost everyday, but at least he is earning overtime pay on top of his basic pay. *WE DEMAND A TREAT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPkRhGWCHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uig0Wb8nQIU/s400/n706516067_1329748_4405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216263783019055218" /&gt;Photography trick in action: Always move your head into the background so that your face becomes smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPk2kyftsI/AAAAAAAAAag/aryUTA3LBRU/s400/n552037100_923812_9678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216264419664705218" /&gt;Notice why Janice is smiling so happily over here? It's because her face is the smallest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPlOrYa0OI/AAAAAAAAAao/-yX5_iT68to/s400/n552037100_923804_7329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216264833751240930" /&gt;Victoria shielding herself from  Kelvin 'paparazzi' Chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I found amusing about Cath High people. They always like to refer their names with surnames attached. It's never 'Kelvin' but always 'Kelvin Chew'. Same goes to 'Cai Wenchuan' and 'Kuan Tien Soon'. I mean there maybe a lot of Kelvins in Cath High, but I doubt that there will be more than one Wenchuan or Tien Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled on MacDonald's instead of Ben&amp;Jerry's for ice cream because of money issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPmzo7DgbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/K5QJO9NQIR0/s400/n706516067_1329751_5290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216266568257995186" /&gt;Guess who's happier with the decision? Don't worry Tien Soon, you will have your chance to treat us Ben&amp;Jerry's very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPnj_38y5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/lEqi51w7Uj4/s400/n552037100_923817_1090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216267399052708754" /&gt;I wonder what is Kelvin's intention while taking this photo? And this shot actually came after Yvonne mentioned that she read something on 'how to seduce while eating ice cream'. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more picture that's really too racy for this 'family friendly' blog. And guess who took it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPokv3jS5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/izIPld0hdXU/s400/n552037100_923815_521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216268511447567250" /&gt;Wonder what are they looking at. Maybe they &lt;STRIKE&gt;can't stand Tien Soon's sensual licking of his sundae&lt;/STRIKE&gt; saw sometime interesting up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking through the photos, I realised something very wrong. WHY I AM HARDLY FEATURED IN THE PHOTOGRAPHS?! I need to master the act of camwhoring or else people can't see my face in MY blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7606380397477795600?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7606380397477795600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7606380397477795600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/1503-class-gathering.html' title='15/03 Class Gathering'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SGPf0vWLO5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/sGoDa5FLB_g/s72-c/n706516067_1329745_3245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5883875167581153660</id><published>2008-06-23T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:52:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Jogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/914/50406012.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not known to be the sporty kind, but I'm trying to lose some fats accumulated over the past few years. It's like donkey years since I put on my pair of 'too clean to be true' Army New Balance shoes to take a jog around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's healthy or not but I noticed that I can run much further and faster after drinking coffee. Must be the caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this here so that I can track my progress: I strive to jog on a regular basis of 5 times a week and consisting of at least 45 mins of pure jogging. My current weight is 67kg and I hope that in a month's time I can cut it down to 65kg. Yeah, I know that I don't look like I'm 67kg because most of the fats are hidden by my selection of clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a fitter Danny =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5883875167581153660?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5883875167581153660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5883875167581153660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/danny-jogs.html' title='Danny Jogs'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6681802953466883960</id><published>2008-06-22T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:32:10.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You look good... With a cap!"</title><content type='html'>Wore a cap to school cause my hair is long and long overdue for a trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone then mentioned that I look good with a cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know whether should I be happy or not, 'cos it's not like everyday that some one said that I look 'good'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SF5DtSppf6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RBPBM6IaMRk/s320/cap_on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214679863921311650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you can hardly see any of the face when the cap is on! Wonder why Zhou Jie Lun always have a cap on during his early music videos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6681802953466883960?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6681802953466883960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6681802953466883960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-look-good-with-cap.html' title='&quot;You look good... With a cap!&quot;'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SF5DtSppf6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RBPBM6IaMRk/s72-c/cap_on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6541571254244154010</id><published>2008-06-14T19:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:02:28.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna  be the one that saves me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/E66131wtnhs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Wonderwall (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_YcVaZDwVp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_YcVaZDwVp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't mind the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after an&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW the above version is by Noel Gallagher instead of Liam Gallagher (they're brothers for those younglets out there), who sounds better for the unplugged version. Look up the song on youtube, if you want to hear the original version by Liam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's gonna be the one that saves me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon &lt;a href="http://runturtlerun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jiahe's blog&lt;/a&gt;. It gives an interesting perspective to life in NTU as an engineering student and an obsession with turtles. e has some really nice photos of the scenery around his hall (look at the older posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I was like: 'I need to be a rock star'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chris Martin, frontman of Coldplay, when talking about his lack of luck with women in his early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He managed to snagged Gwyneth Paltrow (who plays Pepper Potts in Iron Man) who's really pretty. And you noticed how rock stars get all the chicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be a rock star too!&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/7562495851453070170-6541571254244154010?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6541571254244154010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6541571254244154010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-gonna-be-one-that-saves-me.html' title='You&apos;re gonna  be the one that saves me?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8607991269748827998</id><published>2008-06-11T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:52:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marvel Fomula?</title><content type='html'>The second Marvel summmer blockbuster will be on the screens soon. The Incredible Hulk stars Edward Norton as the titular character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many couldn't avoid comparing the movie to the successful Iron Man movie that was out earlier this year. I can't either. And I noticed something similar to both movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who watched the Iron Man will know that the main villain, Iron Monger (okay, the name wasn't mentioned in the movie) aka Obadiah Stane, got the designs for his armour from the initial Iron Man designs and turned it into something bigger and badder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://kyspeaks.com/photos2/iron_monger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Now in the Incredible Hulk, the baddie is the Abomination, who is, suprise suprise, a bigger and badder version of the Hulk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://comicbookmovie.com/images/news/the-incredible-hulk/hulk2-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; So how do the Abomination came about? Not suprisingly, he did the same thing that turned Bruce Banner into the Hulk. Seeing a formula here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel that we should just skip the Incredible Hulk and save the money for the Dark Knight (the next Batman film) 'cos ticket prices aren't getting cheaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8607991269748827998?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8607991269748827998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8607991269748827998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/marvel-fomula.html' title='The Marvel Fomula?'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6315450441630043210</id><published>2008-06-09T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:40:14.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Rolling-thunder-cloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the roar of thunder. Clouds resembling a black tablecloth engulfed the azure of the sky, parting the sky into sabre and azure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A storm is fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel put on his coat and armed himself with an umbrella. He wondered whether the size of his umbrella will be sufficient, then he realised that it will barely keep anyone dry judging the size of the impending rain. The first few drops of rain begin to fall with his first step into the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not going to be easy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6315450441630043210?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6315450441630043210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6315450441630043210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/lightning-flashed-across-sky-followed.html' title=''/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4823881797844522692</id><published>2008-06-08T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:28:24.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me the Money</title><content type='html'>My job is NOT fun. It makes me realise that most temp jobs involve mindless repetitions. Maybe its me, but I feel that talking about income tax is more fun than making calls to check whether the listed telephone number is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway noted some company names that are especially funny. There's this Triple H Construction Company. Maybe instead of those bangla workers, their workers all look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/artman2/uploads/1/TripleH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(He's a wrestler that goes by the name of Triple H&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work will be done at half the time, but it will cost more because of the steroids needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that some companies actually hire Filipinos to man their phone lines and they address their owners as either 'Sir' (with heavy Pinoy accent) and 'M'am'. Maybe they somehow got their maids to look after their house and business at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's these Chinese construction companies that are based in Singapore. They couldn't speak a word of English and you have to explain everything in chinese so that can understand. With my lousy chinese, it's almost like a duck talking to a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SEty2hcUZFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kmU33YY0hj0/s400/chixduck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209383674999759954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst has to be the bitchy phone operators. I mean if you don't wish to disclose any information regarding your employees, then say it in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay is only at of this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;end of the month&lt;/span&gt; so don't expect me to give any treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of results, I did better than last semester's but it's still not enough to pull myself into the CGPA range that I wanted. Oh wells, another semester to improve it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4823881797844522692?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4823881797844522692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4823881797844522692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/show-me-money.html' title='Show Me the Money'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SEty2hcUZFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kmU33YY0hj0/s72-c/chixduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4451609958399204948</id><published>2008-06-03T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:58:04.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!!! So Bright!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether this is the trend or not, but a lot of places are installing lights that are wayyyyyy too bright. I almost bet that the amount of brightness in these shops are much more than a normal day outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that the shop owners think that being brighter that other shops around, they can attract more customers with the blinding lights acting as some kind of beacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px;" src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0711/lighthouse_westcott_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;For me, such shops put me off and I usually try my best to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how do the staff manage with these lights. Maybe the owner should supply them with sunglasses to protect them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4451609958399204948?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4451609958399204948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4451609958399204948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/zomg-so-bright.html' title='ZOMG!!! So Bright!!!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5590492122357961054</id><published>2008-05-23T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:44:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Straight to the Point!</title><content type='html'>I know that it's not really a desirable job but do you have to spin up a story just to 'sell' your job to people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px;" src="http://synfin.net/sock_stream/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/photo_100307_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a job interview this afternoon. In the beginning when asked about the job, the interviewer side stepped and mentioned the company as working on projects and such. Currently the company is doing some marketing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you have to carry a clipboard and walk around asking people to do a survey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, something like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Just say that it's a survey job lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SDaQovNghvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/49z1buxnAw0/s320/Duffy-Rockferry+%5BFront%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203505449015478002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakout hit 'Mercy' contains energy that makes you get your arse off your chair and dance. However, the rest of the album actually contains songs sang with a soulful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that I like: Rockferry, Warwick Avenue, Stepping Stone and Mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5590492122357961054?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5590492122357961054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5590492122357961054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-straight-to-point.html' title='Go Straight to the Point!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SDaQovNghvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/49z1buxnAw0/s72-c/Duffy-Rockferry+%5BFront%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3179846510077817666</id><published>2008-05-22T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:06:31.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SDUorfNghuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vOd8ZimlXh4/s400/champions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203109672074118882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of England and Europe: Manchester United FC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3179846510077817666?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3179846510077817666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3179846510077817666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/champions.html' title='CHAMPIONS!!!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SDUorfNghuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vOd8ZimlXh4/s72-c/champions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6633688717556346959</id><published>2008-05-21T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:06:35.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we break for some messages from our kind sponsers...</title><content type='html'>Today I've watched a full match of NBA and noticed one thing about American sports. The frakking amount of commercials are really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there are timeouts for NBA and they are used most towards the end of the fourth quarter. This will then be the time where the commercials will play. Imagine watching 24 seconds worth of basketball, then commercials, repeat ad nauseum. It totally breaks the momentum of watching the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine watching a movie in the cinema where the climax of the movie is shown in parts with commercials in between. It's really irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I prefer watching football (unAmerican) where there is only like one 15 minutes break in between halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v254/50/97/505135582/n505135582_826263_8918.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of football, the Champions League Final is TONIGHT! Manchester United all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who had been to my house (which isn't a lot!) knows that my house is facing  a tennis court. I'll rather have a swimming pool, but let's not go there. Anyway, it's just another scorching hot day when my mum mentioned that there are two crazy person playing tennis in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought must be a bunch of people looking to get either sunburnt or a heatstroke, then I noticed that it's actually some (hot) girl training her tennis. I got to admit, her strokes are impressive, it's almost like watching tennis on my television (okay, I'm stretching the truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the week, I will always see her train under the hot sun. It's really commendable as everyone knows that its like soooooo hot these days. Guess if it's me, I'll definitely insist on training during the evenings or at night where it's so much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats determination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6633688717556346959?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6633688717556346959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6633688717556346959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-we-break-for-some-messages-from-our.html' title='Now we break for some messages from our kind sponsers...'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2198032036499074145</id><published>2008-05-16T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:48:34.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupied with Facebook</title><content type='html'>I guess the updates aren't coming that often, it's because I'm currently occupied with Facebook. I know that I've hopped onto the bandwagon at a rather late time. Some of you may even be saying "Facebook is soooooooo yesterday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I pick up technology rather slowly and after playing around with Facebook during those slow moving weekdays, I sort of got it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to get in touch with some friends that had disappeared. Guess that's an incentive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time this post is up, Jingjing should be having a blast in Germany for her study trip. And hearing her say about going to certain places during her weekends sure makes me want to go for one next year. But then the amount of money sure put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had OG lunch with Jingjing before her departure to Germany, which consist of the usual bunch. Initially the plan was to have lunch at Ichiban Boshi at Wisma Atria only to discovered that it's closed for renovation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing? Joyce and I had walked past it on the day before on two difference occasions while shopping for Jingjing's gift. Two blind mice, two blind mice, see how they run, see how they run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally ended up lunching at Sushi Tei. On foresight, I shouldn't had ordered the unagi-don which has an overkill of unagis. As much as I like unagis, that is perhaps too much for me =) Lesson: too much of a good thing isn't really that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where Curtiz (yeah, it's written like that) went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrchrispy.com/2008/05/13/searching-for-honey/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.mrchrispy.com/wp-content/data/images/2008/05/13/image07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, he's in &lt;a href="http://www.mrchrispy.com/2008/05/13/searching-for-honey/"&gt;America&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone's going overseas for the hols, when's going to be mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2198032036499074145?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2198032036499074145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2198032036499074145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/occupied-with-facebook.html' title='Occupied with Facebook'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-1297055952434622335</id><published>2008-05-10T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:44:52.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn sian...</title><content type='html'>30 over channels on cable yet there isn't one programme on that can keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com"&gt;talkingcock.com&lt;/a&gt;, made me lol'd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 500px;" src="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/images/stories/singaporeansuperheroes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 500px;" src="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/images/stories/singapore-superheroes.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 500px;" src="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/images/stories/somemoresporeanheroes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Kian Huat - be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-1297055952434622335?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1297055952434622335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/1297055952434622335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-sian.html' title='Damn sian...'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-5938884587009937844</id><published>2008-05-07T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:56:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes people say that they look for a certain qualities in their ideal partners, like domesticated, have same hobbies, doesn't have bad habits that they cannot tolerate or a personality that suits them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when people starts talking about these qualities, I feel that they are thinking that those are 'good to have' rather than 'must have'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the following situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr A looks for girls that is gentle, has long hair, sporty and have a bubbly personality. But what happens if that the girl fits the above qualities but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taipeitimes.com/images/2004/01/30/20040126210532.jpeg"&gt;look like this&lt;/a&gt;? I doubt that Mr A will be attracted to her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can continue to give examples of Mr B and Mr C, but I doubt that anyone will like to have their dinners puked onto their keyboards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that it is 'lust at first sight' as humans are after all animals too. Looks always come first, the rest will then come later. Ever have the following scenario where you have your eyes transfixed on a certain person (other than the lecturer, you muggers!) and somehow or another they will suddenly fit into your ideal partner qualities checklist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are curious, I'm not writing this down because I got rejected or something. I'm actually giving some insight into how I think and why sometimes act in a certain manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links that I find interesting while rotting at home for the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.cracked.com/article_16239_5-psychological-experiments-that-prove-humanity-doomed.html"&gt;5 Psychological Experiments That Prove Humanity is Doomed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Psychologists know you have to be careful when you go poking around the human mind because you're never sure what you'll find there. A number of psychological experiments over the years have yielded terrifying conclusions about the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're not talking about the occasional psychopath who turns up. No, we're talking about you. The experiments speak for themselves: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7377002.stm"&gt; Keyboards 'dirtier than a toilet'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some computer keyboards harbour more harmful bacteria than a toilet seat, research has suggested."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've been up to these days. I'm actually stuck on my arse playing computer games that I'm so deprived of during the school sem (yeah, I'm such a nerd). I'm currently stuck onto this game that I had chanced upon when I like secondary 1 and once more during my army days - &lt;a href="http://www.the-underdogs.info/game.php?gameid=4966"&gt;X-COM: UFO Defense&lt;/a&gt;. Graphically speaking, this game isn't are shiny when realistic ragdoll physics that is normal for games these days. Nope, this game is F-U-N if you look through the rather aged graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/iron-man-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must see movie for the month? Definitely IRON MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie exceeded my expectations. The character development is good,  Robert Downey Jr. IS Tony Stark, it's like the role is made for him and he wasn't really acting. And the script is written in a way that it doesn't alienate those that don't read comic books and at the same time don't ignore those who reads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do remember to stay on after the credits, those who reads the Ultimate line of marvel books will surely be grinning like a Cheshire Cat. =D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Samuel L. Jackson appears as Nick Fury =D&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-5938884587009937844?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5938884587009937844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/5938884587009937844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-7301765891141304310</id><published>2008-04-30T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:09:48.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk'd!</title><content type='html'>Those who study any mathematics related subjects should know that there are tons of formulae to use. And for some examinations, you will have these formulae given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the physics examination, the prof actually mentioned that formulae will be given so many forumlae were not memorised. So naturally everyone will take a look at the formulae list given for the past year exam papers and note down which isn't given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the funny thing here is that for this year's examination, many of the needed formulae isn't given, and those that are given were not used for the examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SBiZaSe6-8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_UUIDrSBFV0/s400/chenpunkd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195070847089048514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Chen Lang!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-7301765891141304310?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7301765891141304310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/7301765891141304310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/04/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/SBiZaSe6-8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_UUIDrSBFV0/s72-c/chenpunkd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-4899510072097627892</id><published>2008-04-22T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:38:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally OVER!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Been looking forward to this day ever since the first day of the exams. I hope that the sudden change from mugging for exams to lobo'ing at home for the next few days/weeks won't have that great an effect on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates to be followed soon. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-4899510072097627892?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4899510072097627892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/4899510072097627892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s Finally OVER!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8137350993157810015</id><published>2008-04-17T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:43:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>I guess somebody have the idea that turning the air conditioning on will create a conducive environment to do an exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not if its feels like under 23 degrees. And its much worse than the freezing CAC Room during the wrapping of Valentine's roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requesting the invigilator to turn down the air conditioning yields a reply of:&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe next time you should bring scarves and gloves." - very funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I borrow the jacket wore by my cousin when he went Harbin when there's any more papers at the SRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;t&lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;ont&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;e&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;oon&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;efore&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;ong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8137350993157810015?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8137350993157810015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8137350993157810015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/04/cold-turkey.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-8759727850846541262</id><published>2008-04-13T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:02:03.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilovemaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://www.indiacdhub.com/newimages/big/DK_I_Love_Maths_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two days before the maths and I got to admit that studying for maths for a week has definitely burnt me out. Lazing around the house for a day and half certainly had made me guilty. At least I'm all the more ready to push all the way until the start of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that there isn't a reenactment of last semester's maths paper, I can't afford a half an hour headstart for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;t&lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;ont&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;e&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;oon&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;efore&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;ong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-8759727850846541262?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8759727850846541262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/8759727850846541262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/04/ilovemaths.html' title='ilovemaths'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2637087752418782879</id><published>2008-03-31T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:21:07.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Soon!</title><content type='html'>I will be back at the end of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;Jun Cong's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;Back-to-back weekends at Holland Village&lt;br /&gt;Good news (hopefully) regarding my exams&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of a temp job seeker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/R_EA2tEXW0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CoPM99A-kdc/s320/backsoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183925585890990914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2637087752418782879?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2637087752418782879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2637087752418782879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-soon.html' title='Back Soon!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/R_EA2tEXW0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CoPM99A-kdc/s72-c/backsoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-3521313531621613715</id><published>2008-03-22T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:06:38.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I always ask myself (during revision and slaving over tutorials), what in the world am I doing this for? Which boils down to what am I seeking in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings about my various ambitions that I thought of in my short 22 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a TV travel guide, where the television companies actually pays for your holidays in different countries. The chance to travel always appeal to me cause being in a middle class family limits my chance to go overseas (Sentosa and JB doesn't count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to retire before 50 and open a cafe in some quiet corner of Singapore. I like coffee but there isn't much cafes serving good coffee here. They recently had a change of barista at the Spinelli of Novena Square to someone that pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are nice to have, but I have to face the reality. I can't be a TV travel guide  because I don't look good and have too boring a personality that attracts television audience. Retiring before 50 seems like a longshot, because I don't forsee myself earning that much in the future being an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why they were call dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-3521313531621613715?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3521313531621613715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/3521313531621613715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2644570379160604656</id><published>2008-03-18T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:05:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/NEC/Souvenirs/lifestylemug1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think quizzes knocked some sense into me, time to wake up and work hard. Oh that's an NTU mug btw, which I found on this &lt;a ref="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/NEC/Souvenirs/Lifestyle.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who actually would want souvenirs with NTU logo on it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2644570379160604656?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2644570379160604656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2644570379160604656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/mug.html' title='MUG!'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-2320905105729709192</id><published>2008-03-16T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:07:51.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/03: the second Gathering</title><content type='html'>23 Feb, White Dog Cafe, Vivocity. 2nd JC class gathering of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/R9wO1P0KDYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GirIGH6JEUI/s320/IMG_3489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178029979510377858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant with tons of dog deco in the front of it, it has a nice view of the waters between Sentosa and Mainland Singapore (accented with the lights coming from the port nearby). The food is pretty decent, with tiny serving for pasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that &lt;a href="http://double-image.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-stressed-again-help.html"&gt;Kian Huat/Kevin&lt;STRIKE&gt;/Steven Lim/&lt;/STRIKE&gt;Hall Prince of Hall 14&lt;/a&gt; still does better write ups on the pictures. Go there and laugh at the funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/R9wP8_0KDZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ml56xevCXJc/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178031212165991826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad attempt at getting an unglam shot of Kian Huat. One day, I will succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that we met the FOC main comm people back from testing beach games in Sentosa and they were having dinner at the restaurant next to us. Almost blocked the entire corridor when taking a group photo (which Gawi neber send to me).&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing slides for presentation is one thing, preparing them when you got hardly any idea how you should go about it is another thing. And a physics test to study on top of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-2320905105729709192?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2320905105729709192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/2320905105729709192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/1503-second-gathering.html' title='15/03: the second Gathering'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ph1VCtoRdjk/R9wO1P0KDYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GirIGH6JEUI/s72-c/IMG_3489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562495851453070170.post-6616061800960620103</id><published>2008-03-10T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:34:21.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S/U - not</title><content type='html'>I didn't exercised my S/U option. Time to get serious and put in more effort for my electives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think that the S/U option should be exercised after the results are out, like NUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562495851453070170-6616061800960620103?l=fablesreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6616061800960620103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562495851453070170/posts/default/6616061800960620103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesreflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/su-not.html' title='S/U - not'/><author><name>Danny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07925208711820064993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
